Han Cang: "For badminton players, the exercise of waist and abdominal muscle strength is a must, and killing the ball and running all depend on it. ”

Ezer: "That's great, I'm just six pack off!" ”

Han Cang: "In addition to the training of the waist and abdominal muscles, running training is also a must, which can prolong the duration of your competitive state in the race. ”

Ezer: "Run? Then it looks like I'm going to get a gym card. ”

Han Cang and Ai Ze were walking on their way to the cafeteria, it was noon on his second day of school, and he had just finished a theoretical class on the history of dramatic literature.

In early spring, the weather is quite cool, and it is easy to be blown by the wind and catch a cold when running outdoors.

There is a gym in the school's sports center, the environment is good, and the student card is not expensive, but the disadvantage is that the equipment is limited, often full, and it can't be grabbed at all. Now it's harder to find a treadmill than to go to an Internet café to occupy the machine... It seems that we need to go outside the school to get a card. ”

Han Cang: "Aren't all fitness clubs outside the school quite expensive?" ”

Ai Ze patted his chest: "It's okay! Wrap it up on me! ”

So for the next week, while doing strength training in the dormitory, Ai Ze took the time to search for health clubs near the campus, in an era when there was no Meituan, no 58.com, and no smartphones, if you want to search for this information, you can't just rely on the Internet, you have to run errands yourself.

After getting the fitness card, Aize's badminton training plan was finally put on the agenda:

"Come here, I'll get you a racket." Han Cang changed into a black sportswear, with gold stripes printed on the waist and the side of the pants. He walked over to the closet in the dormitory, opened the door, pulled out a racket from his pile of miscellaneous items, and handed it to Ezer: "Oh, you use this pair." ”

Ezier's face looked like he had been poisoned by food, and he reluctantly took the racket: a wooden head and a plastic handle, a metal shaft, and a string like a fishing net. He took it in his hand and waved it, feeling no different from a rolling pin.

"You're going to use this for me?" He asked, confused.

Han Cang: "When you just started practicing, why do you practice with a good racket?" I haven't seen any progress in technology, but the equipment is very fast, and I know that I am a rookie when I see it. ”

Ezer: "But... But you can't let me practice with a piece of wood, it's not a baseball game. ”

Han Cang stared at the wood in his hand, thought for a moment and said, "You wait." ”

I saw him turn around and go to the closet again, took a pair of rackets with yellow paint and handed them to Aize: "This is my MP99, you use it, I use that wood." ”

The two exchanged rackets, Ai Ze took Han Cang's racket and waved it, leveled it out and glanced back and forth a few times: "Well, this one is not bad, it's just..."

"Just what?" Han Cang asked with a hint of surprise.

Aize put the racket up and looked at it, pretending to understand it very well, and said, "Tsk, this color is not very pretty. ”

Han Cang raised his eyebrows and asked in a contemptuous tone, "You rely on color to pick rackets?" ”

Aize blinked: "What, what's wrong?" Is there something wrong? ”

I saw Han Cang first make a helpless expression, and then explained: "This is Yonex MP99, with a hard mid-pole, heavy head, powerful and fast killing power, especially suitable for offensive players; At the same time, its forehand and backhand are relatively balanced, and the handling of the ball in front of the net is flexible and free, which can be said to be an agile racket that is as quiet as a virgin and moves like a rabbit. ”

"Wow..." After hearing this, Ai Ze instantly became enthusiastic, and after what Han Cang said just now, he suddenly felt that what he was holding in his hand was no longer an ordinary badminton racket, but a divine weapon like those first-class swordsmen in martial arts novels.

Han Cang: "Let's go quickly." Be careful if you go late and there is no venue. ”

There was no class in the afternoon, so the two of them went out of school and decided to go to the fitness club that Ai Ze found, and there was also a badminton hall upstairs in the club.

The health club is located in a commercial and residential complex building, and the badminton hall is just above the gym, with a total of eight amateur courts, and the court is paved with wooden boards plus posts and nets, and there are no service lines or sidelines.

As soon as you enter the arena, you can hear the familiar sound of batting, one after another, seven of the eight courts are full, and the people who come to play here seem to be at the level of uncles and aunts, only a young girl, she is tall, more than 170 centimeters in sight, with a ponytail, is playing with a pair of uncles and aunts.

