Love is as simple as badminton.

Chapter 50 He will never be a badminton master again!

At 9:30, the first round of the quarterfinals officially began.

"My name is Ouyang Abin. Prepare to face my attack."

"..."

Looking at the boy opposite him, who had a small mustache, sharp eyes, a fierce face, and was a head taller than him, Lin Xiang hesitated to speak.

He had only noticed that the opponent's playing style was unique.

I didn't notice that the other person was also quite special.

However, despite the many flaws in this player, neither Lin Xiang himself nor the audience watching the game underestimated him.

After all, none of the teams that made it to the quarterfinals were easy to beat.

"Hello, my name is Lin Xiang."

"Oh? You're quite calm."

Ouyang Abin grinned. "All my previous opponents said I was terrifying. Don't you think so?"

"fine."

Lin Xiang said expressionlessly, "I'm scary too."

"Hahaha! That's interesting!"

Ouyang Abin raised his fist. "Then let me see!"

Lin Xiang raised his fist to meet the blow, then nodded without saying a word.

Everything that needs to be expressed is on the field.

"0-0, the match begins, Lin Xiang serves!"

Starting from the quarterfinals, the matches were played in rotation, instead of multiple matches being scheduled together simultaneously as before.

This is because the deeper rounds need more recovery time, and also because of the viewing experience; otherwise, there might be a situation where viewers would want to watch both games.

Therefore, this match attracted the attention of all viewers who follow the men's singles event.

"This Ouyang isn't someone to be trifled with, is he?"

Jin Xin typed while looking up and asking Wang Tianmao.

—Since it's already been exposed, it's better to just write it here than to go back and commit the crime against the wind.

Wang Tianmao smiled and retorted, "What makes you say that?"

"Although he's a tall player, he seems very agile and not afraid of being hit hard. His net play is also quite refined. You could say he's overcome all the disadvantages of being tall... Isn't that just unbeatable?"

Jin Xin knew them all like the back of his hand.

Although he doesn't usually play basketball, he's learned a lot from Lin Xiang's research over the years. He's never seen a pig run, but he's certainly eaten pork.

"That's right, that's definitely his strength."

Wang Tianmao, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan, exuded the air of a master. "But as the saying goes, there's always an antidote within three steps, at least for someone of his level. Just you wait and see!"

As they spoke, the two players on the field had already tested each other with a few balls.

Seeing that Lin Xiang indeed played the ball conservatively and that the backcourt tended to use lobs and soft pressure, Ouyang Abin was delighted.

Lin Xiang took the bait!

He was indeed playing like a regular tall guy, using the same old high-climbing, control-and-turn-around combo!

Little did he know that this kind of mid-court and forward game was his forte—as long as he maintained control of the high ground at the net and constantly seized the initiative to move the ball around, he could tactically suppress Lin Xiang.

Many people on the school team suffered from this when they first faced him, and in my memory, only Wang Luoneng could truly sweep him off his feet with sheer strength.

Lin Xiang is a cultured student, after all. How could he possibly be stronger than Wang Luo?

Unlike his teammates who lacked confidence, Ouyang Abin was full of confidence.

It contained both the encouragement from Deng Ziyang's speech and an assessment of the battlefield situation.

He hasn't encountered any tough opponents yet, so he's basically at full strength; Lin Xiang has been attacked by so many skilled fighters, so his condition must be poor right now.

When they are exhausted and we are at our peak, we will surely be able to defeat them!

"Chance!"

Seeing Lin Xiang lift the ball high, Ouyang Abin immediately roused himself, put his racket back, and smashed the ball.

Take this move, Crow Takes Flight!

*Smack!*

Ouyang Abin unleashed a fierce cross-court smash.

"bite."

Lin Xiang didn't even lower his center of gravity; with a flick of his wrist, he sent the shuttlecock bouncing back the way it came.

Holy crap!

Ouyang Abin hadn't expected Lin Xiang to defend so closely, and the route was completely unexpected. He couldn't keep up, couldn't even get a second start, and almost fell flat on his face.

"It certainly won't be a big, sweeping movement."

Lin Xiang nodded thoughtfully, as if confirming something.

"?"

Ouyang Abin opened his mouth.

What does that mean? Is this referring to him?

So from the second point onwards, all the viewers witnessed this scene:

Facing the nearly two-meter-tall behemoth Ouyang, Lin Xiang calmly served a high clear with his forehand, and all his other returns were also tossed high, giving off a "go ahead and crush me if you dare" vibe.

It doesn't cause much harm, but it's extremely insulting.

What made the show even more entertaining was that Ouyang Abin actually failed to completely defeat Lin Xiang...

Although he can use his height advantage to hit the ball very high, his lack of power makes his smashes neither fast nor heavy enough, so Lin Xiang can easily return them to the backcourt.

Once Ouyang was almost too exhausted to kill anymore, Lin Xiang casually laid a net.

Logically speaking, a big man should be able to easily cover the entire court, but Ouyang's running was quite unsteady, either returning a pass that would result in a point for the opponent or failing to catch the ball at all.

"puff."

It wasn't until the first game ended 21-5 that some unkind students in the audience finally burst out laughing.

Then the big screen started replaying the match footage, which was full of scenes of Ouyang questioning his life after he couldn't run anymore and couldn't kill anymore.

This finally got out of control, and everyone burst into laughter.

Hong Kong University students are generally very well-mannered and wouldn't usually mock others like that unless they really couldn't help it...

"Fuck you! Why?"

Ouyang Abin felt like he was going crazy.

He's clearly a big guy, so why doesn't this guy use the same tactics he uses against big guys?

Shouldn't we be focusing on net play, using flat drives, blocks, and spin moves? Why didn't we use them even once?

"Attention both sides, there are 30 seconds left in the break!"

"Damn it, I'll risk it!"

Ouyang Abin revealed an expression of a warrior going to his death.

There's nothing that can be done about someone finding fault with him; after all, he does have this weakness.

But he still wants to give it his all, treating it as if it were his last game in the freshman cup. Win or lose, he wants to fight with all his might and leave no regrets—that's youth!

To his surprise, Lin Xiang actually started playing net play and flat drives with him in the second game.

Why would Lin Xiang deliberately try to exploit his own strengths?

Could it be that his football IQ wasn't actually that high, and he just guessed in the first game?

Ouyang Abin's hope was rekindled.

No matter what happens to the opponent, I absolutely cannot give up this opportunity to make a comeback!

1:0.

Lin Xiang scored with a net roll, but Ouyang Abin was unimpressed.

7:1.

Lin Xiang made a precise save to score a point with the ball rolling across the net, and Ouyang Abin frowned slightly.

15:2.

Lin Xiang's flat block sent Ouyang Abin spinning like a top, leaving Ouyang Abin questioning his existence...

"21:5, Match Ends! Lin Xiang Wins 2-0 and Advances!"

"Thanks, you played well."

Lin Xiang walked to the net and gave his respectable opponent a high five across the net.

"I...you...I..."

Ouyang Abin withdrew his hand, his eyes already unfocused.

"Waaaaah!"

Then the audience saw this nearly two-meter-tall giant rush off the court as soon as the match ended, dropping pearls all the way, causing a momentary commotion...

The school's reserve team teammates quickly found Ouyang next to a trash can outside the stadium, but Ouyang just kept crying, like a 200-pound child, and refused to go with them no matter what.

In the first game, their weakness was exploited, so they lost; in the second game, they competed on their strongest point, but their strength was controlled and the score was exactly the same.

He will never be a badminton master again!

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