Dominate the badminton world

Chapter 4
Dan Lidan was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect Wang Yu to answer like this, and being stared at by Wang Yu with teasing eyes, Dan Lidan couldn't help flushing.

"Hehe..." Rowling on the side teased, "Sister Dan, I didn't expect you to be teased sometimes!"

"Okay." Ou Jun looked a little impatient, and said: "The two old men are going to rest, let's go."

"My Yonex NS9900 racket, the pinnacle of the NS series, was brought back by my friend from Japan last year, more than [-] yuan." Ou Jun took out a racket from his bag and said with a chuckle: "But , I don’t think you understand either.”

Wang Yu didn't think much of it, he felt that the racket was easy to use, but if the technique is not good, it is not enough to use a racket worth [-] yuan.

Wang Yu took out his red Li Ning racket. Although Li Ning only signed a contract with the national badminton team last year and was in its infancy in the field of badminton equipment, its development momentum has been fierce since then.

Wang Yu could also see that the racket in his hand was actually not worth more than three hundred, and it was not made entirely of carbon fiber, but it had little impact.

When they came to the court, Shan Lidan and Luo Lin used the half-court to draw the ball to warm up, but their actions fell into Wang Yu's eyes, and they could only say a word.

Wang Yu and Ou Jun used the other half, and Ou Jun also used Yonex's badminton.

Before serving, Ou Jun reminded: "My balls cost more than ten yuan each, so take it easy!"

Wang Yu held the racket with a blank expression on his face.

Ou Jun asked again: "Can you hit the high ball? If so, let's play the high ball."

"It's all right!" Wang Yu was a little speechless.

"It's all right? You pretend for me!" Ou Jun pinched the feathers of the badminton, hung his arms all over, and sent out a ball that was only high but not far away.

"Hehe... hold the feather and serve..." Wang Yu held back his smile, his forearm spun with the racket, and with his fingers exerting force, he caught the ball easily.

"Huh?" Ou Jun's eyes were fixed, his face was a little surprised.

"I didn't expect this kid to play badminton."

Wang Yu sneered in his heart, he naturally knew what Ou Jun had in mind, it was nothing more than losing face in running before, and now he wanted to save some face.

If he pretends that he doesn't know how to play at all, and there is no need to fight, all Wang Yu will show a little bit of skill and prepare to give Ou Jun a chance.

After playing the high ball for a while, Ou Jun said: "You two beauties, I will play a singles game with Wang Yu first, you guys take a break."

"Hmph!" Ou Jun remained calm on the surface, but in his heart he decided not to hold back, not to beat Wang Yu up, it was difficult to understand the anger in his heart.

Ou Jun didn't ask Wang Yu at all if he needed to choose the right of the ball or the field, and stood on his right field with the ball.

Wang Yu didn't care either, he held the racket in the middle, put his left foot in front, lowered his center of gravity, and was ready to catch the ball.

"Yo? It's kind of like that." Seeing Wang Yu's action of receiving the serve, the two girls who watched the match were stunned, and even Ou Jun was stunned.

"Pretentious." Seeing Wang Yu's actions, Ou Jun felt even more upset.

In men's singles, the high ball is generally not served. The reason is very simple, because the players are very capable in the backcourt, and the high ball is killing.

Wang Yu guessed that Ou Jun didn't know why, maybe it was just that the men's singles who watched the game all served with backhands, so he also learned to serve with backhands.

The moment Ou Jun served the ball, his eyes flashed, and he chose to steal the ball on the first ball, and served Wang Yu's backcourt.

However, in Wang Yu's opinion, the quality of the steal was not good, and in his eyes, it was too slow.

Wang Yu kicked back with his left foot, turned sideways, stepped and kicked, jumped and killed, and his whole body exploded with strength.

boom!
A loud bang sounded in the stadium.

Everyone turned their heads to look, and saw a badminton fly by the ear of Ou Jun who had a blank face with lightning speed, causing a gust of cold wind on Ou Jun's face.

The ball fell to the back of the midfield and became a dead ball.

The two daughters, Shan Lidan and Luo Lin, opened their mouths slightly, and looked at Wang Yu who quickly returned to the midfield after landing in disbelief, and were immediately dumbfounded.

"Fuck, this ball is so hard to kill!"

"I've never seen such a fierce smash with my own eyes. Where did this kid come from? It's so loud!"

"Let's go, let's take a closer look, huh? Isn't that Jun Wazi? It turns out that he is a master invited by him."

Looking at the people surrounding him, Ou Jun swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, and the sweat on his forehead burst out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He held the clapper trembling slightly, scooped up the ball with the racket several times but failed to scoop it up, so he could only squat down to pick up the ball with his hands, and then passed it to Wang Yu.

Shan Lidan and Luo Lin glanced at each other, and took out their phones to check the news in the group.

"Are you asking us to watch him abuse? Could it be that Brother Jun made a mistake and asked us to watch him being abused?" Rowling's chest was throbbing, and she said things that she didn't even believe.

"Pfft~" Shan Lidan couldn't help laughing and said, "Who would ask others to watch the food they were abused, I'm afraid Brother Jun is so forceful this time, pretending to be big..."

Taking advantage of the effort of handing the ball, Ou Jun whispered to Wang Yu with difficulty: "Brother Wang, you... Take it easy, everyone is watching!"

"It's easy to say, I don't kill the ball." Wang Yu smiled lightly, took the ball, and walked to his left service area.

Wang Yu exerted a little force with his thumb and sent a small ball over, which was also returned to the net by Ou Jun.

It's just that before the ball fell down, Wang Yu stepped forward and threw the ball to death.

For the second ball, Ou Jun chose to pick Wang Yu's backhand position, and was kicked and kicked by Wang Yu again, and he used the skateboard to hit a diagonal line to end the round.

For the third ball, Wang Yu kept pulling the ball high and long, but Ou Jun hit an empty racket to end the round.

"This guy has great golf skills. You can see his movements are clean and tidy, just like what you see on TV."

"Look at his ball handling, he just does whatever he wants, he can hit wherever he wants, without making a single mistake."

"Where did he come from, he is so powerful, I have never seen it before!"

Soon to the [-]th ball, Ou Jun seemed not even able to catch the ball, the racket and the ball from Wang Yu missed and missed.

21:0, the end of the first game.

Ou Jun sat down on the ground, his expression was gloomy, he was panting heavily, his whole body was soaked, it seemed that he didn't want to play the second round.

On the other hand, Wang Yu didn't even sweat much, and walked off the court with a racket in his hand with a relaxed expression.

clap clap clap...

A burst of applause rang in Wang Yu's ears, and Wang Yu couldn't help showing emotion, and asked him to hold the racket in his hand tightly.

"Fantastic, powerful, this is the real master."

"He is so powerful at such a young age, he must be a boy, otherwise it is impossible to have this level."

"Let him come over later and give us some pointers. By the way, let's see if he can be drawn into our association. He is a talent!" Not far away, a middle-aged man with a big belly shined his eyes, looking at him like a baby. With Wang Yu.

Ou Jun got up with a gloomy face, walked out of the badminton court, came to Wang Yu's side, and said in a low voice: "You really don't give me face, you won't let me get a point."

(End of this chapter)