Chapter 10, The Child with Two Hands

The south wind nodded slightly and expressed his conjecture: "Perhaps it is because you are too lazy and have a low training volume"

Indeed," Lu Sheng interjected, "Xu Zhiyao, you actually ran ten more laps today, it’s truly impressive, that..." She paused here, scratching her head, trying hard to recall how to express that idiom.

The south wind lingered for a while, somewhat incredulous, "You have been studying here for a month, and the coach hasn't noticed that you are left-handed?"

The sun gradually sets, casting a faint red hue, becoming vibrant and warm. On the grass-green acrylic hard tennis court, the south wind stands with a racket in hand, bathed in the golden-red sunlight, resembling a tall and elegant kapok tree

Not tired

South Wind: "From your expression, it can be inferred that your previous coach had a somewhat average level of skill."

The south wind grasped his right hand, gently pinching his wrist with his thumb, and asked, "Is there no injury here? No discomfort?" After speaking, he carefully examined Xu Zhiyao's arm. Having practiced tennis for two years, he still had slender arms and legs, making it hard to imagine how lazy this fellow usually was

Xu Zhiyao resembled a bewildered alpaca, "Add, add, add, practice?"

Two people walked towards the court with their rackets, leaving Xu Zhiyao alone, staring at their backs, unwilling to let go, weakly reaching out: "Don't go, let's clarify things..."

Hmm

No

It is not an interrogative sentence, but a declarative sentence

Xu Zhiyao wanted to argue a few points with the book, but he had to concede. Nanfeng lowered his racket, walked over, and asked him, "Did you feel it when you just flicked your wrist?"

The sun has already dipped below the horizon, leaving behind a sky aglow with red hues. The evening breeze brings a refreshing sensation to the body. The south wind prompted the two individuals to engage in some recovery activities, and then announced that today's training has come to an end, allowing them to take a break and go for a meal

Xu Zhiyiao felt as if he were a lamb at the mercy of others, which was in stark contrast to his long-standing dominance in the tennis club. Thus, he experienced a slight sense of melancholy, and his mood was not as delightful as it once was

Lu Sheng quickly ran to the sidelines, bending down to pick up the scattered tennis balls, like a cheerful little colt. Xu Zhiyao, on the other hand, resembled a lazy donkey, finding a spot to squat down while exclaiming, "I am so exhausted today..."

He looked at her flushed face and sweating forehead, shaking his head and said, "It's no wonder you're not tired."

The south wind is pleasant and amusing, and raising his voice towards Lu Sheng, he said, "Lu Sheng, I invite you to have a chicken leg, stop picking up the ball."

Lu Sheng pressed her lips together, feeling shy to tell him that she was afraid she wouldn't perform well

It has taken three months to reach this level, which is somewhat slow

The south wind said, "Your stroke just now had a slight issue. When you turn, your torso should lead your body in the rotation; you cannot place all the burden on your arms. The racket face should always remain vertical to the ground during the stroke, without tilting inward or outward. Additionally, at this stage, you do not need to focus on the power of your strokes; first, maintain the continuity of your returns, conserve your energy, and take it slow."

His strength is considerable, and Xu Zhiyao has no doubt that he can lift him with one hand

"It's all... more or less the same, right?" Lu Sheng was not very sure

While guiding Lu Sheng, Nan Feng cast a few glances at Xu Zhiyao. At this moment, Xu Zhiyao no longer flicked his wrist, as if the gentle arc that had just floated from his wrist during the powerful return was merely a figment of Nan Feng's imagination

The south wind helped her say: "Look at her with new eyes"

Lu Sheng tilted his head and recalled for a moment, nodding as he said, "Indeed."

Then Lu Sheng stood beside Nan Feng, and the two leisurely watched Xu Zhiyao pick up the ball. Xu Zhiyao complained loudly, while Nan Feng turned a deaf ear. Suddenly, she glanced down at Lu Sheng and said, "You just picked up the ball with your left hand"

Xu Zhiyao said confidently: "She picks up the ball, I treat her to a chicken leg... right, Lu Sheng?"

