Run Out of My Life

Out of the youth hall, the two chatted casually, and Su Zucai realized that this little boy named Zheng Haoran was not very old, but he had been away from home since he was a child and had been practicing in the professional team for three years.

Professional badminton players basically start training step by step from childhood, enter the sports school, enter the sports team, and go all the way through the youth, all of which are in the training life of professional athletes. How much sweat and tears, outsiders do not know.

The youth team's badminton training was in the other side of the stadium. The two of them walked and just turned back to the stadium where Su Zufang and his party were.

As soon as she walked to the edge, Su Zu saw Li Yulin sitting on the side of the venue, breathing a little short and sweating on her forehead.

On his side, the boy named Wu Meng turned his racket with his fingers, and his expression was light, but there was no pride. In his opinion, winning over a girl is normal.

"Brother, how can you be like this, your friend is a boy, and he is two years older than us, so winning is nothing. Hmph, and only won 5 goals." Fang Le Shi said a little indignantly.

"Okay, Le Shi, if you lose the first round, you will lose, and I will win the next round." Li Yulin frowned slightly, with a bit of stubbornness in her expression.

Fang Yujun's friend Wu Meng is indeed very strong. Li Yulin used to train with the badminton team for a few days in the winter and summer vacations of elementary school, and ordinary people are far from her opponents. But this Wu Meng has obviously practiced for a long time. In addition, the boy's height and strength far exceed her, and the disadvantage in the arena is still obvious.

Just as Su Zu left, Li Yulin and Wu Meng played a badminton game and lost 16:21.

"Senior sister, what's the matter?" Su Zu came over and looked at Li Yulin's face, and did not expect her to be so strong.

"Ha, Su Zu, don't hurry up and help Yulin, play a game, he lost to my brother's friend." Fang Yueshi cried.

"I haven't played very much. If you want me to play, you can try."

Su Zu's tone was a little unsure, not because he was afraid of losing, but he didn't see just a few people playing, and he didn't know the specific level.

He once touched the racket and played badminton for a few days, but his level was average, just for fun. Especially after becoming a professional athlete, I have communicated with Zhen Long about the level of the top badminton players, and the standard of measurement has completely changed, and I really feel that I am a complete layman. Saying that he can play badminton, the word "knowing" contains too many meanings.

"Sister, why don't I fight for you." The little boy Zheng Haoran who was leading Su Zu's way suddenly came over.

For a time, the eyes of several people fell on him.

"Su Zu, where did you find a primary school student?"

"Don't be kidding, at such a young age, you can beat him with backhands." Fang Yujun looked at the boy and shouted.

Wu Meng looked indifferent, obviously not caring about a child.

"Senior sister, let our little badminton player Zheng Haoran play for you, he is from the city team." Su Zu said.

"Yes, sister, I'm very good."

Zheng Haoran was not unfamiliar at all, picked up the racket on the ground, ran directly into the court, and shouted at Fang Yujun who was overjoyed: "21 goals, if you can beat me 5, even if I lose."

Zheng Haoran's dazzling and dazzling remarks resolutely ignited Fang Yujun's anger, he played the racket angrily, and wanted to teach this ignorant child a lesson.

Then it was just the first ball, and the eyes of several people next to him changed.

The sound of ordinary people playing is "Bang!", with the elastic vibration of the net. And this child Zheng Haoran played the ball with a "slap", only the first ball Fang Yujun was dumbfounded. Seeing that the serve had just passed the block, he didn't have time to adjust his body's center of gravity. With a click, the ball came back.

Played 5 goals in a row, and the score was 0:5.

Children Zheng Haoran said, "Is this your smash? My female classmates kill faster than you."

Fang Yujun gave up the battle with his face ashen, and replaced Wu Meng who was watching.

After watching a few **** played by Zheng Haoran, Wu Meng heard that the opponent was from the city team. He had already put away his contempt, but he was still too serious.

After all, the gaps in age, strength, speed, and athletic ability are there, and after a ball, Wu Meng's face changed greatly, and he looked like he was facing a big enemy.

Many Wu Meng had never seen the style of play, which directly made the president of the badminton club of a certain key university be hanged and doubted his life.

0:11…2:16…3:20…4:21, the whole scene was almost a one-sided slaughter, Zheng Haoran looked at Wu Meng’s age by a lot, but at the pace of the ball speed Consciously, he completely suppressed the opponent by one level.

"Su Zu, where did you find this little monster?" Fang Yueshi got close to Su Zu, and she usually played feathers to exercise. In her eyes, Li Yulin was already powerful enough, but now, Wu Meng, who was able to defeat Li Yulin, was beaten by a 12- or 13-year-old boy so she could not fight back, she couldn't believe it.

