Love is as simple as badminton.

The most exciting part of Chapter 29 has ended.

1-0. Facing Lin Xiang's serve, Wang Luo aggressively rushed the net and pushed the ball quickly.

His speed increased dramatically. Before Shi Yuqi and Jin Xin could even see when he pushed off the ground, the shuttlecock had already been tackled by him at an extremely fast speed.

1:1.

Wang Tianmao reported the score and nodded approvingly.

"Wuhu!"

Wang Luo also clenched his fist and jogged to cheer himself up.

"How did you manage to hit that shot?"

Jin Xin couldn't help but open his mouth, "Why does this feel a bit like watching a doubles match..."

"The back-to-the-back smash followed by a front-to-the-back block is indeed a doubles tactic, but Wang Luo's shot was a doubles strategy applied to singles."

Shi Yuqi nodded. "While I wouldn't say that my junior completely dominates him in terms of ball handling, he's certainly no weaker. If Wang Luo wants to break through, he'll have to increase his speed."

"But wouldn't that require more physical exertion?"

"That's generally true, but if you're only playing one game, you can still go all out."

"A fight between masters is terrifying..."

Jin Xin's heart, which had been at ease, was now filled with anxiety again.

Lin Xiang didn't say anything and silently stood up to receive the hair.

On the next ball, facing Wang Luo's same quick push at the net, Lin Xiang directly hit a long shot, using a higher arc to widen Wang Luo's position.

Wang Luo managed to press down with his superior physical abilities, and Lin Xiang took the opportunity to lightly block the diagonal shot, maximizing Wang Luo's running distance.

Wang Luo was unwilling to relinquish the offensive power, so after a sprint, he forcefully hooked the shuttlecock to the opposite corner. However, Lin Xiang was already well-rested and took advantage of the situation to deliver a powerful drop shot, causing the shuttlecock to roll into the net and leaving Wang Luo with no further options.

"nice shot!"

Wang Luo smiled and nodded, showing no sign of defeat.

In the following games, they continued to play the same strategy and managed to recover some points, keeping the score very close.

Faced with Wang Luo's flexible ball movements and rapid attacks, he maintained a steady lob and did not blindly follow suit with acceleration.

The two sides were clearly playing the same game, but their speeds seemed to be on completely different levels. Separated only by a net, they were like two different worlds: one side was a continuous torrent, and the other was a calm lake before a storm.

Judging from their demeanor, Lin Xiang seemed to be overshadowed by Wang Luo.

But the score kept fluctuating, and no one pulled away.

Lin Xiang, on the contrary, took the lead by a mere 2 points, entering the break 11-9.

"Teacher Lin is truly talented!"

Jin Xin adjusted his black-rimmed glasses; the text on his phone was already densely packed with notes.

He had watched some badminton matches before, but due to the camera angles used for broadcasting, they didn't seem that great.

It's so much more enjoyable to watch from the sidelines! You can directly feel the terrifying speed of top players and the exhilarating, visceral impact of every punch!

"Wang Luo played so well and was so fast, yet he was still outmatched by Teacher Lin. It's unbelievable..."

"Because of their different playing styles, Lin Xiang's strategy in this game leaned towards control and counter-attacks, while Wang Luo's strategy leaned towards high-speed attacks."

Shi Yuqi frowned slightly, showing no excitement at opening the champagne ahead of time.

"But the second half will be very difficult for the juniors, and they might even lose...!"

Jin Xin asked, puzzled, "Why?"

He felt that no matter how he looked at it, the advantage was in his hands.

"Because of wind direction, there is air movement in any stadium."

Shi Yuqi pointed to the slowly rotating fan above.

"Badminton is greatly affected by wind direction. Generally speaking, courts with a headwind are more favorable for control-oriented play."

Because the core of the control-oriented style of play is pushing and lifting, there is no need to worry about pushing out of bounds on the wind side. Even if you use a little more force, the wind can offset the excessive speed.

Once you switch to the downwind side, even a little extra force could blow you out of bounds. But if you don't use enough force, you might get blocked halfway through, putting you in a dilemma.

