Dominate the badminton world

Chapter 87 Competition is cruel
"You only joined the team in August last year? You only trained with Liu Xin for half a year? This..." Xia Xuanze looked at Wang Yu in shock, but Wang Yu was also looking at him with a smile.

Xia Xuanze withdrew his gaze with difficulty. If these words hadn't come from Xie Zhongbo's mouth, Xia Xuanze wouldn't have believed it even if he was beaten to death.

Xia Xuanze asked again: "Then where did he learn it?"

Xie Zhongbo shook his head and said: "He said he was self-taught, maybe because of some kind of Nascent Soul, he refused to mention his past!"

"Fortunately, his previous coaching level was not bad, which is also a blessing in misfortune." Because of the lack of coaching level, there are many cases of many geniuses dying, and Xia Xuanze also broke into a cold sweat for Wang Yu.

As for things like being self-taught, some sports are still possible. As for badminton, Xia Xuanze directly ignored this kind of rhetoric.

Xia Xuanze continued: "I'll see how his performance is going to be stable. If there is no problem, I will arrange him to join the team as soon as possible after this tournament is over. After all, he is not young."

Xie Zhongbo nodded and said, "Senior Brother, thank you."

Cheng Yanchen and Long Haotian walked off the venue with smiles on their faces. Wang Yu gave them a thumbs up and congratulated them: "Congratulations."

"Brother Yu, how is your fight?" Cheng Yanchen grinned from ear to ear.

"Aren't you asking nonsense?" Long Haotian gave Cheng Yanchen a blank look, and said, "Brother Yu, congratulations."

Wang Yu and the others didn't have a match today, but there was Meng Zichen's match in the afternoon. Meng Zichen's opponent was Gao Yang, and Wang Yu felt that Meng Zichen's chances of winning might not be particularly high.

After lunch, Wang Yu and the others returned to the arena to watch the matches of players from other provinces in the auditorium and analyze the opponent's technical and tactical characteristics.

The match between Gao Yang and Meng Zichen was as expected by Wang Yu. Meng Zichen can be said to have suffered a disastrous defeat, losing to Gao Yang 21-9, 21-13, and 2-0 in rounds.

Meng Zichen walked back disheveled, and sat down next to Wang Yu.

"Captain..." Cheng Yanchen wanted to comfort him but didn't know what to say.

"I'm fine, you guys work hard." Meng Zichen forced a smile and said, "Wang Yu, fight hard."

Wang Yu nodded slightly, but did not speak.

At this time, two tall girls came back. They were 170cm and 173cm tall, both wearing blue ball skirts, and their four long white legs were very eye-catching.

Among them, the 170cm girl is Li Xiao. The first time Wang Yu saw her was when she accompanied Qu Ziren in an amateur exhibition game at the Xianfeng Badminton Hall in Chenghua District.

After Wang Yu came to the provincial team, although he had talked to her, they didn't communicate much with each other.

The girl next to Li Xiao has a very good figure, with a ponytail, slender eyebrows, piercing eyes, very energetic, ruddy and shiny cheeks, delicate and beautiful.

Her name is Jun Xiyan, and she is Li Xiao's teammate. The two of them have just finished the game and entered the semi-finals.

"As expected of the two goddesses in our team, they took down the opponent easily." Cheng Yanchen got up immediately, leaving a side-by-side seat for the two girls.

"Glib, Cheng Yanchen, to be honest, do you have a crush on your sister Xiyan?" Li Xiao was not polite, and sat down directly.

"Although I have great looks and outstanding golf skills, I'm still young and not yet an adult." Cheng Yanchen sighed and said, "Sister Xiyan is so outstanding. When I become an adult, I'm afraid she will be bullied long ago."

"You are the only one who has been abused, and your whole family has been abused." Jun Xiyan angrily punched Cheng Yanchen's chest lightly with her small fist.

"Pfft~ My heart is broken." Cheng Yanchen covered his chest and made a coordinated movement of falling backwards, which made everyone laugh.

