Love is as simple as badminton.

The National Day holiday has arrived as scheduled, and college students are making the most of their time to enjoy themselves.

Even the badminton halls, which are usually packed with people, have become much quieter during the holidays.

But the school team continues to train, both the official players and the reserve players.

"nice shot!"

Seeing Wang Luo defuse his cross-court shot with a superb flick, Deng Ziyang laughed and lifted the ball up.

Wang Luo's cross-court shot was of high quality, but Deng Ziyang, with his superior ball control, still managed to flick the ball very accurately.

To Deng Ziyang's surprise, Wang Luo quickly retreated and jumped, seemingly intending to force a fight.

He dared not be careless and obediently lowered his center of gravity to defend.

A striker like Wang Luo might not be able to defeat himself in one blow, but the subsequent combo is terrifying.

To hold your own against him, you have to be absolutely flawless in every defensive move.

*Smack!*

Wang Luo swung his racket swiftly, and the shuttlecock flew straight over his head—to Deng Ziyang's surprise, it was actually a flat high shot!

The flat high shot is similar to the high clear, but its trajectory is flatter and its speed is faster. Although it's not a downward smash, if used properly, it can be just as aggressive as a smash.

For example, at this moment, Deng Ziyang lowered his center of gravity in advance, and his defense on the ground was indeed impenetrable; while this flat shot that went straight into the airspace was equivalent to bypassing the Maginot Line and catching him off guard.

"nice shot!"

Despite being in an extremely passive situation, Deng Ziyang still managed to hit a high and flat shot with his backhand.

The onlookers' eyes widened in disbelief: What a domineering breakaway! No wonder he's the top scorer!

However, Wang Luo came prepared this time, quickly jumping and smashing a diagonal shot, completely tearing apart Deng Ziyang's defense.

"despair"

The shuttlecock landed near the sideline, and Deng Ziyang's diving save was out of reach.

Unfortunately, the linesman had his arms outstretched – a gesture indicating the ball was out of bounds – otherwise it would have been a perfect shot.

The intra-team match ended with a score of 21-18.

This is the best result achieved by the reserve team against Deng Ziyang so far.

"Wow! Your skills have improved really fast lately!"

During the post-match handshake, Deng Ziyang patted Wang Luo on the backside—in badminton, this gesture represents a senior's recognition of a junior.

The surrounding area erupted in applause.

During intra-team matches, players generally don't applaud unless the game is truly exceptional.

As soon as Wang Luo came off the field, he was immediately surrounded by the other reserve players from the same cohort.

"Holy crap! You secretly went out and signed up for classes, didn't you?"

"Did they get instructions from some country?"

"I've never seen General Deng play with such excitement before!"

Everyone gave them a "Wow, so cool!" look.

"It's alright."

Wang Luo simply smiled and waved his hand, showing no excitement.

"Everyone should learn from Xiao Wang! He wasn't the one who trained the longest during this period, but he was definitely the one who trained the most diligently. His mentality is also excellent! He's neither arrogant nor humble, he wants to win but isn't afraid to lose, and he should maintain that attitude during the competition."

After the match, Deng Ziyang addressed the reserve team members.

"After the military training comes the Freshman Cup. Although this is a competition organized by the Badminton Association and will not be used as a reference for your official entry into the team, it has historical significance, so I hope everyone will take it seriously."

You should know that the Freshmen Cup always invites well-known badminton stars to watch the games, and your idol might just be in the guest seats.

Putting everything else aside, if you poop in front of your idol, would you still have the nerve to ask for an autograph or a photo?

So I hope everyone stays focused. Whoever wins in the end, I hope the process will be full of suspense!

"yes!!"

The team members responded with great energy and spirit.

Wang Luo couldn't help but purse his lips.

Regardless of who wins the championship, I hope the process is full of suspense... But this statement seems to imply that the champion will definitely come from the reserve team, which ignores the biggest suspense.

How much of a fight can they possibly withstand against Lin Xiang?

This is also why Wang Luo is currently calm and composed.

It's not that he's indifferent to winning or losing; it's just that he's already seen higher mountains, so he won't be swayed by the hills in front of him.

"Alright, that concludes today's training. Everyone, you may all leave now."

As soon as Deng Ziyang finished speaking, several team members who had been unable to contain themselves ran off like wild dogs.

In their view, the National Day holiday is for relaxing and having fun! Who would want to train hard every day?

