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The sun gradually fell below the horizon, casting its lingering glow over the badminton court where every move of Lin Fei seemed to compete with the radiance of the setting sun. The smash, a fundamental badminton technique, was executed by Lin Fei with simplicity and power, each strike resembling the brushstrokes of a calligrapher, combining strength and beauty. Initially, Lin Fei's posture appeared somewhat rigid, as if all the power in his body was about to erupt with each swing, but over time, those movements gradually exuded a light and smooth flow.
His smash was no longer a simple display of force, but the result of the coordination of his entire body. Starting from the ground, the power surged from his feet like a spring, passing through his strong leg muscles, through the rotation of his waist and back, and finally focusing on his arm, exploding at the moment of contact with the shuttlecock. This force seemed to refract the shuttlecock into a thousand rays of light, sparkling in the air until it landed back on Chen Yong's court.
Every time Lin Fei hits a high and far ball, the ball soars high into the air, drawing a perfect parabola, and then lands precisely near the baseline of the opponent's court. Such high and far balls effectively force the opponent to retreat, while giving oneself time to adjust posture and breathe.
The position of Lin Fei's ankles is also crucial when hitting the ball. He always maintains flexibility and stability, allowing him to quickly move to the next most advantageous position after hitting the ball. A gentle flick of the wrist is not only the release of power, but also precise control of direction and angle. The sound of the ball hitting echoes in the court, and every crisp "pop" is a testament to Lin Fei's control of the ball.
Even in the high and distant ball exchanges, Lin Fei's expression appears focused and calm. His gaze always follows the flying shuttlecock, calculating its trajectory and the opponent's position. When the shuttlecock flies towards his side, he can always anticipate it in advance, responding with the most suitable angle and strength.
Liu Xing's phone steadily captures these moments, his eyes almost unblinking as he watches Lin Fei's movements, unable to hide his inner astonishment. "To think that he has changed his hitting technique in such a short time?" Liu Xing couldn't help but exclaim.
Next to him, Zhang Min appeared even calmer, with a professional analytical gleam in his eyes. He nodded lightly, seemingly unsurprised by Lin Fei's quick adaptation. "At first, Lin Fei's hitting style was more like a beginner's practice, with larger movements but ensuring stable and powerful hits. Now that he has regained his feel and timing with the racket face, he has naturally transitioned to using wrist power, a hallmark of an experienced player," explained Zhang Min.
On the court, Lin Fei made each return more effortless and precise, seemingly in control of every inch of the court. His wrist was not only a source of power but also resembled a precise instrument. Regardless of the angle or position, he could easily place the shuttlecock where he wanted. This was not just an improvement in technique, but also a profound understanding of badminton.
At this moment, Chen Yong suddenly smiled slightly, and Lin Fei realized that his move had changed. His gaze closely followed the complex trajectory of the shuttlecock. Chen Yong's unexpected racket face rotation and curved slice just now added a few unexpected surprises to the game. The shuttlecock carried a skid, meaning it would have subtle changes in speed and direction as it crossed the net, making it difficult to judge and receive.
However, Lin Fei's reaction was quick and precise. His badminton footwork, with a unique sense of rhythm and elasticity, allowed him to swiftly and lightly take a big step, almost instantly moving to the front of where the shuttlecock would land. His right foot swiftly stepped out first, followed by his left foot, and his whole body seemed to spring forward, instantly flashing to the net.
Facing Chen Yong's cut shot, Lin Fei stretched out his racket arm and lightly tapped the racket, attempting to counter with a short and sharp return. However, as this was the first time he had encountered such a technically challenging shot in high-intensity competition since his comeback, his touch and footwork were still a bit rusty. This time, the return did not elegantly cross the net and land in the opponent's half of the court as he had expected.
The shuttlecock lightly touched the white band above the badminton net, almost as if it wanted to artistically brush past, but seemingly changed its mind due to some mysterious force, ultimately choosing to give up its flight and not cross that boundary. It gently spun on the net, as if saying to Lin Fei, "Try harder," before leisurely dropping onto Lin Fei's side of the court.
Chen Yong flashed a smug smile on his face, causing Liu Xing and Zhang Min on the sidelines to exchange a knowing smile, realizing that the match was slowly becoming more exciting. Meanwhile, Lin Fei smiled slightly, tapped his racket, and understood that this was the challenge he must face on his journey back. He adjusted his breathing, the flames in his eyes burning more fiercely, ready to embrace every upcoming challenge.
As Lin Fei's heartbeat gradually calmed, he gripped the racket, adjusted his breathing, and prepared to serve. However, Chen Yong's sudden words interrupted his actions. Raising his hand, Chen Yong signaled that today's practice was coming to an end. His tone held no doubt, only certainty, leaving Lin Fei with a sense of inexplicable satisfaction.
"Enough! Let's stop here for today!" Chen Yong's voice carried an unquestionable affirmation. "I don't think there's any need to doubt your abilities. Joining the badminton team is more than enough. We can consider other sports later on!"
The setting sun resembled a massive fireball, slowly sinking below the horizon. The sky was dyed orange-red, and the last rays of light shone like gold on the playground. Lin Fei stood in the orange-red light, breathing slightly heavily, tired yet satisfied. He nodded towards Chen Yong to show his understanding and gratitude.
"We haven't even finished setting up our booth for recruiting new members!" Chen Yong didn't wait for Lin Fei to react before changing the subject. "Hurry up and go help Li Wei and Zheng You."
With that, Chen Yong walked towards the other end of the playground, his tall figure gradually blending into the sunset. Lin Fei looked at Chen Yong's resolute figure and felt a sense of admiration, unconsciously following along.
At this moment, Liu Xing and Zhang Min walked over and patted Lin Fei on the shoulder, their faces filled with approving smiles. "Well done, Lin Fei, you were amazing."
Lin Fei felt the support and recognition from his teammates, and a smile crept onto his lips. Although his badminton journey was still long, today, he took another big step forward. The warm glow of the setting sun intertwined with the atmosphere on the court, giving him new strength and illuminating hope for his future in this badminton team.
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