"It would be great if they could all advance." Wang Yu smiled even more, knowing that this is unrealistic.

Competitive sports are cruel. Those who can enter the semi-finals, there is no weak person, and if they are a little careless, they will be ruthlessly eliminated.

The Sichuan team entered the semi-finals of the National Youth Badminton Championships. They were Men's Singles Wang Yu in Group A, Cheng Yanchen and Long Haotian in Men's Doubles in Group B, and Li Xiao and Jun Xiyan in Women's Doubles in Group A. The others were all eliminated. .

"Meng Zichen, how is your game..." Li Xiao looked at Meng Zichen who was next to Wang Yu, saw Meng Zichen's eyes were not falling behind, and his voice gradually became quieter.

"Haha, just like last time, stop at the top eight." Meng Zichen laughed and said, "It's okay, don't we still have brother Yu in our men's singles?"

"Brother Yu is so strong, there must be no problem, he can enter the national team." Jun Xiyan immediately said: "If it weren't for us entering the badminton team, it would be like going to the empty door, I would definitely chase after Brother Yu."

"Ah!" Cheng Yanchen jumped out immediately, and said aggrievedly: "Sister Xiyan, didn't you agree to wait for me to grow up? You have changed."

"Get lost!" Jun Xiyan kicked Cheng Yanchen again.

Wang Yu shook his head slightly, did not speak, but looked at the singles field of Group A.

At this moment, the referee and the linemen are all in place, and the media are also adjusting the equipment.

The next match was another match in the lower half of Wang Yu's area, Wu Yifan of the Fujian team played against the Capital team.

"It is said that Wu Yifan once practiced with Tang Xianhu, an old badminton veteran who lived in Fujian. He was Xia Xuanze's teacher and also trained Lin Dan. He is the Taishan Beidou of our Chinese badminton world." Meng Zichen said with envy on his face: "The capital team should not be Wu Yifan's opponent. When you meet him tomorrow, be careful."

"He's really lucky." Hearing Meng Zichen's introduction, Wang Yu was also a little envious. Wang Yu naturally knew that Tang Xianhu was Guo Yu's hero.

But now that Tang Xianhu is 70 years old, Wang Yu basically has no chance to let Tang Xianhu guide him personally.

An hour later, Wu Yifan won the match and entered the semi-finals, that is to say, tomorrow Wang Yu's opponent is Wu Yifan, the lucky guy that even Wang Yu is jealous of.

After today's game, the Sichuan badminton team returned to the hotel, together with [-] coaches, had a small gathering in the hotel.

One is to celebrate Wang Yu and Cheng Yanchen's entry into the semi-finals, and the other is to liven up the atmosphere. After all, more people will be eliminated.

With laughter and the blessings of his teammates, Wang Yu slept soundly at night and woke up very refreshed the next day.

After tidying up and having breakfast, Wang Yu and all the team members gathered at the entrance of the hotel. Under the leadership of Xie Zhongbo, they headed for the Oriental Sports Center in a high-spirited manner.

In today's semi-finals, there are only two games, one in the morning and one in the afternoon.

It was Ma Yu who played against Gao Yang in the morning match. Gao Yang actually wanted to fight Wang Yu in his heart, but it was a pity that the arrangement did not allow it, and there was no other way.

The match between Gao Yang and Ma Yucai was very exciting. The difference in strength between the two is not very big, and they are both members of the National Youth Team.

In the end, it was hard to reach the decisive game, and Ma Yu defeated Gao Yang 26 to 24, which was very fierce.

"Gao Yang has made great progress." Wang Yu couldn't help but praise Gao Yang. He had trained in the National Youth Team, and he was indeed much better than last year.

In the afternoon, it was finally Wang Yu's turn. After watching the game for so long, his racket was already hungry and thirsty.

"Brother Yu, come on!"

With the cheers of the crowd and the encouragement of Xie Zhongbo, Wang Yu walked down from the stands carrying the ball bag.

(End of this chapter)