Deng Ziyang shook his head—the fastest runners were also the ones who had been least focused on training lately.

They have basically given up on themselves and don't expect to be selected as official team members. They are just going through the motions and hoping to get a few more days of training subsidies.

Of course, Deng Ziyang didn't expect anything from them either.

Although the formal selection is still a long way off, everyone has a general idea of ​​who will stay.

"Mr. Deng, I'm off now!"

Wang Luo strung the scattered balls back together and put them back in the ball box, then waved goodbye from afar.

"Okay, go back and get some rest. Happy National Day."

Deng Ziyang pointed to the large bag by the court, "Take some bananas and go, take more."

"Okay! Thank you, Mr. Deng!"

Wang Luo broke off a string of pearls, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and left like a child.

Deng Ziyang nodded with satisfaction, but a look of doubt appeared in his eyes.

So how did he manage to improve his skills so quickly?

Today's game was not easy; he had to go all out to gain the upper hand against Wang Luo.

Even among the official team members, there are very few people who are better than Wang Luo in singles.

The reserve team's training is just average; apart from regular mock matches, there's nothing particularly special about it.

Deng Ziyang couldn't understand it, and smiled helplessly, attributing it all to Wang Luo's extraordinary talent.

After all, he is the champion of the South China region's youth badminton competition, a promising young talent, a prodigy... He is different from a stray dog ​​like myself who only started playing badminton at the age of 10.

Yes, geniuses are truly enviable.

That's good, at least someone can take over next year!

Deng Ziyang shook his head and smiled, and after all the reserve players had left, he walked onto the field.

On the other side of the net, Ling Ye stood silently, racket in hand, his all-black jersey as dark as the night.

"Come on, Brother Ye."

Deng Ziyang took a deep breath and prepared to serve.

The new recruits' training was over, but his training had just begun.

I hope I can get more than 10 points this time...

"despair"

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"Brother Lin! Please have a banana!"

"Thanks."

After training, Wang Luo did not go to the canteen, but went straight to Haomao's house.

To date, Wang Luo has faced Lin Xiang a total of four times.

Although they haven't won a single game, the score is showing a linear upward trend, so the future looks promising.

This time it even reached a high of 15 points!

Lin Xiang was also very willing to fight him.

Because it's a closed-door competition, there's no need to worry about anything else; you can unleash your full potential.

The two don't always have the opportunity to fight; it's quite rare for them to both be available at the same time.

Even when he didn't have time to fight, Wang Luo would still bring them delicious food. Over time, he basically became an unofficial member of the Haomao family.

Wang Tianmao also liked this child from the same clan very much, and would occasionally give him some pointers.

"The buildup was all very good, but this shot was too rushed."

He held Wang Luo's phone, ate a banana, and commented on the replay.

"The reason you went out of bounds was not because you couldn't control the ball, but because Deng Ziyang's defense was too good."

In this situation, if you are eager to break through his defense, you will force yourself to improve the quality of your passes, which will lead to mistakes.

The correct approach is to continue your previous pressure and create more space for him, making it easier to score when he opens up openings.

Wang Luo's eyes lit up: "Indeed! I was so caught up in the game back then, I didn't think about anything else... Grandpa, you're amazing! Did you play ball when you were young?"

"It's over 100 million points."

Wang Tianmao burst into laughter.

This child... has come so many times, but has never once looked at the photos on the wall, always heading straight for Lin Xiang.

Yes, being simple and pragmatic is good too.

"Huh, isn't my senior here today?"

Wang Luo blinked and noticed the blind spot.

"She went out of town on business."

Lin Xiang slung his golf bag over his shoulder, nodded to Wang Tianmao, and said, "We should go too. Senior Sister Jian said she's already at the hotel."

"Yueyue just messaged me too, let's go!"

Wang Tianmao jumped up like a child, looking like he was saying, "I've been waiting for you to ask me."

Wang Luo looked on with curiosity.

"Brother Lin seems a bit distracted today."

He asked Jin Xin, who was silently taking notes, "Is something on your mind?"

"……perhaps?"

Jin Xin, while eating a banana, returned the question to him.

"Well, since things have come to this, let's go eat first."

"Wait, you're going too?"

"yes."

"..."

Wang Luo suddenly realized that he was the only one who was out of the loop.

He was starting to miss the bananas he had given away!

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