"Teach...... Instructor! ”

Wang Jing looked at the person in shock and revealed the identity of that person.

The person who came was the coach and senior consultant of the badminton club of Santa Fe.

Lin Chunbin.

Wang Jing's eyes were flustered, as if he had been caught by his parents for doing something bad when he was a child.

"Coach, you heard the ......" Wang Jing, who has always been calm, seems to be a child in front of Lin Chunbin.

He stood there in despair, looking a little cramped and uneasy.

Lin Chunbin is a middle-aged man, his slightly curly long hair is tied behind his head casually, and under the dark thick eyebrows are a pair of deep eyes.

It is impossible to guess what is going on in his heart, and the occasional ray of wisdom in his eyes shows his extraordinary experience.

As soon as people see his eyes, they will naturally feel:

This is a wise man full of wisdom.

This adjective should generally describe the old man, but surprisingly, when used on Lin Chunbin's body, it is not abrupt at all.

The facial features are three-dimensional and tough like a knife and an axe, and although he is now middle-aged, he can vaguely see that he must have been an extremely handsome man when he was young.

It's just that at this time, his eyes were full of disappointment.

"Even now, do you still have a fluke mentality in your heart? How shall I answer you? I didn't hear anything? Lin Chunbin's eyes were blazing, and he looked at Wang Jing and said.

"Coach, I was wrong...... Wang Jing lowered his head, bit his lip tightly, and trembled slightly, obviously trying his best to hide his inner emotions.

"What's wrong with you?" Lin Chunbin's face did not have the slightest expression, so that people could not see what he was thinking.

Wang Jing was silent for a second and said, "I shouldn't have done anything to Wang Feiyu's racket......

"No, it seems that you still don't understand what you are wrong!" Lin Chunbin shook his head, and the disappointment in his eyes was even worse.

The disappointment in Lin Chunbin's eyes was completely seen by Wang Jing, and he instinctively wanted to explain, but when the words came to his mouth, he couldn't say anything.

"I don't understand ......"

Lin Chunbin glared at Wang Jing with hatred, and then sighed.

said: "Actually, I heard the conversation between you and Luan Tian. ”

"Huh?" Wang Jing was frightened by Lin Chunbin's words.

He stammered, "You...... You've heard it all, so why are you ......?"

"Why didn't you stop you?" Lin Chunbin said.

"Hmmm......"

"I want to see ......" Lin Chunbin's eyes showed a hint of melancholy, and said: "Let's see if you can keep your heart in the face of temptation." ”

"When you were talking to Luan Tian, I was there. When you used your hands and feet on Wang Feiyu's racket, I was also there. But I didn't stop you. ”

"Because I am optimistic about you, you are known as the 'unbreakable king', good at defense and more shots, which shows that you have a firm heart, you have your own persistence, but ......"

"But in the face of temptation, your persistence is so vulnerable!"

"Do you know that when you use your hands and feet on Wang Feiyu's racket, you already have a magic barrier in your heart! When you choose to fall into the abyss, you can never make any progress! You...... I can't defeat Fang Luantian anymore! Not to mention Wang Feiyu! ”

"Why, when facing Fang Luantian, you didn't choose...... How about fighting? ”

Spell it out?

Wang Jing smiled bitterly in his heart.

Can you spell it?

His record against Fang Luan Tian is a total loss!

Haven't won a single one!

As if seeing what Wang Jing was thinking, Lin Chunbin sighed and said: "In the face of a desperate situation, Wang Feiyu will not give up, because he has the heart of a strong man, and this heart, you originally had, but now ...... You've already wiped out ......"

Wang Jing was puzzled: "Are you so confident in Wang Feiyu?" His current racket ......"

"Those who are good at writing do not choose their pens! In this game, Luan Tian's kid ...... Already lost! Lin Chunbin looked at Wang Feiyu on the field, and there was a trace of reminiscence in his eyes.

His gaze seemed to penetrate time and return to the court twenty years ago.

In his eyes, a stubborn boy emerged, and that young man had excellent talent and a smart head.

What's more, that teenager has the heart of a strong man!

The young man's name was ......

King Road Pro!

At this time, Wang Feiyu on the field and the figure of the young man in his memory were slowly overlapping......

"Dao Lin...... Your child is exactly like you......"

On the competition field at this time, facing Fang Luantian's overlook, Wang Feiyu just looked at him coldly.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem with your racket? Fang Luantian looked down at him condescendingly, with a sneer.

If it weren't for the fact that there were so many people on the field now, I was afraid that he would have to laugh three times to vent the complacency in his heart.

It's just that when he and Wang Feiyu's eyes met, the panic, panic, and panic he expected did not appear on Wang Feiyu's face.

Instead, Wang Feiyu stood up holding his silver-white racket and looked at him equally.

said lightly: "I don't have real skills, but I like to be a smart person, but I will suffer hardships." ”

After speaking, he completely ignored Fang Luantian's face and walked straight to the center of his field.

He glanced at Fang Luantian coldly, and said to the referee in a deep voice, "You can start." ”

He was furious.

"Flying Fire Meteor" Fang Luantian?

The anger of my Wang Feiyu ......

You can't take it!

"It's game on! Fang Luantian serves first! ”

With the referee's voice ringing out, the game resumed.

However, Yu Na and the others in the audience were in a hurry.

"What does Fei Yu think? Why not tell the referee that his racket is broken? ”

"There should be a string machine off the court, Fei Yu can ask the referee to re-pull the string when the three rackets are completely unusable."

"How do you play with that kind of racket? The opponent is Fang Luantian! ”

The same doubts exist in the hearts of all those who watched this game.

also exists in Wang Jing's heart.

Lin Chunbin looked at Wang Feiyu on the field and said meaningfully: "Because of dignity, the dignity of the strong!"

Wang Feiyu's dignity did not allow him to change the racket, he wanted to use the racket that had been passed by his hands and feet to shatter Fang Luantian's illusion with his own hands.

This is the heart of the strong!

The heart of a strong man who does not abandon in a desperate situation and does not give up! ”

Lin Chunbin's words exploded like thunder in Wang Jing's ears, and a gap exploded in his heart.

His heart was wandering in the chaotic darkness, and Lin Chunbin's words were like a morning bell at dusk, turning into a thunderclap, awakening a faint fire in Wang Jing's heart.

The fire, under the light of thunder, was rekindled!

A prairie fire has been ignited!

Belong to the strong......

Faith Fire!

Wang Jing raised his head, and his eyes returned to calm, but under that calm, there were blazing fireworks!

He bowed deeply to Lin Chunbin and said:

"Coach, I see."