Dominate the badminton world

chapter 70

For self-intensive training in the evening, Wang Yu's second team was divided into two groups of [-] and [-] years old.

As a result, the number of people in Wang Yu's group decreased a lot in an instant. There were only less than ten people, and they were assigned to the three peripheral venues.

Among them, two male players who mainly played mixed doubles went to the B2 hall where the women's team trained under the envious eyes of several people.

Among the 7 players, there are 3 in men's singles, namely Wang Yu and captain Lu Yun and Wang Yu's defeater Qu Ziren, Cheng Yanchen and Long Haotian are in men's doubles, and there is another group of men's doubles consisting of two young people aged [-] or [-].

Cheng Yanchen has just turned 16 years old, and Long Haotian is 17 years old. The two have been partners for many years. They are preparing for the inner promotion match. If they are successfully promoted to the first team this year, they have the hope of participating in the National Badminton Youth Championship next year.

For confrontation training, two groups of men's doubles are playing doubles, Lu Yun and Qu Ziren are also training in singles, and Wang Yu is alone with an assistant coach.

The assistant coach was also retired from the previous provincial team. He was a puffy young man with a height of 172cm, with straight hair and a pair of angular eyes.

Wang Yu said to the youth coach: "Coach Tu, I want to practice the backhand."

"Backhand?" The young man's name was Tu Zhijie, and he glanced upwards at Wang Yu with his small eyes.

Tu Zhijie preached to Wang Yu: "We are professional athletes. We do not support or advocate backhand practice. You need to wait for your other technical movements to be perfected and mature before performing targeted exercises. The first time you train, you want to practice. Backhand, with your mentality, I think you don't want to pass the trial training."

"Isn't our respective strengthening training in the evening training according to our requirements?" Wang Yu frowned, and Xie Zhongbo once said that he should practice more backhands.

Hearing this, Tu Zhijie sneered and said, "That's for the team members who have become regulars. You are an intern, so what does it matter to you?"

Seeing Wang Yu and Tu Zhijie arguing, the others saw that they were sitting and watching the show, and this morning Wang Yu asked them to run 20 extra laps. They hoped that Wang Yu would conflict with the coach and be punished.

Seeing this scene, Qu Ziren also gloated, but it was not Wang Yu, but someone else.

"Hehe, soon you will know how stupid it is to treat Wang Yu as an intern..." Qu Ziren did not speak, and was seriously practicing with Lu Yun.

"Then what should I practice?" Wang Yu remembered what Xie Zhongbo said to train according to the provincial training plan, so he stopped arguing with Tu Zhijie.

Tu Zhijie said coldly: "Forehand high ball, start from the most basic."

"Okay." Wang Yu nodded, took the beat and went to the opposite side.

Wang Yu returned to the technical training session in the afternoon, but he was not angry, and quietly waited for Tu Zhijie to arrange the balls and serve for himself.

Snapped!
The first ball fell to the corner of the backcourt singles sideline, and the height was enough.

Then came the second ball, still in the same position. At the beginning, no one thought anything of it. When the shuttlecocks in the corners began to pile up, Tu Zhijie's expression gradually changed.

Even the team members training in other venues looked at Wang Yu in disbelief.

"Every ball lands in the same position? Few people in the first team can do this!"

"Not only the landing point, but also the height basically remains the same. Why is his ball-handling ability so strong?"

"I didn't expect him to have good basic skills." Even the first team of athletes in one of the six fields opposite was a little surprised.

Tu Zhijie was a little surprised, and said, "Switch to the other side."

Wang Yu nodded with a calm expression.

Soon, another pile of badmintons was piled up at the corner of the backcourt on the other side.

Wang Yu asked, "Coach Tu, can I practice backhand?"

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Tu Zhijie reprimanded, "You have to change your high-minded attitude. You haven't even practiced the lob and the net yet."

"Besides, being able to control the ball well in training means you can control it well in actual combat? That's a completely different matter!" Seeing that Wang Yu hadn't spoken, Tu Zhijie said unforgivingly, "You've played at the highest level. It's just a provincial youth championship. Compared with the national competition you will face in the future, this kind of competition is just like a child's play house. You played well in the previous competitions. What is there to be proud of?
There are many people who practice well, but very few people can perform well once they play. Do you think you belong to that very few people? "Tu Zhijie sarcastically said: "Not to mention an intern like you who has become a monk halfway through!" "

Seeing this, the people in the audience showed anticipation again, thinking that this time there was a good show to watch, especially when they saw that Wang Yu was already frowning.

Wang Yu's face darkened, and he looked at Tu Zhijie with cold eyes.

"It's okay to be unconvinced. If you dare to say anything outrageous, I'll see how I deal with you." Tu Zhijie also looked straight at Wang Yu, his eyes narrowed.

It is Tu Zhijie's habit to give newcomers a bad start, and many people know it well.

"It's true that I'm an intern now." Wang Yu smiled, and said lightly, "But what's wrong with becoming a monk halfway?"

"Should I be looked down upon and treated differently?" Wang Yu raised his voice, but didn't yell, but still suppressed his temper, and said loudly, "Do you think I must be worse than them?"

"Sounds like you're very powerful?" Hearing Wang Yu's words, a 15-year-old boy next door snorted and said, "You're such a bear, our second group can abuse you."

"Shut up." Seeing the boy's dissatisfied voice, his coach immediately reprimanded him.

"Coach Tu, how about this, you choose someone to fight with me, if I lose, I will pack up and leave immediately." While speaking, Wang Yu turned his head to look at the boy who spoke just now.

"What do you think I'm doing? Do you think I can't beat you?" Seeing Wang Yu's eyes, the boy became anxious.

Wang Yu showed a smile on his face, and said to the boy, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not targeting you."

Wang Yu coughed dryly, glanced at the crowd, and said arrogantly: "I mean, everyone present, whoever you want!"

Qu Ziren felt that these words sounded familiar, and suddenly his eyes widened, and he lost his voice: "Damn it, he can pretend to be all this!"

"What a big breath!"

"I've grown up so much, I've never seen such an arrogant person."

"Tujiao, let me come and see how I teach him to be a man."

Hearing Wang Yu's words, everyone, except Qu Ziren, clamored to apply for the battle with righteous indignation, and they must teach Wang Yu a lesson and let him go home.

"It turns out that I can only talk big words." Tu Zhijie looked disappointed, and said, "You said that. I won't be called an athlete of the first team."

While speaking, Tu Zhijie turned to look at Qu Ziren.

"Not good." Seeing Tu Zhijie looking at him, Qu Ziren's heart skipped a beat, and he took a step back subconsciously, and the sweat on his forehead suddenly burst out.

(End of this chapter)