"boom!"
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In a badminton hall located in the suburbs of Quyan, the sound of racket contact with the ball came over and over again, and the two people in the center of the badminton "battle".
It's not so much a battle as it is the coach's fixed-point feeding of the ball.
This class was about high and long shots, which gave the students a little sweetness. The coach came up with a forehand high and long shot. The fat student on the opposite side was forced to retreat. Even if he caught the ball, he couldn't hit it.
"I'm not coming, I'm not coming." The fat man collapsed on the ground, his chest heaving violently, panting, sweat dripping from his forehead. He was so tired that he was still muttering, "I'm tired, I can't come." Not on."
Before he finished speaking, the racket was thrown aside and he became completely relaxed.
The coach sighed silently, walked over, picked up the ball, and handed him a bottle of mineral water, "Take your time, everyone is like this at the beginning, and some people are far inferior to you."
The fat man was comforted, drank half a bottle of water in one breath, and lay on the ground to relax for a while.
The coach squatted down and chatted with him. Seeing that he was uncomfortable, he rubbed his newly cramped thigh and helped him relax his muscles while saying, "I have made great progress in this month, both in terms of physical fitness and skills." , getting into the state very quickly, many people can’t do this.”
"Really?" The fat man looked happy.
"Yes. The foundation has been laid and the progress is rapid." The coach said, taking the roll call book next to him and handing him the pen to sign. "Look at your current state and the state at the beginning. It's completely different." different."
The fat man's grin didn't disappear for a long time. After signing his name, he saw that he only had two classes left and was about to start classes again. He waved his hand and said, "I will buy thirty more classes."
The coach's face flashed slightly, "You can finish these few sessions first and then buy."
"It's okay." The fat student was not active in class, but he was very active in buying courses. Without waiting for the other party to say anything, he took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code to pay without any hesitation.
The coach opened the payment code and answered his words:
"Three for thirty."
"Yes, I'm free tomorrow morning too."
"Of course, the harder you practice, the better. You will make rapid progress, and exercise more and you will be healthier. The main thing is that you should practice more. You can come to small classes in the afternoon, as there are many people and lively."
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Hu Yarong sent the fat student out, watched him drive away, and then returned to the badminton hall. As soon as he entered the gate, he yawned lazily, "I didn't sleep so early in the morning. He called me at seven o'clock and said he was coming to class, but I was so sleepy."
As he finished speaking, he saw the tall and thin boy sitting next to him looking at him, walking over with a smile, "Your mother is not free today? Why are you here?"
He has met this little boy once or twice. His mother is a badminton administrator and he needs to have a good relationship with him. If the restaurant doesn't open in the morning, you have to call someone to open the door.
"My mother went to the vegetable market." Ji Huai replied.
Chen Xiuman is the administrator of this badminton hall. Usually no one comes to play in the morning, but gradually people come in the afternoon. In the evening, the place is usually full and very lively.
The charging standard of the arena is 20 yuan per hour for a venue. If you pay 1,000 yuan at a time, you can get a membership card. The membership price is 15 yuan an hour.
Hu Yarong is a part-time coach at the badminton hall. He can bring members and has a cooperative relationship with the badminton hall. The fee for using the venue is very cheap. There is a nominal annual card fee and unlimited use, regardless of hours.
"It seems that I'm disturbing you. This student can't sleep in the middle of the night and likes to come to class in the morning, which is annoying." Hu Yarong shook his head and walked over to get the autograph book.
It's not easy to make a living these days. After retiring, he was forced to become a third-rate coach. Facing these older players who were not even amateurs, he had to lead them with his eyes closed, coaxing and teaching them while still making a living.
But this student is really terrible. During the previous class, he was so tired after just a few warm-ups. He didn’t even want to learn. He kept shouting that he was tired. The more he was taught, the more tired he became. He only moved a few times after coaxing and praising him. When he saw him, he signed up again. He had taken several classes and bought dozens of private lessons, which made him even more tired.
You have no choice but to teach even if you don’t want to. You can’t just drive people away. Isn’t that self-defeating
"It's okay, I woke up early." Ji Huai stood up and walked to pick up the badminton on the court.
This kind of ball sells for eight yuan each in the arena. This ball is very new and can still be used.
"You also like to play badminton?" Hu Yarong asked him while taking notes in his notebook.
"Yeah." Ji Huai nodded.
"Just calling for fun, or do you want to be a professional athlete?" Hu Yarong answered casually.
Ji Huai answered without hesitation: "I want to be a professional athlete."
Hu Yarong closed the book and asked, "How old are you this year? Are you in junior high school?"
This kid looks to be about 1.65 meters tall, tall and thin, but quite handsome. He is a handsome boy.
Ji Huai replied: "I will be promoted to sixth grade when school starts."
He is twelve years old this year, and he has indeed grown faster. After all, he will grow to 1.86 meters, but his face now looks relatively immature.
"Twelve years old is considered high." Hu Yarong looked at him several times, "Do you often play badminton?"
"I started holding a racket when I was four years old, what do you think?" When Ji Huai said this, there was calmness on his immature face, but he seemed to still have the arrogance and pride of a child.
