Chapter 262 The original intention of playing ball
The break ends soon.
Ling Zhi returned to his table and found that Lu Jiarui was still practicing pole stance with Yu Bowen, and said with a smile:
"What, you want to practice with me and don't want to follow Yun Feng?"
Only then did Lu Jiarui realize that Ling Zhi was standing behind him. He quickly turned around, feeling a little at a loss.
Fortunately, Yu Bowen knew his golf friend’s face, so he answered for him:
"He thinks it's interesting to practice here, so brother Lingzhi, can you keep him to practice with me?"
"Who finds it interesting?"
The little fat man couldn't help but retorted.
However, he was just trying to be brave, but his steps did not move. After all, for him, it was easier to be with Yu Bowen than to bear the pressure that Yun Feng brought him.
Ling Zhi could also see this, so he smiled slightly, walked over to find Yun Feng, and said to him:
"Lu Jiarui wants to practice with me, what do you think?"
Yun Feng nodded:
"It's free, he can go wherever he wants."
"Thank you."
After saying hello, Ling Zhi officially left Lu Jiarui at his table.
After coming back, Lingzhi arranged for Yu Bowen and Lu Jiarui to practice low shots together with a pole, each one hitting one shot.
Lingzhi found that Yu Bowen's shot was much better than before, the effect of the low shot was much stronger, and his power gradually became smoother.
However, Lu Jiarui's force is better and he can often pull the white ball back into the middle pocket on the side of his body.
So Lingzhi asked Lu Jiarui to use his own handstand to hit low shots. As a result, the first shot pulled the white ball to the right side of his side pocket, indicating that he had a strong right plug at the moment of the shot.
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Ling Zhi was about to step forward to help him correct his batting action, but at this moment, coach Pang Weiguo came over:
"When you move the rod, you don't need to swing your arms back and forth too fast. When you pull the rod with your back hand to the farthest position, you have to pause for a moment. You also have to pause when you pull it to the position closest to the white ball. The purpose is to help you remember the shot.
direction of the rod, but be careful not to pause for too long or the muscle memory in your arms will disappear, like this..."
Coach Pang took the trouble to hold Lu Jiarui's forearm and help him correct the movement of the club.
If Yun Feng were here, he would find that there is actually no big difference between his master's guidance and his own. It's just that Coach Pang pays more attention to the details of the shot and gives hands-on guidance, while Yun Feng can only demonstrate.
Therefore, it is not possible for the little fat guy to truly understand what the correct shot is.
After this correction, the little fat man lay down alone on the side bank of the lower half of the platform, recalling all the details that Director Pang had just demonstrated to himself. Gradually, the shot started to look more and more like that.
Immediately afterwards, Pang Weiguo came to Lu Ning and helped him correct his posture when using the pole:
"You don't have to hold the end of the club rack with your left hand. You can hold it forward so that your body can be closer to the white ball. The same goes for the club..."
Coach Pang Weiguo did not ask Lu Ning why he used a pole to practice. As soon as he got up, he began to seriously correct Lu Ning's shooting movements, which also made Ling Zhi feel a little relieved.
After the instruction, Ling Zhi thanked Pang Weiguo. Director Pang nodded briefly and walked to Wang Siheng's table.
"It seems that Director Pang is more kind than expected. I never imagined that Yun Feng was taught by him."
Ling Zhi thought to himself.
...
Over at the Chinese golf table, Shi Yulu and Jiang Jun were also helping the children demonstrate and correct the strokes. Li Jianbing and Xie Yixin were also assisting.
"Try to keep the club as close to the tiger's mouth as possible, so that you can hold the club tighter..."
Xie Yixin said when coaching a child.
Unexpectedly, after this child practiced for a while, Xie Yixin felt that his stroke was even stiffer than before, and his power was not quite right.
Xie Yixin did not intend to give up, and was still patiently guiding the child's shot. However, at this time, the child could not hold himself back:
"Coach, I still think the previous way of holding the club is better. Can I hold the club without touching the tiger's mouth?"
