"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

In a badminton hall located on the outskirts of Quyan, the sound of racket contact with the ball was heard over and over again, and the two in the center of the badminton "fighted". +++The latest Danmei novel ranking: lightnovelpub.net

It's not so much fighting as it is the coach's fixed-point feeding.

In this class, it was a high ball, which gave the students a bit of sweetness. The coach came with a forehand high ball. The fat student on the opposite side was forced to retreat and retreated. Even if he received the ball, he couldn't pass it.

"It's not coming, it's not coming." Fatty sat on the ground tired and paralyzed, his chest was violently ups and downs, and he kept panting for breath. It's not up."

Before the voice was over, the racket had already been thrown aside and completely relaxed.

The coach sighed silently, went over to pick up the ball, and handed him a bottle of mineral water, "Take it slowly, everyone is like this at the beginning, 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 for a while.

The coach squatted down and chatted with him. Seeing that he was uncomfortable, he also helped him rub his thigh that had just cramped, and while helping him relax his muscles and bones, he said, "I have improved a lot in this month, and my physical and technical aspects have been greatly improved. , Entering the state very quickly, many people can't do this."

"Really?" The fat man was happy.

"Yes. The foundation has been laid and the progress is fast." The coach said, taking the roll call book on the side, and handing him the pen for signature. "Look at your current state and the state from the beginning. different."

The corners of the fat man’s grinning mouth did not disappear for a long time. After signing his name, he saw that he had only two classes left, and he was ready to start the class. He waved his hand and said, "I will buy another 30 classes."

The coach's face flickered, "It's okay to finish these quarters before buying."

"It's okay." The fat student was not active in class, and was very active in buying the class. Before the other party said, he took out his mobile phone and asked to scan the code to pay without hesitation.

The coach opened the payment code and answered his words:

"Thirty knots get three knots."

"Yes, I will be free tomorrow morning."

"Of course, the harder you practice, the better. You will improve quickly and exercise more and you will be healthy. The main reason is that you have to practice more by yourself. You can come to a small class in the afternoon and there will be a lot of people."

Hu Yarong sent the fat student out and watched the other party drive away before returning to the badminton hall. As soon as he entered the gate, he lazily yawned, "I didn't sleep in the morning, so I called me at seven and said he was coming to class, but I was sleepy."

When the words fell, he saw the tall and thin boy sitting on the side looking at him, and walked over with a smile, "Your mother is not free today? Why are you here?"

He has seen one or two faces of this little boy. His mother is a badminton manager and has to make a good relationship. If you don’t open the museum in the morning, you have to call someone to open the door.

"My mom went to the vegetable market." Ji Huai replied.

Chen Xiuman is the administrator of this badminton hall. Generally, no one will come to play in the morning, and gradually there will be people in the afternoon, and the venue is usually full at night, which is very lively.

The charging standard of the arena is 20 yuan an hour for a venue, and a membership card can be issued for 1,000 yuan at a time, and the membership price is 15 yuan an hour.

Hu Yarong is a part-time coach of the badminton hall. He can bring in members and has a cooperative relationship with the badminton hall. The fee for using the venue is very cheap. It is a symbolic annual card fee, unlimited use, excluding hours.

"It seems that I'm bothering you. This student can't sleep in the middle of the night. He likes to come to class in the morning and is tossing people to death." Hu Yarong shook his head and walked over to take the signature book.

It is not easy to discuss life these years. After retiring, he was forced to become a third-rate coach. In the face of these players who are too young to be considered amateurs, he also has to close his eyes and tie his eyes, coax and teach, and he can still eat.

However, this student is really terrible. When he was in class, he was too tired after a few warm-ups. He didn’t want to learn. He kept shouting tired. The more he taught, the more tired he became. The more he coaxed and boasted, he moved twice and saw him sign up again. He also bought dozens of private lessons, and he was even more tired.

There is no way. You have to teach if you don't want to teach. You can't drive people away. Isn't that self-smashing signs?

"It's okay, I woke up early." Ji Huai stood up and walked to pick up the badminton on the court.

This ball is sold for eight yuan in the arena. This ball is very new and still usable.

"Do you like playing badminton too?" Hu Yarong asked him while he was writing lessons in a notebook.

"Yeah." Ji Huai nodded.

"Come and play, 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 his notebook, "How old are you this year? In junior high school?"

This kid looked at about 1.65 meters, tall and thin, handsome, and handsome.

Ji Huai returned: "Starting school and entering the sixth grade."

He is twelve years old this year, and he is indeed moving faster. After all, he will grow to 1.86 meters, and his face looks relatively immature now.

"Twelve years old is considered high." Hu Yarong watched him several times again, "I often play badminton?"

"I started holding a racket at the age of four, what do you say?" Ji Huai said this, with a calm face on his immature face, but it seemed that there was a little pride and arrogance that belonged to a child.

He did start holding rackets at the age of four, because Chen Xiuman and Ji Bo divorced when he was four, and she found this job. Racket and badminton have been his toys since childhood.

