Rebirth Tianyu Tianxiang [Badminton]

Zhan Xiang's backcourt attacks and kills are more swift and fierce than the first, without any compassion, and absolutely merciless.

No, you can't always be beaten passively like this!Xiao Yu stared at Zhan Xiang's figure across the net, and his mind quickly turned to think about strategies and tactics that might be used to deal with Binghua and Xiangcao.

The ball has been delivered!Xiao Yu received the serve and quickly moved Zhan Xiang's forehand to the mid-waist position.

Zhanxiang returns the ball.Xiao Yu rubbed the opponent's mid-waist again, and made a few short shots in a row, which made Zhanxiang very uncomfortable. Then he changed his line and suddenly attacked the opponent's backhand position at the far end of the gap!

If there is a corner on this six-meter-wide and 13-meter-long field where Zhanxiang's defense is weakest, the gap in firepower coverage is actually the dead corner of that backhand position.Xiao Yu is Zhan Xiang's partner. He often uses his forehand advantage to make up for his partner's loopholes in the game, and helps his partner catch rescue shots. How could he not know Xiangcao's technical weakness!

The ball poked towards the dead corner within the white line, and it felt like a soft flesh poking into the heart.Zhan Xiang suddenly turned his head and stared at Xiao Yu, his expression was three points of grievance and seven points of disbelief: I was reluctant to hit you, but you hit me? !

What is wrong with you?You also specialize in the position that makes me feel aggrieved the most!

Zhan Xiang watched Xiao Yu through the net, with grief and indignation in his eyes.Those two aggrieved and bent gazes intertwined with Xiao Yu's gaze, Xiao Yu quickly raised his hand to signal to Xiangcao: I'm sorry, the fight was too hasty, Brother Xiang, please take care of me... …

Second Young Master Zhan's eyes were red, and his lips were slightly pursed, like a little boy whose lollipop was snatched away, so sad that he looked away and ignored him! ==

Well?Getting angry...

Xiao Yu looked at Zhan Xiang's appearance through the net, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt distressed.

He felt distressed because Zhan Xiang lost the ball, and when Zhan Xiang lost the ball, there was no one around him to comfort him.

In previous games, every time Xiangcao missed the net due to impatience and made a mistake, Xiao Yu never blamed him, but quickly stepped forward, lightly shook his hip with a racket, or used his palm to beat him. I patted my sweaty back and shouted "Come on" in a low voice.

Xiao Yu really wanted to cross the net and take a pat on the flying grass: Brother, it's just a training match, don't take it seriously, let's work hard.

But he can't cross the net. During the game, it is against the law to drill through, step over and around the net in front of him.

In a daze, the ball jumped over the net again. Xiao Yu flew in the midfield and stepped to catch the ball. His legs only opened to 120 degrees. He grunted in pain, and his face wrinkled into a bitter melon.

The wound on the buttocks was burning. Whether it was stepping on the Internet or making a sudden stop, it was the dull pain caused by the capillaries being torn again.If it wasn't for helping that little villain Cheng Hui, he really didn't want to play this game.He only thought of hugging Xiangcao in his arms, acting coquettishly, comforting him after being injured, just like when Zhanxiang was frustrated and lonely, he hugged this person in his arms to comfort him.

It was just a slight emotional fluctuation, and the expression on Xiao Yu's face became soft, not as tense as in previous games.His face was divided by the slightly trembling mesh grille, his face was indistinct, and his expression was hard to discern.

Zhan Xiang's gaze lingers on the face he likes.Ever since the two formed a pair, they have always stood on the same field and fought side by side, and they have never pinched each other through the net.This kind of feeling of pinching does not enjoy the thrill of fighting at all!

What's more, the kid named Cheng Hui actually played well. He closely followed Xiao Yu's rhythm on the court, and the two moved smoothly without panic.

Cheng Hui and Xiao Yu have been partners for several years, and the tacit understanding is not inferior to that of Yu and Xiang.Xiao Yu just made subtle eye movements, and Cheng Hui immediately understood, and began to use the backcourt to attack Binghua and Xiangcao's backhand.

People in the know can tell without asking, that the two are partners.

The female team members who watched the battle from the sidelines gasped in admiration: "Look, look, that handsome guy is playing well! He cooperates well with Xiao Yu, and it looks like they have practiced together for a long time, otherwise it would be impossible to run so smoothly in rotation! "

The two figures swayed on the eye mask, making Zhan Xiang feel restless, the originally firm confidence in his heart, some kind of inflated belief of "I am the only one", suddenly faltered: I always thought that Xiao Yu was—and only—— My partner, the only partner of each other, always thought that the cooperation between Xiaoyu and myself was the most skilled and the most tacit understanding!

Zhan Xiang has never had such a deep desire to play with Xiao Yu, not with miscellaneous others.The little Binghua next to her is also good in technique, and tries her best to accommodate her own footwork, but it feels different.The footwork is rigid, but the running position can be vivid; the technique is a dead set, but the tacit understanding can ignite the combat effectiveness of the field!

After a few balls, Cheng Hui stretched his muscles and bones, his chest and back were steaming, and he started to counterattack Zhan Xiang.

The score was gradually recovered, and the field fell into a stalemate.

Zhan Xiang slammed the backcourt, Cheng Hui slammed the backhand dead corner without hesitation!