"Who told you that you don't have to stick to the tiger's mouth? Didn't they correct your grip on the club before I came here?"
Xie Yixin asked, pointing to a group of star students not far away.
The child shook his head:
"They didn't guide me on how to hold the club. They only told me some major key points on how to release the club."
Xie Yixin shook his head:
"Then just follow mine, and try to stick it as close as possible, otherwise the rod will be unstable easily. It's normal that you're not used to it now, but you'll get better after you get used to it."
The child had no choice but to nod and obey Xie Yixin's opinion.
In this way, under the repeated guidance of the coaches and star students, the morning passed quietly.
After lunch, the children began to gather in groups around the table, playing ball and chatting. There were also children sitting in the seats next to them, dozing off and wanting to take a brief lunch break.
Xiao Lu Ning belongs to the latter group. Although the noise in the ball room is endless, Lu Ning does not seem to be affected and quietly enjoys his alone time.
Ling Zhi gently sat next to Lu Ning, wanting to close his eyes and rest for a while like him. Although he didn't make any sound, he didn't expect that Lu Ning woke up as soon as he sat down.
"Sorry, did I wake you up?"
Lexus felt a little sorry.
Lu Ning shook his head:
"It's okay, I wasn't asleep to begin with."
"Is that so?"
The scene fell into silence again.
Ling Zhi wanted to chat with Lu Ning, but seeing the way he drooped his head, he immediately stopped talking.
The two of them remained silent. Ling Zhi had even closed his eyes and began to feel sleepy. However, at this moment, Xiao Lu Ning broke the silence again:
"Brother, when did you start playing billiards?"
Ling Zhi was a little surprised. He opened his eyes and looked at Lu Ning. If he remembered correctly, this should be the first time Lu Ning took the initiative to ask him a question.
For some reason, Ling Zhi suddenly felt a little moist at the corner of his eyes, not because he was moved by Lu Ning's initiative to ask, but because he remembered a past event that had been buried for many years.
He was only a freshman in high school that year. One day he really wanted to play billiards, but there was no friend around him who could play with him. In desperation, he had to go to the billiards room alone.
But when he walked to the door of the billiards room, he hesitated for a long time. Being young and sensitive, he was very afraid of others looking at him with colored glasses. After all, a child playing billiards alone would look too much like a bad boy!
However, he still couldn't restrain his desire to play billiards and finally walked in.
When he arrived at the front desk, he cautiously asked if he could play golf alone. The uncle at the front desk gave him a strange look and said "yes". Ling Zhi quickly asked the uncle to open a table for him and paid for an hour in advance.
money.
When he came to the table alone, he breathed a sigh of relief. Anyway, he could finally play billiards. As for what others would think when they saw him, the moment he touched the table, he had no idea.
It's important.
That was the first time Ling Zhi practiced ball by himself. He remembered that he had a lot of fun that day, although compared to himself now, he couldn't be called practicing skills at all.
Thinking of these, Ling Zhi is still a little moved. Many valuable experiences are gained through such active attempts again and again, isn't it?
Seeing Ling Zhi stunned there, Lu Ning was a little flustered:
"I'm sorry, brother, I didn't see you resting, I was just asking, you don't have to worry!"
Hearing what Lu Ning said, Ling Zhi put away his fleeting emotions. He smiled and waved to Lu Ning:
"It doesn't matter, I wasn't resting just now, I just thought of something."
"Speaking of which, the first time I played billiards dates back to when I was in the sixth grade of elementary school. My father took me to play at that time. I couldn't even hold a stick at that time and played in an extremely awkward posture.
Scored 3 goals. Although now it seems that I felt pretty good when I first started, but at that time I felt very unwilling..."
Ling Zhi rarely opened up the conversation and talked with Lu Ning about his first table tennis experience.
After Ling Zhi finished speaking, Lu Ning answered obediently:
"Like you, my brother, my father took me to play ball for the first time! Is my brother's father a good player? Did you admire him very much at the time?"
"He, he..."