There was only one venue left, so there was no choice left, Han Cang and Ai Ze had to walk towards the venue closest to the window, passing by the venue where the tall girl was, Ai Ze couldn't help but look at it a few more times, revealing a puzzled look.

Han Cang: "What are you looking at?" ”

Ezer: "Tsk... I think I've seen that girl at school..."

Han Cang raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and couldn't help but have a trace of doubt about Ai Ze's purpose for coming here: "Are you here to learn to play badminton or to watch beautiful women?" ”

But on second thought, this guy's original purpose of learning to play badminton was not pure.

"Of course, it's an open mind! Come on, come on! Ai Ze immediately came back to his senses, forgot all about what had just happened, and followed Han Cang into the venue.

"Okay, let's explain a little bit first..."I saw Han Cang walking to the serving position with a badminton and a wooden racket, "As long as I haven't said stop, you have to continue playing, understand?" ”

"Understood!" Ezer held the racket above his chest, and he felt the racquet in his hand boiling as much as his own.

On the first shot, Han Cang sent a high ball with his forehand.

Eze quickly stepped back, threw his head back, and with a crisp sound, he easily hit the same long shot.

"It's really a good racket..."Aize secretly rejoiced, he was able to deal with the high-and-distance ball back and forth in a few rounds, and if you didn't consider his poor serving skills, Aize's return was not bad.

However, although badminton is an easy sport to learn, it is difficult to learn it well.

I saw that the corners of Han Cang's mouth rose slightly, and with a twist of his wrist, he turned the high ball in half into a split net. Although it was a wooden racket, the ball speed was not very fast, and the angle was not very awkward, but the entire trajectory of the badminton was unexpected by Ai Ze, only to see Han Cang's return ball suddenly turn sharply down, drawing a strange parabola, Ai Ze did not do his best to save, so he lost the first shot.

Han Cang: "How is it?" ”

"Cut, I was careless, come again!" Ai Ze picked up the ball and hit it to Han Cang.

On the second shot, Han Cang continued to send high balls.

"Come on..."Eze deliberately extended the touch time when he hit the ball, and hit a flat high ball.

Han Cang jumped directly, and the midfield volley was successful, causing Ai Ze to lose the second beat.

"Tsk..." Ezer was a little depressed, so he had to return to the receiving position and prepare for the shot.

However, Han Cang, who was standing opposite, showed a hint of thoughtfulness at this time, and thought, "You can actually hit a flat high ball?" Although the quality is a little worse, the transition between different lanes is quite smooth..."

On the third beat, Han Cang sent a short ball.

Ai Ze rushed to the net and picked the ball over the net with a backhand, but what followed was another successful save by Han Cang.

On the fourth shot, Han Cangfa sent the halfway ball.

Ai Ze chose to flick the head of the paddle and let the ball go over the net, while Han Cang nudged the head and rubbed the ball in front of the net. After four rounds of wrangling between the two, Eze could no longer keep up with the strokes and dropped his fourth shot back into the net.

"I didn't expect to be so tired in front of the net..."Ai Ze felt an abnormal pain in his lower back, and after the ball landed, he couldn't even straighten his waist for the first time.

The fifth beat, Han Cang...

"That young man seems to be playing pretty well." I just listened to an aunt who was wiping her sweat and resting on the field next door.

Her husband stood next to her and drank water, and the two watched for a while, only to hear the uncle say, "Well... Seems to be a master. ”

"Who's the master?" I saw the tall girl come over, followed the eyes of the uncle and aunt, and found Han Cang and Ai Ze who were practicing, from the perspective of the quality of the return, although Han Cang's return route was very good, but the ball speed was obviously not fast enough, it can only be said that his opponent's reaction was too slow, and this degree was several grades away from the master.

"Oh, is it? Why can't I see it? The girl clasped her hands to her chest, looking hilarious.

The uncle smiled slightly: "Xiaoya, you take a closer look at the racket in his hand." ”

Racket? The girl was stunned for a second, and then looked at Han Cang again according to the uncle's request, it didn't matter if she looked at it, her expression suddenly stiffened: Wooden shot?!