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Chapter 46, Country 1 still has something.
"Why hasn't Lin Xiang replied to my message for so long?"
In the audience, Wang Tianmao, wearing a mask, fell into deep thought.
Never mind, it's not a big problem, we won the first game anyway.
For Lin Xiang, the outcome of the Freshman Cup was not in doubt. Therefore, Wang Tianmao intended for him to use the competition as practice, treating it as a real-game training session.
Speed and strength are finite, but awareness and technique are infinite.
Only by refining the mechanics to the extreme, on top of having terrifying stats, can one truly become a top-tier player.
"Uncle Wang, there are a few things I don't quite understand."
Jin Xin, who was standing to the side, quietly raised his hand.
"Please feel free to speak."
Wang Tianmao leisurely drank water.
"Many people think Wang Yang's mindless, aggressive attacks are stupid; he plays without using his brain at all, so Lin Xiang's victory over Wang Yang doesn't prove anything. What's your opinion?"
"I think it's stupid of people to say things like that!"
Wang Tianmao scoffed disdainfully.
"The spectators off the field are different from the players on the field. They have a god-like perspective, think they are all-knowing and all-powerful, and know more about the game than the players who have been playing for many years."
In reality, badminton is more of a spectator experience for most people.
Only when you stand on the court and face opponents far stronger than yourself do you realize that some shots you thought were better simply cannot be played.
Take Wang Yang in this match as an example. He is not only good at attacking, but he knows that against an opponent like Lin Xiang, following his rhythm will only lead to death.
On the contrary, a desperate, all-out attack offers a glimmer of hope; with a bit of luck, a net-grabbing or line-pressing shot might even earn them a couple of points.
Jin Xin suddenly realized: "So sometimes attacking doesn't mean taking the initiative; it could also be because you're forced into a corner and have no other choice."
"That's right."
"Okay, thank you, Uncle Wang."
"You're welcome. But I would suggest you just block those idiots arguing in the comments section. You'd be better off writing a couple more chapters instead of wasting your time arguing."
"..."
The air suddenly fell silent.
"How did you find out too?"
Jin Xin's eyes widened, and he covered his head with his hands.
"Hehe, there are very few online articles about badminton, and it's not uncommon for one to appear, so I have to read and appreciate it carefully, right?"
Wang Tianmao tactfully drank water, saying, "I know it's not easy for you to get recommendations during the new book season, and I've been contributing to your daily reading!"
"Thank you, Uncle Wang..."
Jin Xin's mouth twitched.
Shouldn't the point be that you're still reading online novels at your age?
The first Asian badminton world champion is actually reading light novel romance stories?! Is that appropriate?!
"Otherwise, why do you think I've always let you come and watch? Young man, every gift of fate comes with a hidden price tag."
Wang Tianmao chuckled, "Of course, I'm not a bad person either. As long as you keep publishing six books a day after it's available, this matter will remain a secret between you and me, and cannot be told to outsiders."
Jin Xin's vision went black; he thought it would be better for Ri Liu to die.
Four thousand words is the limit for human beings! You people who don't write simply don't understand!
And it's something that can't be told to outsiders... He had a bad feeling about it...
"Ding-dong"
Chen Zi: "Xin Xin Jiang, although I usually stay at home, I came to watch the Freshman Cup today, so please let me appear in the next chapter."
"..."
Jin Xin silently looked up at the sky and sighed.
What kind of mess is this?!
Well, what's done is done, let's watch the game first.
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"Match ended, 21:11! Wang Luo wins!"
Around 11 a.m., with the completion of the last match in the lower bracket, the first round of the Freshman Cup knockout stage officially came to an end.
The university specially prepared a lunch for the guests, and the volunteers on site also had a quick bite to eat and a rest.
The afternoon matches will consist of two rounds, determining the top 32 and top 16 teams.
The next morning, the top 8 and top 4 will be decided, the semi-finals will be played in the afternoon, and the finals will be played in the evening.
"Barbie Q is here! I'm going to play Lin Xiang next round!"
In the cafeteria, Feng Biao, a member of the school's reserve team, was wailing and had no appetite.
His strength in the reserve team is considered to be above average. According to convention, as long as his performance in the freshman cup is not too bad and he achieves a result of the top 16 or above, he will basically be guaranteed to enter the school team.
As a result, in the second round, they will encounter a formidable opponent from the School of Social Sciences!
