Love is as simple as badminton.

Chapter 28 We're having a closed-door sparring session, you understand?

"It's coming! A duel between masters!"

Shi Yuqi carried the ball box away, sat down on the sidelines, and entered "spectator mode."

"This Wang Luo is the South China champion, he must be really good, right? Is he a shoo-in for the school team?"

Jin Xin took notes while quietly asking her senior for help.

"Of course! In fact, the school team has already been grooming him as a future main player, which is equivalent to tacitly acknowledging that he has joined the team. He is currently in the reserve team, which is just a formality."

Shi Yuqi answered softly.

"Unlike his brother Wang Yang, this Wang Luo is a true master, the kind of player who could become a star player in the badminton league in the future!"

"I see……"

Jin Xin nodded repeatedly, now he understood what his senior meant.

Although he doesn't play badminton, the National Badminton League is a national event with unparalleled viewership, and those qualified to perform on this stage are all top university players.

The top players who emerge in the badminton league will generally end up playing for various top clubs, and may even have the opportunity to be selected by the national team!

This Wang Luo looks harmless, but I never expected him to be such an important person.

"Can Teacher Lin win?"

Jin Xin pursed his lips, his small eyes blinking rapidly.

Although it wasn't him playing the game right now, it was impossible for his familiar roommate not to be nervous about facing off against such a big shot.

"I can't say for sure. They're both very skilled, otherwise Wang Luo wouldn't have come all this way to spar with his junior."

Shi Yuqi rested her chin on her hand, her eyes reflecting that calm figure.

"But I believe my junior can still win."

Why?

"It's hard to say...maybe it's a badminton player's intuition, hahaha."

As they were talking, Da Xiong silently walked between the two of them, took the center position, and sat down with his hands tucked in.

The kitten glanced at Wang Luo, then looked at Lin Xiang, its big blue eyes blinking, as if it had seen a cat treat and wouldn't look away.

"Brother Lin, today we are having a closed-door sparring session."

Seeing that Lin Xiang was motionless and seemed to be thinking, Wang Luo gave him a bright smile.

"A closed-door sparring session means that only a few of us know about what happened today, and it won't be told to outsiders. So don't worry, please fight freely."

"Oh, I see."

Lin Xiang nodded knowingly, his thoughtful expression gradually disappearing.

"Okay, I understand."

"Uh-huh!"

Wang Luo was eager to try.

After winning the South China Youth Badminton Championship, he received an offer from the Xiangda University team and trained with them for a period of time in advance.

However, the pool of players in the reserve team was too shallow; there wasn't a single one that could excite him.

Even most of the veteran players are unremarkable, because they mainly play doubles and few specialize in singles.

Only a top player like Deng Ziyang could teach him a lesson.

However, Deng Ziyang was an upperclassman and also served as the team captain, so he didn't have time to play with him all the time.

So Wang Luo followed the scent and found Lin Xiang.

—When he saw Lin Xiang practicing footwork from afar that day, he knew that this brother was no ordinary person; when he went back and asked his older brother Wang Yang, he found out that he was indeed a master!

It's not something just anyone can do to get Wang Yang to only score three points.

Wang Luo craves evenly matched duels; pressure is what drives progress.

"Twenty-one points, one game to decide the winner. Everyone here is a pro and knows the rules, so I won't go into detail. Also, the roofs here are a bit low, so remember to be prepared."

Wang Tianmao stood on one side of the net. "Since you're a guest, Xiao Luo, you should choose the ball and the court first."

"Then I'll choose to have possession of the ball."

Wang Luo picked up a badminton shuttlecock.

"site."

Lin Xiang entered the receiving position, clearly not intending to change venues again.

Under the tense gaze of the three people and the cat, Wang Luo served a short ball with his backhand, and the first point officially began.

"Snapped!"

Facing Lin Xiang's push, Wang Luo launched a fierce forehand attack; however, his center of gravity was very stable, and he only jumped back a small step, without going all out in a desperate fight.