He did start holding a racket at the age of four. That was because Chen Xiuman and Ji Bo divorced when he was four years old and she found this job. Racquets and badminton have been his toys since childhood.
The real systematic training in the previous life started at the age of fifteen. He failed to pass the high school entrance examination, so in order for Chen Xiuman to spend less money, he desperately took the path of being a student with special talents, joined the city team, and was admitted to the city's No. 1 Middle School. The dream and love started from that moment, and later he entered the provincial team, the national youth team, and finally the second national team.
I wasted a few years in the second team and worked as a substitute for a few years. My dream is to win a world championship. Because of his mentality problem, he had a good chance to rise all the way up, but he could not overcome his mentality, suffered one disastrous defeat after another, and left the game in disgrace.
He comes from a single-parent family, has a sensitive mind, weak ability to withstand pressure, and a relatively introverted and dull temperament, so he does not dare to try. The coach said that his tactics were conservative and he could not afford to lose even if he was timid. His competitive level was online and he worked hard, but he was not suitable for participating in major events and would not go far in his career.
"Hey." Hu Yarong became interested, "Which coach taught you?"
Ji Huai: "Many coaches here have taught. There is no systematic learning. Everyone just follows a little bit."
For Chen Xiuman's sake, many coaches would also give pointers. In fact, he was just learning blindly before, just for fun. There are many part-time coaches in the badminton hall. One after another comes and goes. Hu Yarong has just arrived. This reason is totally justified.
He had some impression of this coach. He was not very famous and had not won any major awards. He used to be a physical education teacher at a sports school and later became a personal trainer.
When I first came here, the courses were sold cheaply. He was very patient, communicated fluently with the students, encouraged from time to time, and had a serious and responsible attitude. Many people came to him to buy courses, and personal training was very popular.
After all, for amateur badminton students, the personal trainer they hire also has a service component. After class, giving students manual relaxation exercises is an after-school service. It is given free of charge and can also shorten the distance. Hu Yarong applies this to Extreme.
Hu Yarong took a sip of water and nodded. Seeing Ji Huai pick up the racket, he also picked up the racket next to him, "Let me test your level."
He used to be on the provincial team after all. Although he didn't practice much as he got older, he could still crush a kid easily.
Ji Huai didn't refuse and walked to the opposite side with the badminton.
Hu Yarong used to have a bit of a Buddhist background, he was carefree, and even had a few words with the little kid, and the two of them chatted sometimes.
Of course, he talks more.
When Ji Huai served, he easily caught it. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the little kid's starting steps and his eyes narrowed.
I saw Ji Huai's knees half bent, his body leaning forward, his back heels slightly raised, his body's explosive power quick, a small jump, and he attacked with the ball.
You can tell by observing how much a person weighs and a few blows in the fight. This time, Hu Yarong also became serious and stepped forward to intercept him in just a few blows.
Ji Huai started again, stepped back and turned sideways. Although his movements were consistent but slightly stiff, he caught his ball.
Hu Yarong said with some enthusiasm: "Boy, it's okay."
Ji Huai picked him up twice, Hu Yarong launched an attack, and he stepped forward to intercept and hit the ball.
Hu Yarong glanced at him a few times, and finally hit a high and long ball with all his strength, fast and hard.
On the opposite side, Ji Huai retreated and turned sideways, jumped up and hit back. The ball hit the opposite side and passed the net steadily.
Hu Yarong was a little surprised, but without thinking much, he hit two lobs, and before he could react, he killed his opponent with one move.
Ji Huai made a big move and half-pounced to catch the ball, but it didn't pass the net.
Of course, the failure to pass the net was intentional, but also due to insufficient coordination of the hands and feet, and the inability to keep up with the flexibility of the body's various skills. He was also afraid that he would be injured if he moved too much.
"It's a bit good, not bad." Hu Yarong said calmly after winning.
He didn't have breakfast in the morning and had another class. He was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes and was out of state. It would be too embarrassing if the stalemate continued and he lost.
After being praised by him, Ji Huai also smiled a little shyly, "I also watch online videos to learn and practice regularly."
Hu Yarong yawned again, stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder, "I'll go back and catch up on some sleep first, and then I'll play again when I have time. You should go back soon, thank you for your hard work."
"Bye-Bye."
After he left, Ji Huai did not turn off the lights and lock the door to leave.
He looked at the feather pavilion, which was nearly 600 square meters, similar to a large factory built simply. Before joining the city team, he practiced here every morning. This place carried him too much.
Taking a deep breath, Ji Huai didn't waste time and started training on his own.
He had all the skills and techniques in his previous life, but his physical fitness couldn't keep up with this body. His physical shortcomings were still obvious, and the strength of his shoulders, arms, and legs were very weak.
He first did a warm-up, walked to the side, squatted down with his head in his hands, and started jumping frog, jumping around the field four times. Later, he squatted down and imitated the walking of a duck, and his pace kept accelerating.
His feet gradually became sore and weak, and sweat slowly soaked his hair, flowing down his forehead and dripping on the field. He also sweated violently, and his clothes were soaked and clinging to his body.
He didn't stop and insisted on finishing the last set. He was so tired that he almost collapsed and couldn't help but lie down.