Dominate the badminton world

Chapter 63 This Talent Does Not Allow Volume
"8-8."

Gao Yang looked at the unbelievable Wang Yu in disbelief, and cursed secretly: "Your sister, you grabbed my ball and made an innocent expression to provoke me?"

Gao Yang turned around and used the racket to drive the badminton from under the net. Feeling angry, he decided to show his real strength and teach Wang Yu a lesson.

"Wang Yu, come on, you are the best!" Seeing Wang Yu winning, Feng Xinyan immediately stood up happily, waving the small flag in her hand, which made Gao Yang's fans dissatisfied.

Immediately not far from Feng Xinyan, someone said in a strange way: "Hmph, Wang Yu just caught Gao Yang's ball once, so what's the point, Wang Yu won't be so lucky next time, he will definitely be caught Severely killed."

Wang Yu served the small ball in front of the net, Gao Yang stepped forward to make a fast break, and pushed Wang Yu backhand to the corner of the backcourt.

Wang Yu's figure seemed to flash, kicked to the left, intercepted Gao Yang's ball again, and threw it from the top of his head while spinning.

boom!
The badminton hit the rubber in Gaoyang's left field hard, making the whole court silent.

"Hahaha, I was really brutally killed, but unfortunately the person who was killed was not Wang Yu." Feng Xinyan raised her chin, and glanced at the person who said Wang Yu would lose this ball with her small eyes. Let that person look ugly and bury his head.

"Really disobedient?" Wang Yu wanted to cry but had no tears. What was the reason for his crazy training?
Wang Yu is already very satisfied with the two talents of super physical fitness and super recovery. He thinks that his badminton talent is not weak.

With these two innate conditions, and through his own hard work and hard work, Wang Yu is confident that he can create his own world in the badminton world full of masters.

It's all right now, the super anticipation that I deliberately didn't use not only appeared on its own initiative, but also controlled his body.

And this kind of thing once or twice is okay, if there are too many, it must be abnormal, because no one can catch one accurately.

The most important point is that Wang Yu's reaction was too fast, it was abnormally fast.

It’s as if Wang Yu is a robot, only the moment the opponent’s racket hits the ball, he can accurately judge the flight path of the badminton and make a precise strike, which is very strange.

Wang Yu panicked a lot.

"Hey, I don't believe it anymore." Gao Yang's face was filled with astonishment, and he rushed the ball to Wang Yu again, and continued to prepare for receiving the serve.

Seeing Gao Yang's actions, Wang Yu smiled wryly, but he didn't dare to hit the net again, but chose to steal Gao Yang's backcourt.

However, because of the two goals just now, Gao Yang's rhythm was disrupted, Wang Yu stole his backcourt, he almost didn't react, kicked back quickly, and used his backhand to hang Wang Yu's right frontcourt.

Wang Yu stepped forward and rubbed the ball, but Gao Yang ran back to pick Wang Yu's right backcourt.

Wang Yu heaved a sigh of relief, his body was finally not dominated, he moved to the backcourt, jumped and killed again.

"It feels so good to regain control of the body!" When Wang Yu sighed, Gao Yang yanked Wang Yu's smash back to Wang Yu's backhand.

"Ah!" Wang Yu, who had just landed, screamed, his body suddenly bounced to the left, his waist was hung at [-] degrees, his reaction speed was comparable to the limit of human beings, and he directly slapped the head to kill!

boom!
The badminton landed straight on Gao Yang's right field, and once again came into close contact with the ground.

"10-8."

With the ball just now, Wang Yu's body was dominated again.

Although Wang Yu also wanted to make a move like this, he did it passively, and his reaction was faster and his strength was stronger.

Such a reaction, Wang Yu felt, should be at a national level.

"If this kind of ball can be played frequently, not to mention all, it is [-]%, then I also have a national level?"

"Hey, I wanted to work hard, but God didn't allow me to lie flat? But I just want to roll up properly!" Wang Yu looked sad and angry at the badminton on the ground.

"Wang Yu, don't bully others too much, make it look like you have lost the game, do you insult people like this?" Gao Yang slammed the ball to Wang Yu.

"I..." Wang Yu was at a loss for words for a moment, feeling even more aggrieved.

In the next game, the expressions of the audience became more and more exciting, but the voices became less and less, and the remaining voices were all in support of Wang Yu.

Gao Yang was originally the focus of media cameras from all sides, but now it is Wang Yu.

"Inning point, 20 to 8."

Since Wang Yu lost control of his body, Gao Yang never scored again. In the eyes of onlookers, Wang Yu always caught the key ball and hit a thunderous blow, leaving Gao Yang powerless to resist.

"This round, Wang Yu played a little bit beyond normal!" Sitting next to Xie Zhongbo, Liu Xin clasped his hands and rubbed his chin, his face full of surprise.

"The level he is showing now is no less than those brats in the team. If he joins the team and meets them, he will probably make a fuss for a while..." Xie Zhongbo smiled and rubbed his face. Rubbing his forehead, he seemed to have a headache.

"Impossible, how could this be?" The hand holding the beat trembled a little, looking at his silent fans in the audience, his mentality collapsed.

"My father spent countless energy and financial resources on me since I was a child to train me. My conditions are the best in the country, and my strength is comparable to the top level of the provincial team. I will lose to a Ordinary people, this is not fair!"

Gao Yang was drenched in sweat, his originally delicate center part was now disorganized, and when he looked at Wang Yu, his eyes were full of strong unwillingness.

For the last goal, Gao Yang put in all his strength and rushed from the backcourt to the frontcourt. Even the racket was thrown out of his hand, but he still couldn't catch Wang Yu's light pounce.

"At the end of the first game, Wang Yu won, 21 to 8."

boom!
Gao Yang punched the ground, his heart felt as if his fans had trampled on it, making him uncomfortable and almost suffocating.

"Why? Why can he beat me as an ordinary person?"

Seeing Gao Yang slowly getting up on the field and walking out of the field in a depressed mood, his fans originally wanted to cheer for him and encourage him, but in the end they just moved their lips and remained silent.

"Gao Yang, he didn't even get doubles. That's not how the script was written. Didn't he claim to be the strongest outside the team? It's fake!"

"Wang Yu is too strong, and I think he seems to be more attractive than Gao Yang, I want to support Wang Yu, you will not object?"

"I've always been optimistic about Wang Yu. Just now I was under your pressure, so I followed you to support Gao Yang. Now I want to support Wang Yu no matter what. Come on, Wang Yu, Wang Yu is the strongest!"

"Brother Yu is doing great."

"Yeah!" Both Feng Xinyan and He Xiaoluo stood up excitedly, but when they heard that those who supported Gao Yang in the past were now supporting Wang Yu in turn, their expressions were full of contempt.

"As expected of my brother." Song Tao crossed his legs and looked at Wang Yu on the field with emotion.

"I haven't even shown my true level... Is it so difficult to be a positive person full of positive energy?" Wang Yu walked out of the field with a wry smile on his face, took a rest, and prepared for the second game.

"This talent, don't give up!"

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