Dominate the badminton world

Chapter 105

The audience was silent, and everyone was nervously watching Wang Yu and Chen Yuekun in the middle of the arena, but most people hoped that Chen Yuekun would win the last point.

Chen Yuekun took a deep breath, just now he used the points he lost to gain some physical recovery, just to prepare for the last point.

Holding the racket, his expression became sharper, he was bound to win this point.

Wang Yu held the shuttlecock and kept calm. After Chen Yuekun was ready, he sent the shuttlecock lightly.

Chen Yuekun rubbed the ball, Wang Yu stepped forward with his right foot and picked Chen Yuekun's right backcourt with his forehand.

Chen Yuekun got the back court in parallel, took off, lobbed the ball in a straight line, and lobbed the badminton to Wang Yu's left front court.

Wang Yu stepped forward and hooked the corner.

As if knowing that Wang Yu was going to hook the ball, Chen Yuekun immediately ran to the left front court and made a push motion, but at the moment of hitting the ball, he gently wiped the ball and put the ball in front of the net.

Wang Yu, who had just returned to the midfield, was almost fooled by Chen Yuekun's shot, but fortunately he didn't move ahead of time, and stepped forward to pick the ball again to Chen Yuekun's left backcourt.

Wang Yu was obviously hesitant to return the ball this time, and he didn't pick it properly. Chen Yuekun seized the opportunity and ran to the back of the badminton's landing point, took off and made a heavy kill, slashing.

The ball was so fast that Wang Yu could only dive to the left and block the ball to Chen Yuekun's right backcourt.

Chen Yuekun landed quickly, then ran to the right, took off again, and killed Wang Yu's right field.

Wang Yu got up, kicked his body to the right, and continued to dive to save the ball, but this time the ball returned only to the midfield.

Wang Yu turned over immediately, and before he could stand up, the badminton came crashing down again, causing Wang Yu to sit down and use his body's conditioned reaction to block it.

The ball was blocked in the backcourt, but Chen Yuekun gritted his teeth and ran desperately to the backcourt.

"Drink!" Chen Yuekun yelled, released the last of his strength, hit another smash, and then lay down on the ground, not even able to see the result.

Snapped!
Then the sound of a racket hitting a badminton rang in Chen Yuekun's ears, making him sigh.

Afterwards, the elated cheers from the audience filled the venue like a pot exploded.

"At the end of the first game, Chen Yuekun won, 30 to 29."

Hearing the score announced by the referee, Chen Yuekun opened his eyes suddenly, a little in disbelief.

"Oye~ good!"

"Kun Kun won, that's great."

"It's too dangerous. Fortunately, Wang Yu's shot blocked the net."

"The hitting point is a bit lower..." Wang Yu was still sitting on the ground, looking at the shuttlecock under the net, feeling a little regretful.

"Huh~" Wang Yu stood up from the ground and walked off the court to rest. There was no negative expression on his face after losing, but only emotion.

"Finally lost once... It feels so good." Wang Yu had a smile on his face. He played this round heartily and comfortably.

"Brother Yu actually lost. This is the first time I've seen him lose. Is this the limit of Brother Yu?"

"I know Brother Yu is good, but I don't know how good he is. Now I know that his skills can match the national first team."

"Hey, but Chen Yuekun's physical strength is obviously at its limit, and Brother Yu doesn't seem to be particularly tired. Whoever loses wins, isn't it the same?"

Although Wang Yu's players felt sorry for Wang Yu's loss, they were also very satisfied with Wang Yu's performance. They felt that Wang Yu's ability to compete with the national first team was already very good.

Chen Yuekun's fans are also worried about him, because Chen Yuekun's state can be seen by everyone, and the second game may be a little hanging.

After Chen Yuekun left the field, he immediately took deep breaths, drank water intermittently, kneaded his muscles, shook his limbs, and relaxed to restore his physical strength.

Wang Yu wiped his sweat, sat for a while, and then heard the referee's voice.

"20 seconds, 20 seconds..."

When the referee announced that there were only 20 seconds left in the rest time, Wang Yu immediately stood up, carried the ball bag to the other court, and exchanged courts with Chen Yuekun.

Chen Yuekun also carried the ball bag and walked to the place where Wang Yu was resting just now. After putting the ball bag away, he took out a towel to wipe off his sweat, took a sip of water, and then walked slowly onto the court.

"In the second game, the game started, 0 to 0."

Chen Yuekun sent a small ball to Wang Yu, and Wang Yu directly picked Chen Yuekun's backcourt.

Chen Yuekun was not surprised when Wang Yu picked the ball. He tried to maintain a relaxed pace and came to the backcourt. Chen Yuekun casually used the strength of his forearm to hit the high ball.

Wang Yu came to the backcourt and directly smashed the ball.

The second game was not as intense as the first game. Chen Yuekun didn't even kill a single ball, and mainly played with pulls.

"Hey, Kunkun is really tired, he can't even kill the ball."

"What do you know, Chen Yuekun is buying time for himself to recover his physical strength. He controls the number of multi-shots in each round within a certain range, and the difference between the amount of physical strength recovered and the amount of physical strength consumed reaches the maximum absolute value. That's what he's aiming for."

"It turns out that to maximize the timeliness of physical recovery, this requires a strong ability to control the field. It is worthy of being an athlete of the national first team. It is too strong."

Of course Wang Yu knew Chen Yuekun's purpose, so he tried his best to control every time he returned the ball, trying to mobilize Chen Yuekun to the greatest extent.

As long as Chen Yuekun kicks the ball, Wang Yu will definitely kill the ball, and then use a fierce attack to shorten Chen Yuekun's recovery time.

"11 to 3, intermission."

When the referee announced the score, Chen Yuekun had already walked off the field quickly, sat down to drink water and wipe off his sweat.

Wang Yu admired Chen Yuekun's ability to restore his physical strength to the fullest.

"It's so pitiful, you actually racked your brains to restore your physical fitness." Wang Yu shook his head slightly, his face could not help showing sympathy, and he also realized more deeply how precious it is to have a super strong body.

"20 seconds, 20 seconds..."

"Time flies too fast..." Chen Yuekun sighed secretly, looked enviously at Wang Yu's tall and straight appearance, and walked towards the court in a dignified manner, and said bitterly, "Is this kid a perpetual motion machine?"

After Wang Yu came to the field, he jumped up and down non-stop, as if he had boundless energy, which formed a sharp contrast with the exhausted Chen Yuekun on the bench next to him.

Seeing Wang Yu's actions, Chen Yuekun felt even more bitter in his heart.

"Brother Yu... he even jumped up and down, this is too shocking!"

"Wang Yu is too perverted, is he still human?"

"Wang Yu is like this...does it count as arrogance?"

"..."

Seeing the referee looking at him, Chen Yuekun reluctantly picked up the racket and walked onto the court.

"Continue to play, 11 to 3."

Wang Yu took the badminton and stole a backcourt ball from Chen Yuekun.

(End of this chapter)