"Don't panic, Lao Feng! You're a national first-class student! You're very different from that national second-class student who's long since given up!"
"That's right, Lao Feng, let's show that Lin Xiang what professional training is all about!"
"It's okay if we lose, you can just treat us to dinner!"
The other team members encouraged each other in their own ways.
"Are there really that big differences between a national first-team player and a national second-team player when facing such a ruthless opponent? It's just a matter of whether the loss is more graceful or less impressive, right?"
Feng Biao covered his face and sighed, "What's even more outrageous is that the Physics Department is all in this half of the bracket... We're probably going to get wiped out by Lin Xiang in a one-versus-five sweep!"
"Take it easy, Lao Feng! Look at it from another angle, isn't this also a group advantage of your Physics Department?"
The teammate wearing glasses smiled broadly, looking quite intelligent.
"Since you can't win anyway, just keep playing with him and wear him down as much as you can. Try to grind him down until he can't even turn an iron rod into a needle!"
There aren't many formidable opponents in the lower half of the draw, so Luo Shen was basically in top form when she made it to the finals.
When we face Lin Xiang, we'll be well-rested and ready to fight. When he's exhausted and we're at our peak, how can we not win?
Feng Biao fell into deep thought. "Damn, that makes sense. If one can't beat him, surely a group can? That's what we'll do then!"
Wang Luo smiled bitterly and remained silent.
Actually, during the previous closed-door sparring sessions, he went at full strength several times, while Lin Xiang had just finished training.
Even so, he barely managed to get a little over ten points.
Hopefully, the physical exertion his teammates inflict on Lin Xiang will outweigh Lin Xiang's training...
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The lunch break passed quickly, and the afternoon's matches began soon after.
"I know Feng Biao quite well; his ball movement and organization are among the best of this group of newcomers. He's a typical player who uses his brain!"
At the very top of the stands, Deng Ziyang leaned against the railing, offering his commentary.
"This game will definitely be more suspenseful, both in terms of the process and the score!"
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Twenty-five minutes later.
"Snapped!"
Faced with Lin Xiang's light, downward attack, Feng Biao barely managed to block with a diagonal shot, attempting to increase Lin Xiang's fatigue in this way.
Lin Xiang then smoothly chopped the ball, placing it at an excellent high point near the net, making it both close and rolling.
Feng Biao's clever idea immediately turned into a trap for himself: the diagonal line did increase Lin Xiang's running distance, but it also increased his running distance.
Feng Biao had no choice but to step forward and flick the ball, lowering his center of gravity to prepare for defense.
"Snapped!"
Lin Xiang hit a flat, high shot.
Before Feng Biao could react, the shuttlecock had already flown over his head. Now he could only stare blankly as the shuttlecock landed.
"no?"
Deng Ziyang opened his mouth.
"Why does Feng Biao keep giving the ball to the opponent? Did he bet on himself to lose?!"
"..."
Ling Ye watched the game silently.
In fact, Feng Biao's shot was very reasonable, and he made full use of the space.
However, Lin Xiang's awareness was a step ahead, and his speed was also a level faster. With all these factors combined, it seemed as if Feng Biao was throwing the game.
This is what it means to be completely controlled by someone.
"He wants to wear Lin Xiang down."
Ling Ye said calmly, "From the very first point, his intention was to increase the number of shots in each point, not to win the match."
"These spineless cowards!"
Deng Ziyang spat out a remark, his sword-like eyebrows rising.
"A member of the school's reserve team, relying on group advantage to beat a regular student? I don't think there's anything honorable about it, even if they win!"
However, when he said this, his voice lacked some confidence.
Feng Biao is already a relatively strong men's singles player in the reserve team. If even he was beaten like this, how well can the others be?
I guess only Wang Luo can have the last laugh.
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In the blink of an eye, the game was over.
Although it still ended quickly, it lasted much longer than the one in the morning.
Lin Xiang defeated Feng Biao 21-7 – he sweated a lot this time, and many parts of his jersey were soaked.
The national first-ranked player is still quite skilled; even if you play seriously, you'll have to work up a sweat to win... After giving Feng Biao a high-five, Lin Xiang thoughtfully picked up his golf bag and went to the players' waiting area to rest.
There's another match later, also against a player from the Physics Department. The opponent is also a national champion; I wonder who is stronger between him and Feng Biao.
Let's speed things up a bit this time, we need to save enough energy for tomorrow's deeper rounds of the competition.
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