Before there was any reaction in the barrage area, coach Xingchen said first:
"Yes, he is the student I brought out, and I believe he will not give up!"
Then, the coach detailed some of his daily routine when he was teaching him before, successfully covering up the barrage's attention to Ling Zhi.
Ling Zhi was quite surprised that Zhang Sijun was also brought out by the coach? No wonder the coach broadcast his game.
Some of the comments were still unbelievable, and they were still teasing the coach for talking nonsense. But Lingzhi knew that although the coach seemed not very serious, he would not lie about this kind of thing.
Looking back on the first three games, although Zhang Sijun did not play too many times, he did not show too much frustration every time he missed a hit. Instead, he always looked calm.
This made Ling Zhi know even more that this great disciple came from a famous teacher.
While talking, the game entered the 4th game.
Zhang Sijun slowed down the pace a lot, basically stopped playing hard, and had a few more rounds of defense with Bronson.
As a person with more than 10 years of professional experience, Bronson will naturally not be careless and deal with Zhang Sijun patiently.
Half an hour later, Bronson had already exceeded the score. The highest score left on the table, combined with Zhang Sijun's score, was 10 points lower than Bronson's score.
An ordinary new professional player might have given up at this point. But Zhang Sijun did not. He continued to insist on making snooker for Bronson, which is the obstacle ball in English billiards.
At this time, there was only one red ball left on the table. Zhang Sijun was seen hiding the white ball under the black ball again and again, but every time he missed it by a hair.
Although Bronson failed to score Snooker, he still failed to score the red ball.
The barrage has already changed from the initial discouragement that filled the screen to tension, excitement, and even a hint of expectation.
Although coach Xingchen was still carefully planning the defensive line for Zhang Sijun on the table as always, Ling Zhi could feel a hint of expectation from the coach's tone.
Finally, during a defense, Zhang Sijun successfully hid the white ball under the black ball and hit the red ball to the upper half of the table.
Bronson doesn't have a route to clear the ball with the white ball. He can only hook the bottom ball first, and then touch the side ball. Whether he can finally clear the ball depends on luck.
At this time, Bronson and Zhang Sijun had been defending for a long time, and their patience had been partially exhausted.
Although he still pretended to calculate the collision points of the first and second banks, he sent the white ball out without much movement when taking the shot. You can also see the hint of impatience in his heart at this moment.
And this shot was indeed due to his lack of caution and he ultimately failed to get the red ball. The referee awarded Zhang Sijun 4 extra points.
There was a wave of 666 in the barrage area instantly, and those who had given up hope on Zhang Sijun instantly became energetic and hoped that he would continue his efforts and make two more snooker shots to recover the excess score.
However, soon, Zhang Sijun made a defensive error and stopped the red ball at the top pocket. Bronson was not polite and scored the red ball, exceeding more points. Zhang Sijun did not persist anymore and was generous.
Before shaking hands with Bronson and admitting defeat.
Although it is a bit regretful, Xiao Zhang still managed to get back to snooker, at least he did not lose in terms of momentum.
Coach Xingchen stretched on his chair, scratched the few hairs that were left, and said to the fans with a smile:
"Oh, I lost! I can't help it, I'll try harder next time!"
"Okay, brothers! That's it for this live broadcast. I'm going to teach Ling how to play ball for a while. I'll end the broadcast early today!"
After saying that, he ignored the barrage’s attempts to stop it and downloaded it at the speed of light, as if he was used to this situation.
After the broadcast, the coach smiled and asked:
"How was it? Lexus, after watching this game, do you have any thoughts?"
Ling Zhi probably guessed the purpose of the coach inviting him to live broadcast together today, so after drafting the draft, he said: "I think Zhang Sijun is very resilient. Although he lost the game today, this is his first professional game after all.
, at least his psychological quality is very good. From beginning to end, I didn’t think he was depressed.”
Xingchen nodded with a smile and sighed:
"Hey! Think about it, it's been five years since this kid started practicing football."
"Although five years is quite fast from a novice to a professional player. However, after all, I still feel a little emotional."
"Young players in their teens may progress faster. But if you want to practice with me, it is equivalent to becoming a monk halfway, and you may not achieve results for a long time in the future."
"Although you may not necessarily aim for a career in the future, I will ask you according to professional standards. Do you remember that?"
The smile that always hung on the coach's face disappeared, and what was replaced could not be said to be serious, but rather solemn.
Ling Zhi nodded firmly.
After escaping from the secret room, he had already made up his mind to learn football. As for how far he can achieve it in the future, he just doesn't care about so many things and just works hard first.
After making the decision, Ling Zhi seemed to remember something and asked:
"By the way, coach, what about... Shi Yan? Can she learn football with you? Besides, I feel that you have brought out many professional players. It doesn't seem good to teach me for free. How much is the tuition? I will still pay.
To you."
Ling Zhi said this from the bottom of his heart. After all, there is no free pie in the world. If you want others to spend time teaching you, you have to pay the same price to give back to them.
The coach smiled, waved his hand and said:
"The tuition fee will be waived. If you have anything to do in the future, you can come here often to practice. Then ask the boy to give you a key. If you don't have a key these days, you can just knock on the door. The boy is always at home.
Never been out."
Ling Zhi was a little embarrassed and was about to say something when the coach continued:
"On the contrary, I have a request."