"A small player from the city badminton team originally took me to find someone." Su Zu replied lightly, his eyes stayed on the court.

He has seen that several people are at the level of amateur gamers, including Wu Meng, the badminton president. When encountering such a professionally trained athlete, even though there is a big age gap, they are still being crushed.

"Me too."

After Wu Meng left the court, Li Yulin saw that Zheng Haoran was young, but his skills were unexpectedly high, and she was eager to try. I want to play against this little player of the city team and play a few **** to see.

As a result, unsurprisingly, Zheng Haoran still beat him to the point where he couldn't find the North. This young man is very competitive and won't show mercy just because the opponent is a girl. At the end of the fight, Miss Li was still a little unconvinced, thinking that she used to play well in the city team in elementary school, but in comparison, she hardly made any progress over the years.

Then Fang Yueshi gave up after hitting two balls. She couldn't even see where the badminton shot by Zheng Haoran was.

A circle of people went on the field to experience it again, and it felt like being ravaged by others. In the end, a few people urged Su Zu to come on stage to have a look, not only they were abused, but he, the initiator, must also feel it.

Su Zu smiled, took the racket from Fang Yueshi's hand, turned it slightly, and walked onto the court.

The legs were slightly bowed, the body leaned forward slightly, and his eyes were fixed on Zheng Haoran, who was on the opposite side of the block. With a simple action, the brothers and sisters Fang Yujun and Fang Yueshi, who were watching and booing, suddenly stopped. Also on the court, but Suzu is a little different from them.

The kind of focused eyes and calm expression, an indescribable temperament, just like... many professional badminton players I have seen on TV, serious and firm.

"Boom!"

A slightly tricky backcourt slanted serve, Su Zu moved his footsteps, opened his body, and swung back.

"Huh?" Little Zheng Haoran showed a hint of surprise, apparently unexpectedly, Su Zu could catch the ball.

However, the shot is high enough and the angle is right, just right for a smash. There was a smile on the corner of Zheng Haoran's mouth.

There was another "pop", and the shuttlecock swept past like electric light, and Su Zu moved his body to catch it.

Then, the lob in the frontcourt, the smash in the backcourt, and the back and forth of the ball was repeatedly tug and saw more than a dozen times. Finally, Zheng Haoran's smash hit the block and ended in a loss.

"Okay, okay." After the ball was played, Su Zu stopped. He could see that Zheng Haoran was tired and was out of breath. Apparently, he had beaten several people in a row, and used heavy dunks and other vigorous movements, and he was already exhausted.

At this time, even the idiot could see that Su Zu's strength is not bad, especially his movements and reactions, which are amazingly fast. They didn't see many **** clearly, and Su Zu took the ball. Hit back.

"Su Zu, you are so good, and you said you can't play." Fang Yueshi shouted from the sidelines.

Su Zu shook his head, but he was physically better than ordinary people, with a large body, quick movements and quick reactions. If Zheng Haoran had better physical strength, he wouldn't necessarily be able to win this ball. Sometimes the gap between professional and non-professional is so big.

His physical fitness is enough, but there is still a long way to go in terms of technology and consciousness.

"Brother, are you also practicing badminton?" Zheng Haoran's face was covered in sweat, and he looked at Su Zu with some doubts. The feeling of playing with Su Zu was completely different from the previous ones. , I felt the pressure as soon as I got started. That kind of quick response to catch the ball and the intensity of playing is not something that an amateur player can have.

"I don't practice badminton, but we are both professional athletes." Su Zu replied with a smile.

There is a lot of discussion about how big the gap is between the average person and the professional athlete.

The 100-meter sprint, the comparison is not obvious, ordinary people think that I am only three or four seconds slower than the top sprinters. If you train again, it may only be a second or two worse.

But when it comes to badminton that combines physical fitness, skills, and awareness, the gap between professional and non-professionals is immediately enlarged infinitely.

It is also playing badminton. Ordinary people may play two or three times a week, even if it is frequent for one or two hours at a time, and can have a good level among amateur players.

As for professional players, starting from the age of six or seven, there are less sports schools, professional sports schools, professional teams, less four or five hours a day, more seven or eight hours a day, and a month Just take four or five days off, and train three hundred days a year.

It takes a year of practice for ordinary people to play badminton all their lives and not so much.

Like Zheng Haoran, who looks young, only twelve or thirteen years old, but the time spent playing badminton is several times more than the sum of all the people present.

For competitive sports, there is a saying, don't use your hobbies to challenge others' jobs.