Ling Zhi was stunned for a moment, and immediately agreed to the old man's invitation. He stood in front of the white ball, and like last week, he looked at the line, paused before and after, and gently hit the white ball. In the end, the blue ball was pushed forward smoothly.
Ling Zhi was determined and full of confidence in his shot. However, the old man did not seem to praise Ling Zhi too much for this goal. He simply patted the table, then immediately picked up the basketball and put it on the table again.
The exact center point.
"Not bad, do you want to try harder?"
Ling Zhi understood clearly, and took back the white ball again, carefully carried the club, and finally sent the club out at a faster speed. This time, he was not so lucky. The shot did not seem to be very straight, and the blue ball did not go in accurately.
"It's okay, try again."
Ling Zhi was a little embarrassed. Under Uncle Li's gaze, he felt a little bit pressured. The next few shots were hit and miss, and Ling Zhi felt that there were still some problems with his power. Although he could do it on the Chinese table
The shot was stable, but when I came to the English golf table, my shortcomings in power production were still magnified.
Uncle Li didn't mean to laugh at Ling Zhi, he smiled and said:
"Don't worry about it. In fact, this kind of ball is very difficult. If you can hit so many shots without practicing, it's already pretty good."
As he said that, he swung the shot, then hit the bag with all his strength. Ling Zhi was about to cry but had no tears, thinking that you are still a precious sword. The old man continued:
"Actually, playing this kind of ball is a test of your overall ability. If you think about it carefully, were you a little impatient when you hit the next few balls? Did you unconsciously doubt the stability of your shot?"
Impatient? Ling Zhi thought about it for a moment, and it seemed to be the case. When he didn't score a goal at the beginning, he couldn't help but start to pay attention to his posture and movements. Later, with Uncle Li's gaze, his speed became faster and faster.
The faster he goes, he seems to want to prove that there is no problem with his shot as soon as possible.
As Ling Zhi thought about it, he lay down and gestured with the stroke again. Uncle Li seemed to know what he was thinking, and said warmly:
"Actually, there is nothing wrong with your stroke, but if you deliberately care about your movements, you will be a little stiff when exerting force."
"I noticed that you are used to sticking to your chest when you hit the shot, right? This is especially true for people who have this habit. Once you fail to score, you will stick to your chest more deliberately on the next shot. In fact, it is not necessary."
"There are many reasons for not scoring. It may be that the separation angle is not judged well, or the arm is shaking a little, but no matter what the situation is, you must trust your shot and play every shot with a relaxed attitude.
A ball."
The old man's words touched Ling Zhi, and Ling Zhi remembered what Brother Xu often said to him when he was playing ball:
"Just work hard and leave the rest to fate."
Indeed, if you work hard enough, if the ball still doesn't go in, there's nothing you can do about it. But you should believe in yourself at any time.
Ling Zhi suddenly understood the reason why he had lost to Brother Xu inexplicably before.
In fact, Brother Xu’s level is pretty good, but his accuracy and positioning are still slightly inferior to mine. If I lose, it’s mostly because of my mentality.
Once he performs poorly in a few games, Ling Zhi can't help but fall into self-doubt. With this mentality, the next game will always not go smoothly.
Understanding this, Lexus once again tried to score a 5-point goal.
Uncle Li didn't pay attention. From time to time he would say a few words to the young people at the table around him, and sometimes look at Ling Zhi's batting.
Ling Zhi suddenly felt that he had calmed down. Every time he took a shot, he would take every shot seriously. No matter whether Uncle Li looked at him or not, the rhythm of his shot would not change.
The moment he exerts force to release the club, he will no longer send the club head out in a hurry, but slowly release the club head, and use an inch of force to send the club out when the club head is about to hit the white ball.
Under such a batting rhythm, the first few balls still missed the ball from time to time, but later became more and more accurate, and later on, there were almost no mistakes.
"Very good. Remember how I felt today. It should be helpful for you to play in the future."
"Well, thank you very much. Your words helped me a lot."
"It's okay, do you want to play again?"
"Um, Uncle Li, why don't you let me practice angle shots again? I'm not very familiar with the judgment of separation angle on this table."
The old man smiled and nodded, indicating that he had no objection. Then the two of them each occupied half of the table and started practicing.
After about an hour, the number of people in the golf room gradually increased. Ling Zhi and Uncle Li gave up the big table to other guests. Uncle Li went to talk to other friends in the golf room, and from time to time he was invited to play a few shots together. Ling Zhi
He sat next to Zhao Shiyan's table.
"Hehe, how is it, Lexus, is it quite rewarding?"
Zhao Shiyan looked at him with a smile.
"Indeed, Uncle Li is indeed a senior coach. He can see the problem with my shot at a glance. But..."
Zhao Shiyan said doubtfully:
"But? What's wrong? Lexus."
"Well, it's nothing. It's probably my imagination. Don't worry about it."