Cheng Hui picked a high ball from the backcourt, Zhan Xiang immediately responded, jumped up and killed, and hit the shoulder of Cheng Hui's clapping arm with a ball!

The two heavy artillery sitting in the backcourt unleashed full firepower and bombarded each other indiscriminately, almost leaving their teammates in the frontcourt aside.For the small ball that was smashed out, every tail feather wanted to ignite violent sparks.

5 to 5 level!

8 to 8 level!

13 to 13 level!

In a simple intra-team match, the numbers on the black scoreboard were stuck together, and there was a strong smell of burning vinegar in the air, which made everyone's nasal mucosa itchy.

Zhan Xiang's ball speed is getting faster and faster, so fast that Tan Bing can't keep up.

He made a flat draw close to the net, and slammed towards Cheng Hui's left hand.That was Cheng Hui's backhand!

The speed of the ball was very fast, and with the fierce force of the string rubbing, it ran obliquely towards the dead corner.

Cheng Hui quickly turned around and ran back from the frontcourt, intending to catch the ball.

Xiao Yu looked back, Wei Gong's body was slowly standing upright, waiting for Cheng Hui to pick up the ball and kick off again.He knew Xiangcao's explosive power best, the ball was too fast, it was impossible for Huihui to save it.

Cheng Hui ran to the bottom line without any haste, and watched the ball fly to an awkward position beside him.With his back to the net, he turned his face sideways and peeked at the position of the second young master Zhan from the corner of his eyes. He didn't look back, let alone turn around. He suddenly turned his elbow, and the racket in his hand exerted force in the opposite direction. Chipped batting!

In a way that no one expected, the ball flew out of Cheng Hui's armpit, and a strange elliptical arc was drawn in the air. Due to the interference of resistance and gravity, after passing the net, he made a spoon-shaped arc and rushed towards the far sideline!

This ball retaliated Zhan Xiang's dead corner with a backhand!

Zhan Xiang was caught off guard, he never expected that Cheng Hui could catch the ball and draw it back, and he drew it so skillfully and brilliantly.

"Wow—it's beautiful! How did you hit the ball?! It turned out to be a back kick!"

Xiao Yu wiped his face and couldn't help being happy, Hui Hui, a bad boy, there is nothing you can't play with!

He once again raised his hand to Zhan Xiang across the net, comforting him with the slightest look and gesture.If you can't touch people, you can only use your eyes.If it weren't for the people standing around in a circle and getting in the way, Xiao Yu actually wouldn't mind blowing a resounding kiss to Xiangcao across the Chuhe-Han boundary.

Xiao Yu sincerely hoped that his elder brother Jiaxiang could have a tacit understanding with him, play a peaceful game, don't play too hard, don't lose Cheng Hui, and let that boy who has never seen the world win in front of Brother Biao. Thur once again!

After all, this may be a game about Cheng Hui's future, a fork in life.

The fate of this life may completely part ways with the previous life after this game!

Boss Du folded his arms around his chest on the sidelines, aiming at various parts of Cheng Hui's body with a graduated line of sight.

He intentionally asked Zhan Xiang to come out for sparring, and he took Zhan Xiang as a yardstick in his heart, just to see how much potential energy was stored in Cheng Hui, who Xiao Yu strongly recommended.

This child seems to have well-developed bones, 1 meters, short waist and long legs, and neat footwork.And the jumping ability of this little bullet is quite eye-catching; it is just the simplest jump kill in the backcourt, Du Biao can see with his eyesight that Cheng Hui can jump to a height of 78 centimeters in a vertical jump, and the feeling of staying in the air is excellent. It is indeed a good seed to make up for the altitude difference with Zhanxiang.

This kid is not afraid of playing, he just arrived, he doesn't say hello, he dares to hit anyone he catches, he shows extremely strong desire, and he is stronger when he is strong.

The disadvantages are also very obvious.Zhan Xiang's basic skills are excellent, his skills are stable, and he knows how to exert force; Cheng Hui's basic skills are very rough, and his playing is obviously a wild way.

At this time, Cheng Hui made another backcourt vertical jump smash. The strings of the racket were very hard, and the two longest gut strings in the middle of the racket were twisted.

He smoothed the strings with his fingers.Professional players are used to strings made of chemical fiber and sheep intestines. Although the elastic quality is good, they will not be able to resist the power of smashing after a long time. Players who attack the backcourt are especially tired of the racket.

Cheng Hui raised his hand to Brother Biao and shook the racket: "The string is loose."

Boss Du asked, "Do you have a spare racket?"

Cheng Hui shrugged: "I just brought a racket."

Xiao Yu was taken aback, and quickly said: "Why don't you use my racket?"

Cheng Hui snorted coldly: "I use yours? Then what do you use?"

Xiao Yu poked him with his elbow, pouted his mouth and muttered in a low voice: "I just watched you play, it's nothing to do with me, it doesn't matter if I make gesticulations with a wooden stick..."

The two were whispering in low voices, when Zhan Xiang on the opposite side suddenly shouted: "You use my beat!"

Zhan Xiang rushed to the sidelines with big strides, unzipped his ball bag with a "crash", and tore off the buttons of the zipper with brute force.He took out a spare racket from his bag, walked over with a sullen face, and handed the racket to Cheng Hui: "Use mine."