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When Lin Fei, Liu Xing, and Zhang Min strolled leisurely towards the deserted playground, Li Wei and Zheng You were already busy organizing the day's achievements. On a white display board used for recruiting new members, there was an illustration of a badminton shuttlecock in flight, accompanied by bold black words "Speed! Passion! Team!" shining brightly, tempting passing students to stop and take a look. Below the display board, some promotional brochures and badminton team support items were scattered on the table, which Li Wei was currently sorting through to find suitable storage spaces, while Zheng You was checking to see if the chairs were stacked securely like a small mountain.
"Hey, our big star has finally returned!" Upon seeing Lin Fei, Li Wei greeted with a hint of playful complaint, "You three had so much fun that you completely forgot about us in this mundane world, didn't you?"
Chen Yong responded in a relaxed tone, "Because Lin Fei is quite good, that's why we played for so long. It looks like our new blood this year is promising."
Li Wei widened his eyes, then pumped himself up, patting his chest, half-seriously and half-jokingly saying, "In that case, I need to formally request a change of partner. Zhang Min senior is really setting up his teammates to fail. Our styles just don't match..." Before he could finish his sentence, a kick resembling a javelin throw flew straight towards Li Wei's back.
"You idiot, I'm the one who wants to apply for a change of partner! Being with someone like you who always pushes the limits in competitions, I'm starting to pick up bad habits!" Zhang Min's voice was full of mockery, but the laughter and teasing in his tone actually highlighted the deep friendship and understanding between them.
Amid their joyful playfulness, Lin Fei stood to the side, unable to help but gently curl the corners of his mouth. A sense of belonging and warmth, unlike anything he had ever experienced, enveloped his heart like the warmth of the autumn sun.
With the bustling of Li Wei and Zhang Min, the air in front of the booth seemed to lighten up. The slight droop at the corners of their mouths due to the fatigue of tidying up the booth couldn't help but lift up in their laughter. Chen Yong's laughter carried a hint of elder's tolerance, revealing his appreciation for the youthful atmosphere of the moment.
Liu Xing, on the other hand, had the demeanor of an elder brother as he walked over and gently lifted the slightly worn whiteboard, as if unveiling the prelude to the badminton team's story. Seeing this, Lin Fei no longer stood by, taking a step forward and exerting force to lift one end of the table, solidly coordinating with the movements of his teammates.
And so, this group of youthful figures, each carrying various training equipment and supplies, moved slowly towards their own little world. On the way to the classroom, Liu Xing introduced the place they were about to reach to Lin Fei.
"You see, our classroom is actually quite hidden, right next to the equipment room in the gym. There, you can call it 'little world.' Although it's not big, it holds the history of the team. Every piece of wooden floor, every photo, tells the story of the badminton team," Liu Xing said proudly, as if it were not just an ordinary classroom, but a sacred place filled with sweat and laughter.
With the detailed introduction of Liu Xing, Lin Fei and the other team members quickened their pace, accompanied by a series of brisk footsteps, and soon arrived at the badminton team's exclusive classroom. Chen Yong took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, and with skilled movements, one of the ancient copper keys was inserted into the lock, emitting a crisp unlocking sound.
The door was pushed open, revealing a wooden classroom immersed in the tranquility of time. The interior was filled with the warm and mellow atmosphere unique to wooden furniture, as if every wooden board was whispering, recounting the past laughter and sweat. The walls were covered with group photos of team members from over the years, with smiles exuding youthful vigor and indomitable fighting spirit. Beside each photo, there were also handwritten signatures of the senior generations, with strong or elegant handwriting, full of encouragement and expectations for the juniors.
On one side, the cabinet quietly displays a row of trophies, some shining in gold, some sparkling in silver. They are the witness of the past struggles of the badminton team members, and behind each trophy, there is a passionate story.
Above these precious memories, the most eye-catching thing is the huge curtain hanging on the beam. The curtain has been through the sediment of time, with slightly faded colors, but the four embroidered characters "Against the Wind" are still vivid, as if there is an indomitable force, inspiring every badminton team member who enters this space to forge ahead, no matter how difficult the future path may be.
Lin Fei stared fixedly at the four characters "Go Against the Wind" imprinted on the fabric of time, a silent shock that belonged only to the spirit of the badminton team. His eyes traced every stroke of the characters on the curtain, as if he could hear them calling out in the wind, inspiring every team member who entered the classroom to fearlessly face adversity and move forward.
Meanwhile, the surrounding team members were busy arranging the whiteboard, chairs, and other items for recruitment. Lin Fei seemed oblivious to all this, as if he were drawn into a state of contemplation by the words on the curtain. At that moment, Chen Yong quietly walked up to Lin Fei, reached out with a large hand, and lightly patted his shoulder. In that instant, without words, this simple gesture seemed to convey all the warmth and encouragement, as if to say, "Welcome, this is your new battlefield."
Lin Fei turned around and saw Chen Yong's smiling eyes, then glanced at each busy team member. At that moment, the restlessness in his heart slowly subsided, replaced by a deep sense of solidity. He was no longer a lone warrior; here, he had a group of comrades who understood the value of fighting together. So, Lin Fei walked into the midst of everyone and began to help organize the remaining equipment.
As the lingering light of the setting sun spilled in from the window, the warm glow enveloped the old wooden classroom. Inside the classroom, every movement, every laughter, was building the unique atmosphere of the badminton team. Lin Fei understood in his heart that this was not just a training ground, but also a home for mutual growth and shared battles.
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