Wang Luo, on the other hand, adopted an offensive style of play, with his shots biased downwards, making the wind direction almost negligible to him.

"I see……"

Jin Xin suddenly realized.

Badminton is a sport that involves deceleration; the shuttlecock speed decreases towards the end of its trajectory. However, the external force exerted by the wind is generally constant. Therefore, changing from a headwind to a tailwind is not a simple matter of adding or reducing force.

"Also, the roofs here are relatively low, so it's not possible to use a high enough throw to slow down and adjust, which is actually less friendly to control-oriented play."

Shi Yuqi clenched her fist.

"As a result, there will inevitably be more straightforward shots. Once the rhythm is picked up, it will be difficult to slow it down. It will be a battle of the brave that prevails."

"That……"

Jin Xin also became nervous after what her senior said.

Lin Xiang is only leading by two points now. If he is in such a bad situation in the second half, will he be able to win?

During the conversation, Wang Tianmao stretched and got up, picking up his rusty thermos.

"Qiqi, I'm going out to get some water and take a walk. Could you help me remember the score?"

"Okay... but the second half is about to start, won't you take a look before you leave?"

Shi Yuqi asked, puzzled. She knew that Grandpa Wang had an almost obsessive passion for watching football and often sat in the stadium for an entire afternoon.

The duel between masters is right before his eyes, so why isn't he watching anymore?

"The most exciting part is over, and the rest is basically settled, with no major changes expected."

Wang Tianmao smiled and waved his hand, not minding that the two players heard what he said.

"Take your time and look at it."

As they were talking, the break officially ended.

When Wang Luo returned to the court, he saw that Lin Xiang was also sweating a lot, and sighed softly.

"It's a pity, Brother Lin. The conditions here are limited, otherwise we could have had more suspense."

The most exciting part is indeed over... Lin Xiang demonstrated excellent control skills in the first half of the game, which made things difficult for him at one point.

But after the change of venues, this evenly matched situation came to an end—that's probably what the old man meant.

Lin Xiang nodded, seemingly agreeing with his statement: "I think so too."

But his expression remained completely calm, even somewhat... apologetic?

Does he feel he didn't get to enjoy himself to the fullest? Then he's actually quite nice...

"Let me take you back to the gym to play sometime, and we'll have another good game."

"Okay. I'll serve first."

"bring it on!"

"bite--"

Facing Lin Xiang's backhand serve, Wang Luo decisively rushed the net and pushed quickly.

Now that he's on the adverse side, he can boldly take control.

*Smack!*

Before Wang Luo could return to his position, Lin Xiang smashed the shuttlecock back with a single shot, the speed of which was so fast that Wang Luo didn't even have time to react.

Relying on instinctive muscle memory, Wang Luo barely managed to dive to save the ball, but Lin Xiang had already pounced on the net like a god of death and cleanly finished off the opponent.

"Smack!!!"

"...?"

Wang Luo could no longer laugh.

Is this some kind of offensive strategy, like mine? But it doesn't feel like a simple offensive play; there's a sense of unease...

12:9.

Lin Xiang was like a ruthless scoring machine.

"nice shot!"

Wang Luo returned the ball and focused on preparing for the next shot.

This time he chose a flatter and lower push, aiming straight for the left baseline, which forced Lin Xiang to use his backhand transition.

"Chance!"

Wang Luo quickly retreated and unleashed a powerful long-range attack down a straight line.

"bite--"

But Lin Xiang deftly deflected the terrifyingly powerful attack with a mere flick of his wrist.

With the help of the other side, it even drew an outrageous diagonal line!

Wang Luo's eyes widened. Logically speaking, a smash with such a long trajectory and deep landing point should have almost no chance of changing direction.

His attention was previously focused on the straight line, and he hastily adjusted his direction to rush the diagonal line, but because the distance was too far and the ball speed was too fast, this time he didn't even catch the ball.

13:9.

Lin Xiang's expression remained calm.

「!?」

A chill ran through Wang Luo's heart.

He finally understood what that ominous feeling was—Lin Xiang had almost completely figured out his passing strategy!

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