Zhao Shiyan nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
"Oh, sister, I'm almost exhausted. My waist is so sore. You can play with the senior for a while."
Li Mengyao and Zhao Shiyan complained.
"Okay, then you can rest for a while. Lingzhi? Are you tired?"
Ling Zhi waved his hand, picked up the club in his hand, and stepped forward to help Zhao Shiyan pick up the ball.
…
In a blink of an eye, it was almost 10 o'clock. The three of them had been playing for a long time and were discussing the last set. At this time, it was Ling Zhi and Zhao Shiyan who were playing, and it was Ling Zhi's turn to hit the ball.
"Hey, you dislike me, don't you? It's really interesting. If you don't want to fight me, forget it. Why are you avoiding me?"
The voice is very familiar, it feels like...
Ling Zhi could probably guess the owner of the voice. So even though the voice came from behind him, he did not turn around. However, he did not continue to hit the ball and stood there wiping the powder. Of course, Zhao Shiyan would not rush Ling Zhi and stood aside.
Thoughtful.
"Where have I been hiding from you? What does it have to do with where I go?"
Sure enough, it was Li Mengyao who replied, so the person who spoke before was naturally Li Mengyao's boyfriend whom she met on "Youth No. 8" three weeks ago.
Ling Zhi still had no intention of looking back. After all, this was a matter for a young couple. He lay down and started hitting the ball.
Li Mengyao's boyfriend was still wearing the black jacket with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. The ash on the jacket was still visible to the naked eye. He tilted his head, walked to Li Mengyao, and looked at her casually. Zhao Shiyan was a little unhappy.
He tilted his head and stared at Lexus intently.
"Yes, I can't control where you go. But if you want to break up, give me a legitimate reason."
Li Mengyao didn't even look at the black jacket and said absently:
"What's the reason? If you don't like it, you don't like it. I've told you many times, don't pester me anymore."
"Pray? Humph... I can't even find you, so where can I pester you?"
"How did you know I was here?"
"How do you know? You don't need to know."
The black jacket picked up the cigarette with his hand, took a long breath of white mist, glanced at Ling Zhi and Zhao Shiyan carefully, and continued:
"You can break up if you want. You can pay me back the money you owed me before, and we'll be settled."
"Since when do I owe you money?"
"Yo? Didn't you forget that the things I bought for you are not enough? If you don't pay it back, I will give you the things I used to do with you...ahem"
Black Jacket glanced at Zhao Shiyan and Ling Zhi again, and continued:
"I'll post those things online to see how you behave in the future."
Li Mengyao had a complicated look on her face and was hesitant. Zhao Shiyan seemed a little unable to bear it and hesitated to speak. But seeing that Ling Zhi was still focusing on the ball, she resisted the urge to interrupt the conversation between the two.
.
Although Black Jacket's voice was not loud, the scene of him standing there confronting Li Mengyao still occasionally attracted people at the table next to him to look at him and speculate about the story between this young couple.
For a long time, Li Mengyao didn't reply. Black Jacket seemed a little impatient, pointed at her and said sternly:
"Okay, you wait."
After saying that, he threw away his hands and walked away quickly.
Li Mengyao lowered her head, as if she was about to cry. Zhao Shiyan couldn't bear it and wanted to go over and comfort her. Li Mengyao stood up suddenly, covered her eyes with her arms and said:
"Today I invite you, sister, to play ball. I'm going to leave first."
After saying that, he ran towards the counter.
"Oh, don't do this."
Zhao Shiyan hurriedly ran over and tried to hold Li Mengyao back from scanning the QR code to pay. But Li Mengyao seemed to be insistent, standing in front of the counter and trying to point her phone at the QR code. Zhao Shiyan couldn't hold her back, so he had to say:
"Meng Yao, it was you who invited me last time. I can't ask you to pay for the station this time. By the way, that person just said that you owed him money. How much is it approximately? Let me help you think of a way. Don't
Let that scumbag come to haunt you again."
At this moment, Ling Zhi stood in front of Li Mengyao, handed his membership card to the counter, and said lightly:
"Don't grab it. Of course I have to pay for the ball today. However, the private matters between you and that black jacket are better resolved by your own communication. I'm sorry."
After saying that, he took Zhao Shiyan back to their table and packed the clubs slowly. Li Mengyao looked at their backs and left the golf room silently without saying anything. Then, Zhao Shiyan followed Ling Zhi.
Left here.
Along the way, the two of them didn't talk much. Ling Zhi, as usual, didn't take the initiative to stir up topics. Zhao Shiyan lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.
After a while, Ling Zhi looked at the short-haired girl and couldn't help but ask:
"I made a decision for you without permission and didn't let you get involved in the matter between them. Are you angry with me?"
The short-haired girl shook her head and said:
"No, I believe you. You must have your reasons for not letting me get involved. I know you will definitely not harm me. I just..."
After hesitating for a moment, the short-haired girl said:
"I was thinking just now, am I not being a good friend enough by leaving her alone like this?"