"In the next six months, I may have to travel frequently, and I won't be able to stay here to guide you all the time. If you come here to practice, I would like to ask you to help me broadcast a few games while I am away, and by the way... supervise and supervise that.
Boy..."
Hearing this, Ling Zhi suddenly realized. No wonder the coach didn't charge tuition. It turned out to be this plan!
To outsiders, this request may seem trivial. But for Lingzhi, a person who doesn't like to stand out in front of others, live broadcasting a game in front of hundreds of thousands of fans is a test of his Taoism that no one can understand.
In addition, Liu Zixuan, although this boy said that he admired himself, he might not know what he was thinking in his heart. He was by no means an obedient master.
Although it was a bit big, at least the coach exempted the tuition, which was already a great kindness. Ling Zhi nodded slowly and accepted the coach's request.
"As for her, don't worry. There is a more suitable person than me to teach her how to play, and you will know later."
Who is more suitable? Is there anyone better than the coach?
Although I had some doubts, since the coach said we would talk about it later, I didn’t ask any more questions.
After Ling Zhi thanked the coach, the two of them started their first practice without disturbing the two girls who were sparring in the next room.
"Did you see the white bar next to the bottom bank opposite?"
"Although I know that your basic skills are good, as usual, I'll take a look at your shooting action first."
I saw the coach placing the white ball on a point on the kick-off line halfway up the table. Looking from this point towards the white bar, it seemed to be just parallel to the side bank.
Ling Zhi knew what the coach meant and without any hesitation, he began to lie down and hit the white ball toward the white bar over and over again.
I don’t know whether it’s because I haven’t practiced golf for a few days or something else, but my hand feeling is not very good today. In the first few shots, the white ball would go out and come back again, but it would always miss the club head. Later, the more times I played, the better it gradually became.
With the blow after blow, Ling Zhi gradually felt a little tired. However, the coach was silent beside him, and Ling Zhi could not stop without permission.
After a while, the coach called Ling Zhi to stop and told him:
"Your shooting posture and movement are quite good, but there are still some problems. I noticed that when you hit the ball from behind, you would unconsciously half-close your left eye?"
Ling Zhi was shocked that this habit he had revealed inadvertently was discovered by his coach.
In fact, Ling Zhi's habit was something he forced himself to develop a long time ago, because when he watched live billiards before, he often saw some players tilting their heads to hit the ball. As a right-handed player, in order not to tilt his head, he
You can only try your best to put your chin on the left side of the club and aim with your right eye.
There is no problem with aiming with the right eye.
However, as a person who has been wearing glasses since childhood, his degree of naked-eye astigmatism is much higher than that of ordinary people.
Therefore, when taking the shot, if he stares at the target ball and the white ball at the same time, there will always be a ghost of one ball, which will affect his aim.
As a last resort, he could only half-close his left eye. The reason why he half-closed it was to prevent double images when aiming with his right eye, and to avoid letting others see him playing with his left eye completely closed, which would cause embarrassment.
Ling Zhi felt a little uneasy, but in order to play well, he still told the coach the process of developing his habits in detail.
The coach did not laugh at Ling Zhi, but nodded and said with a smile:
"That's right. You don't have to feel embarrassed. Everyone has their own hitting habits. Even like Trump, his aim is very crooked and he has to adjust the club head to the extreme at the moment of release.
Examples are also common.”
"However, after all, some habits are still contrary to your dominant eye and main line of sight. If you play according to your own habits, it does not mean that you cannot play well. It is just that sometimes when you play, you will hit the ball very far for no reason. You
No reason can be found.”
"So, I still recommend that you start with the basics and determine your dominant eye and main line of sight. This will help improve the stability of your shot in the long run."
The coach looked at his watch and continued to say to Ling Zhi:
"It's not early today. The rest of the story is a long story. You can come over when you are free. I will tell you then. You can go back first."
Ling Zhi woke up from his reverie, thanked the coach, called Zhao Shiyan, who was somewhat reluctant to leave, and left the coach's training room.
Shortly after Ling Zhi left, Liu Lili and Liu Zixuan gathered in the hall together.
Liu Zixuan originally wanted to ask Liu Lili who the other girl he saw when he went to the bathroom was.
However, Liu Lili didn't look down on him at all and always kept a certain distance from him.
The coach smiled and shook his head and said to them:
"In the future, Ling Zhi and Zhao Shiyan may often come to our place to practice football. You two should have no objections."
Liu Lili shook her head gently.
Liu Zixuan seemed a little excited, but just as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by the coach:
"Okay, stop being so jabbering. When your brother Ling becomes a frequent visitor to the house, I will ask him to supervise you. Don't do anything wrong while I'm on a business trip. Don't be like before.
A few months later, after I came back, there was a smell in your room..."
Liu Zixuan said helplessly:
"Dad, I've been very good at hygiene recently. Don't you still believe me? Oh, don't talk about me. Please tell me how my brother Ling performed during his first training."
Coach Xingchen couldn't help but feel a little dazed. Although he had just pointed out mercilessly that Ling Zhi still had problems with his shot, he had to admit that Ling Zhi had a rare talent in billiards.
I still vaguely remember that when Zhang Sijun first came here to practice golf, he hit 100 white balls against the bottom bank, and only about 10 of them touched the club head.