Lin Xing holds the racket in one hand and the ball in the other, looking serious.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound rang out from the net, and with a flat forehand, the badminton flew through the air quickly and rushed towards Song Bicai.

If the ball speed is not very fast, you can see the flight path of the ball, and even a novice can guess its landing point.

The crowd burst into laughter.

“It’s so funny!

A ball that was delivered so seriously was actually designed to land on Song Bicai's racket surface.

Are you so considerate of your opponent when you send the ball to Song Bicai?"

"Don't laugh. It's possible that you and I are going back and forth in return for the right to serve that Song Bicai gave him."

“This is a typical problem that only newbies will have.

I have gotten used to it during practice, and often send the ball to the opponent's racket surface to pull the ball.

This is a competition. The landing point must not be within easy reach of the opponent. Mobilizing the opponent to move around is called a competition.

Alas, he is indeed a rookie."

Song Bicai raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

He stood there, moved the racket slightly, and hit the ball away.

"Bang!"

A crisp hitting sound.

His movement of catching the ball seemed casual, but he exerted force at the moment of hitting the ball, raising the ball high and turning it into a backcourt ball.

Champion Lei smiled.

"Bicai has an advantage, that is, he controls the landing point very well, especially the ball from the backcourt, which is particularly good.

It seems that this competition is not that easy, your students are destined to panic on the court."

Facing Champion Lei's words, Li Zhikun had no expression on his face and seemed too lazy to answer his words.

Li Yinwei retorted.

"You just watch football, why do you talk so much?

If you say this before you win, be careful of getting slapped in the face."

Li Yinwei has seen Lin Xing play ball. Lin Xing is very fast. Running such a distance is not a problem for Lin Xing.

While everyone was looking at the joke, Lin Xing tapped his toes and ran sideways towards the back.

The badminton ball quickly landed in the corner of the backcourt, and the ball landed almost out of bounds.

Faced with this kind of boundary ball, some people know that they can't run ahead and simply stop moving. They take a chance and watch the ball fall to the ground.

Lin Xing's timing of running was a beat behind, and everyone thought he had no hope.

However, he suddenly exerted his final strength, his speed suddenly increased, and he shot to the corner, raised his racket, and waited for the ball to arrive.

Lin Xing prepared his move before the ball fell from the highest point.

He flicked his wrist and hit the ball.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound.

Everyone was surprised.

"He caught it and wanted to smash it!"

Champion Lei was a little surprised, but he still said leisurely: "Catching smash balls is a daily practice item. If you can't catch smash balls of this level, there is no need to play in the game."

There was a joking smile on Li Zhikun's lips, and his hands trembled slightly reflexively.

Is Lin Xing’s smash ball easy to catch?

Ask him the most experienced person about this question.

That sour taste...

Song Bicai saw Lin Xing smashing the ball, and the old man was on the ground ready to catch the ball. He planned to do a cool and unrestrained fishing for the moon and give Lin Xing a backcourt ball for free.

However, when the badminton flew towards him, he suddenly had a bad feeling?

The ball flew through the air so fast that he couldn't see clearly.

He was slightly surprised.

"Coach Lei's smash ball is famously fast. Why do you think this guy's smash ball is even faster?"

Not just him, others also discovered it.

"Why can't I see the ball? Is it because of the lighting or is it too fast?"

"Bang!"

A crisp sound of hitting was heard instantly, and the badminton fell instantly, like a cannonball, hitting the badminton racket in Song Bicai's hand.

Yes, Lin Xing still sent the ball to Song Bicai's racket, and Song Bicai didn't have to run at all.

Song Bicai had a serious look on his face, waving his bat lightly and shaking his wrist slightly at the same time.

He planned to unload the ball in the back and give Lin Xing a ball in front of the net and let him run back and forth.

However, there was a violent vibration on the racket surface. His jaw was numb from the shock and he could hardly hold the racket!

He didn't care to look at his hands, but held the racket again and watched the ball fly back.

Just now, because he didn't unload his force well, the ball's landing point must have changed, so don't go out of bounds.

Sure enough, the ball didn't fly to the net as he wanted, but to Lin Xing's backcourt.

Because Lin Xing did not return immediately, the ball flew directly above Lin Xing's racket surface.

Everyone exclaimed.

"What's going on?

This kind of ball should be controlled in the frontcourt, allowing Lin Xing to run around and consume energy.

How could it be sent to his racket?"

Lin Xing smiled faintly, as if he had expected this. He raised the racket, jumped lightly with his feet half a meter off the ground, and swung the racket violently!

Between swings, a storm sounded, smash!

The power this time is even greater than the last smash!

However, this time, the ball landed not on Song Bicai's racket, but into the blind spot in the backcourt.

Although Song Bicai was surprised that Lin Xing's second smash was faster, he was also ready.

When Lin Xing took off, he had already started running, quickly ran to the backcourt, and waited.

He is short but very fast, which is his advantage.

Champion Lei secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said calmly: "Bicai was just playing with your students just now. The next ball will not be so easy to catch."

Li Zhikun smiled this time.

"Don't talk nonsense first. Let's talk about it later if your students can score points."

Based on his understanding of Lin Xing, the first time was just a warm-up, and the second time was normal performance.

When Lin Xing was working normally, he was a little timid.

The audience in the live broadcast room focused on something different from the audience at the scene. They were surprised to see Lei Guanjun and Li Zhikun communicating normally with smiles on their faces.

"I didn't expect that Champion Lei and Li Zhikun didn't have an undying hatred. When they met, they were still harmonious."

"Which eye upstairs saw that they were reconciled?

Didn't you hear that they were secretly competing?

Lei Guanjun is a bit aggressive, Li Zhikun doesn't talk much, but he also fights back."

"The interaction between these two people is like a drama. I don't know if the two people will fight later."

"Then it depends on how well these two students fight.

I think there is little hope. Lei Guanjun’s students look like they are just practicing.

Although Li Zhikun's students are impressive, they always feel a little lacking.

He doesn’t have the experience of many battles.”

The audience on the field and in the live broadcast room were chatting happily.

As for Song Bicai on the badminton court, the pressure was a bit high.

He couldn't see the shadow of the incoming ball!
To be continued...