Looking at Lu Ning's expectant eyes, Ling Zhi changed his words and decided not to tell the truth. As a young man, let's give him more positive things:
"Yes, I admire him very much. He is my billiards leader."
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Lu Ning became excited, raised his little fists above his head, and raised his voice by two points:
"Me too! Brother, what a coincidence, we two are the same!..."
Yes, it would be great if it were the same!
Ling Zhi thought to himself.
But it doesn't matter, it's all over.
"Your dad should be the uncle who came with you to observe the theory class on the first day. It seems that he usually teaches you a lot about billiards, right?"
Lu Ning nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. This time it was his turn to open up the conversation and began to tell the story of the first time his father took him to the ball room to play ball.
As Ling Zhi listened, he couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Compared to himself, Lu Ning really had a good time!
If I had the opportunity to be sent by my father to participate in this type of training at that time, I would be so excited that I would be crazy!
But that doesn't matter anymore. It's not too late to participate now. More than this, Ling Zhi wants to protect Lu Ning's hard-won original intention.
Although he was not needed to protect Lu Ning, Ling Zhi felt very satisfied when he could do something within his power for Lu Ning.
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On the other side, Liu Haobo was wandering around boredly in the Feimeng Billiards Club. Suddenly, he seemed to have found his target, so he strode to the child, sat down next to him, and started chatting:
"I remember your name is...Sun Xiangxiang, right?"
The child frowned and said dissatisfied:
"Brother Liu, don't pretend like you can't remember my name. You are already the fifth person to laugh at my name today!"
Liu Haobo spread his hands and looked innocent:
"Who said I'm here to laugh at you? The class that Xie Yixin leads has a large number of people. I can't even remember the names of all the students. You should feel lucky that I can remember your name!"
"snort!"
Sun Xiangxiang shook his head, obviously not agreeing with Liu Haobo's explanation.
Seeing this, Liu Haobo cleared his throat and said solemnly:
"Hey, hey, stop making trouble and be serious. I heard that Lao Xie corrected your grip posture this morning? Is this the case?"
Sun Xiangxiang turned his head away, his face full of shock:
"Who did you listen to? Did Teacher Xie come to see you personally? Or did Brother Song snitch on you? Or..."
"Stop, stop, stop! Don't care who I listen to, just tell me whether this happened or not!"
Sun Xiangxiang's face turned red and he couldn't say a word.
"Forget it, I know even if you don't tell me. Don't worry, I'm not here to laugh at you. I just want to tell you, don't take what he says too seriously!"
Sun Xiangxiang was a little confused:
"Don't take it seriously? No way, Brother Liu. Teacher Xie is an international referee, he should be very experienced!"
Liu Haobo didn’t take it seriously after hearing this:
"What happened to international referees? International referees sometimes make big mistakes when officiating games."
"Big mistake? Really?"
Sun Xiangxiang obviously didn't believe it. For him, the words "international level" were simply higher than the sky. Being able to take a career abroad, I'm afraid the professionalism is self-evident.
"Of course, international-level referees also come up step by step from low levels. How can it be possible without making mistakes? I heard that a referee made a very outrageous mistake before. Once when he was officiating a game, a man came up to kick off the game.
He pocketed the black eight, and logically he should have reset the black eight, but the referee was stunned and didn't notice it. It was only halfway through that the player found out: 'Hey, where's my ball?'"
"Hahahahaha, that's so funny, Brother Liu. Has Teacher Xie ever made such a mistake?"
"No, no, no, don't talk nonsense. I didn't say it was his fault. Besides, this is just something I heard. Whether it is true or not is up for debate. Just listen and enjoy it.
Don’t talk nonsense outside!”
"Oh, I got it, Brother Liu."
"So, the teacher may not always be right. It's up to you to decide which grip is best for you. Think about it carefully."
Liu Haobo emphasized the word "self", and after saying that, he stood up and left.
Sun Xiangxiang was very obedient. After Liu Haobo left, he supported his chin with one hand and really fell into deep thought.