"bite."

Lin Xiang defended steadily and passed the ball back to the middle.

Seeing this, Wang Luo was not in a hurry. He tossed the ball high into the air, waited for Lin Xiang to pass to the frontcourt, and then grabbed the net and chopped the ball to seize the initiative.

Both sides probed each other in the first point, playing patiently and neither was in a hurry to finish the other off.

On the contrary, it was Shi Yuqi, who was acting as an audience member, who was nervous.

The pull-and-attack style is the most demanding in terms of basic skills. It may seem harmless, but in reality, every shot is full of hidden danger.

Every seemingly insignificant pull is a prelude to that decisive strike.

"They're here!"

Seeing Wang Luo suddenly accelerate to gain position and release a long-range tennis ball, the girl's heartstrings tightened.

The ball of this quality can only be pushed and lifted, but Wang Luo has already taken a step back, and can launch a high-threatening attack in either the forehand or backhand court.

The optimal solution is to switch from far to near the net to resolve the situation, but this type of shot is extremely difficult and can easily be directly smashed.

Even if successful, the ball's flight is relatively slow, allowing the opponent to maintain control of the net area.

As expected, Lin Xiang pushed the ball to his forehand area.

"Chance!"

Wang Luo quickly arched his back to its fullest extent, his slender figure soaring into the air, exuding an overwhelming sense of pressure.

Unlike his previous probing attacks, this time he anticipated the situation and retreated a step in advance—for a master, a single preemptive move is enough to change the entire situation!

"Smack!!!"

Wang Luo swung his arm, and the racket in his hand bent like a noodle in an instant; followed by a thunderous explosion that resounded throughout the entire court.

Before the sound even arrived, the shuttlecock had already transformed into a blurry, sharp white diagonal line, heading straight for the sideline.

Got it!

Wang Luo raised the corners of his mouth.

This is his specialty: constantly attacking down the line with high-speed lobs to pressure the opponent, making them more aware of defending down the line, while his team then uses the ball's trajectory and timely variations to shake off the opponent and deliver the decisive blow with a sudden diagonal shot.

Even someone as strong as Deng Ziyang has stumbled many times under his combination of punches!

However, what Wang Luo saw immediately afterwards was an unbelievable scene:

Lin Xiang started moving to the right the instant he hit the ball, his light, graceful slicing motion as if he were a chivalrous knight.

With a crisp sound, the shuttlecock was deflected with minimal force and easily deflected.

Wang Luo was caught off guard and rushed forward, lifting the ball before it hit the ground.

However, while the ball had enough arc, it lacked depth. Lin Xiang stepped back, jumped with both feet in front of the doubles baseline, and swung his racket.

"Thump—"

The badminton shuttlecock pierced through Wang Luo's defense, slammed into the ground, and then slid all the way out of the court.

"Meow!"

Nobita pressed down with his paw, stopping the ball.

"Meow meow."

She picked up the ball and placed it on Lin Xiang's racket.

"Thanks."

Lin Xiang nodded to the kitten, then looked at Wang Luo, "1:0."

"Nice shot, junior!"

Shi Yuqi, standing on the sidelines, clenched her fist, even happier than if she had won the game herself.

Jin Xin buried himself in writing, only to realize he hadn't updated today, so he had to improvise...

"sure."

Wang Luo laughed even more heartily; Lin Xiang was indeed a master. His eyes were fixed on Lin Xiang's racket, his gaze full of curiosity.

He was certain that Lin Xiang's defensive focus was on a straight line, which is why he decided to launch a diagonal attack.

But the textbook-perfect force-relief net that followed was clearly something that had been anticipated.

Did Lin Xiang also sense his intentions and deliberately give him the wrong information? Can so much be deduced from just the first point?

What else is there to say?

It's rare to find such a strong opponent; we must fight him to the bitter end without holding back!

We'll talk about tomorrow's training tomorrow!

Wang Luo was overjoyed, feeling that he had finally met an evenly matched opponent...

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