The real system training in the previous life starts at the age of fifteen. Unable to pass the high school entrance examination, in order to make Chen Xiuman spend a little less money, he desperately followed the path of longevity, entered the city team, and was exceptionally admitted by the city No. 1 Middle School. Dreams and love began from that moment, and later entered the provincial team, the national youth team, and even 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, he himself had a good chance to rise all the way, but he couldn't overcome his mentality, and he failed one after another and left the field bleakly.

He is a single-parent family, his mind is sensitive, his ability to withstand stress is weak, and his temperament is relatively introverted and he dare not try. The coach said that he is conservative in tactics and can't afford to lose even if he is timid. The level of competition is online and hard, but he is not suitable for participating in major events and his career is not far away.

"Yo." Hu Yarong came interested, "Which coach taught you?"

Ji Huai: "Many coaches who came here have taught. There is no systematic study. Everyone will follow along."

In view of Chen Xiuman's face, many coaches will also give pointers. In fact, he used to learn blindly and play for fun. There are many part-time coaches in the badminton hall, one after another, and Hu Yarong has just arrived. This reason is completely justified.

He was a little impressed with this coach. The other party was not very famous, and he hadn't won any major awards. He used to be a physical education teacher in a sports school and later became a personal trainer.

When I first came, the courses were sold cheaply, I was patient, communicated smoothly with the students, encouraged from time to time, and had a serious and responsible attitude. There were many people looking for him to buy courses, and personal education was very popular.

In the final analysis, for amateur badminton students, the private tutors requested also have a service component. After the class is completed, the students can manually perform relaxation and telemotion. It is an after-school service, free of charge, and can also shorten the distance, and Hu Yarong applies this to Extreme.

Hu Yarong drank and nodded, seeing Ji Huai pick up the racket, he also picked up the racket next to him, "I'll try your level."

He used to be in the provincial team anyway. Although he didn't practice much at an age, he could still easily crush a little kid.

Ji Huai didn't refuse, and walked to the opposite side with the badminton.

Hu Yarong originally had a bit of Buddhism, and he was a fool, and he had a few words with the kid, and the two of them had a chat with each other.

Of course, he said more.

Ji Huai took a serve, and he easily picked it up. As soon as he was about to speak, he saw the kid's starting step, and his eyes narrowed.

Ji Huai's knees were half-bent, his body leaned forward, and his back heels slightly lifted. The explosive force of his body stepped quickly, making a small jump and attacking with a kick.

Observe how many catties a person has and how many taels a person has, and you'll know by a few fights. This time, Hu Yarong also got serious and stepped forward to intercept.

Ji Huai started again, backed up and added a sideways movement. Although the movement was coherent, but slightly stiff, he caught his ball.

Hu Yarong said with some enthusiasm: "Boy, that's okay."

Ji Huai picked him up twice, Hu Yarong launched an attack, and he stepped forward to intercept the shot.

Hu Yarong looked at him a few times, and in the end he spared no effort to hit a long shot, fast and hard.

On the opposite side, Ji Huai backed up and turned sideways, jumped up and hit back, the ball went to the opposite side and steadily crossed the net.

Hu Yarong was a little surprised, didn't think much, hit two lobs, before he didn't react, made a move to kill the opposite.

Ji Huai made a big move, and caught the ball, but did not pass the net.

Of course, there are deliberate elements in the net, and there are also insufficient coordination of hands and feet, and the flexibility of the body's various skills cannot keep up. He was also afraid that the action would be too big and hurt.

"A bit level, not bad, not bad." Hu Yarong won, pretending to be calm.

He didn't eat breakfast in the morning and went to class again. He was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes and was out of state. It would be too embarrassing if he stayed in a stalemate and lost.

After being praised by him, Ji Huai also smiled shyly, "I myself watch online videos to learn, and I often practice football."

Hu Yarong yawned again, reached out and patted his shoulder, "I'll go back to catch up and play again when I have time. You should go back soon. It's a hard work."

"Bye-Bye."

After he left, Ji Huai did not turn off the lights and lock the door to leave.

He looked at this feather hall, which was close to six hundred square meters, similar to a large factory building simply built. Before entering the city team, I exercised here every morning, which carried him too much.

Taking a deep breath, Ji Huai didn't waste time and started training by himself.

He has the skills and techniques in the previous life, but the physical stamina of this body can't keep up. His shortcomings are still obvious, and the strength of his shoulders, arms and legs are very weak.

He first did a warm-up exercise, walked to one side and squatted down with his head, started to leapfrog, jumped four back and forth around the field, and then squatted to learn to walk with a duck, the pace has been accelerating.

His feet were slowly sore and soft, and the sweat slowly soaked his hair, running down his forehead, dripping onto the field, his body was also sweating, and his clothes were soaked tightly against his body.

He didn't stop and insisted on finishing the last set. He was so tired that he almost escaped and couldn't help lying down halfway. :,,