He went to Elite Online School, and Teacher Ding said that Elite Online School spent a lot of money to recruit him

Xu Zhiyao said from the side, "In fact, she only studied for one month, and then the coach ran away."

Nan Feng almost thought he was seeing things, as this kid was squatting there so casually, leaving Lu Sheng to pick up the ball by himself? Moreover, judging from the tacit understanding in their reactions, this was not the first day they had done this.

Now, which hand do you think is stronger and more agile, the left hand or the right hand

Nan Feng found it quite interesting and asked, "Are you left-handed?"

After all, being a professional tennis player requires significant arm strength

Coach Nan has become increasingly amiable, and he said, "Young man, not bad, you know to practice more on your own."

After several rounds, the south wind stopped and asked Lu Sheng, "Aren't you tired?"

Xu Zhiyao

At school, it is required by the teacher to write with the right hand

The south wind abandoned the sparring, walked over to teach Lu Sheng the breakdown of the movements hand in hand. After teaching it several times, he had Lu Sheng practice the movements on his own nearby, and then summoned Xu Zhiyao to the stage.

The south wind silently intensified the force of the strike. Faced with the suddenly increased speed of the ball, Xu Zhiyao was caught off guard and flustered, yet managed to successfully return the ball.

For the children's returns, Nan Feng can catch them even with his eyes closed. He deliberately controls the strength and landing point of each return, sending every ball smoothly to Lu Sheng. However, when Lu Sheng returns the ball, he does so with great force, putting all his effort into each shot

Lu Sheng felt somewhat dejected, "I am too foolish"

"Have you not eaten enough?" Nan Feng inquired

Xu Zhiyao exclaimed, "I just ran sixty-two laps!"

Indeed, one must take a fresh look!

As Lu Sheng stepped onto the court, she involuntarily felt a surge of tension. Her legs parted, her body slightly crouched, and her hands tightly gripped the racket, fixated on the opponent, Nan Feng.

The south wind inquired, "How long have you been studying?"

Then, Nan Feng stepped down and let Lu Sheng take the stage to spar with Xu Zhi Yao. The two children fought in a standard manner, while Nan Feng watched from the side, promptly pointing out the flaws in Lu Sheng's movements, which Lu Sheng corrected quickly. Nan Feng nodded secretly; if she really only learned to that extent in three months, then one could hardly imagine what their previous coach must have been like.

Ah? Good

What kind of fool is willing to spend a lot of money to dig up another fool ... The south wind is truly incomprehensible.

A somewhat youthful female voice came from the sidelines, clear and full of energy: "Hmm!"

After several rounds, Nan Feng discovered that Xu Zhiyao had a good sense of the ball, with coordinated movements of various body parts and a smooth power chain. The only drawback was that his hitting power was somewhat lacking.

The south wind did not retaliate; he gently raised his hand, and the rapidly flying ball dove into his palm like a docile little bird

Hmm? How was it changed

He is still brooding over it

It continued like this for quite a while, until the south wind called for a stop

The south wind, however, no longer paid any attention. He handed the racket to Lu Sheng, "Let's go, let me see your skill."

The preparatory posture is entirely correct

Will being left-handed be a problem? She was somewhat worried and cautiously glanced at him, only to find that his face bore no expression, as he quietly looked at her. The sky gradually darkened, and his pair of eyes resembled the early-rising Venus. She could not fathom his preferences, so she carefully considered her words and replied truthfully, "I was when I was young, but I changed later."

It has been three months

Then the south wind played a few balls with her again, but Lu Sheng still could not change—some mistakes were instinctive, and by the time she realized it, it was already too late

After Xu Zhiyao finished running, he felt that the end of the world was nothing compared to this. He squatted down to take a rest, but Nan Feng directly lifted him up, saying, "Don't squat, get up and walk a few steps."

Is this still available

Where did that coach go later

Lu Sheng unconsciously licked her lips, feeling a bit happy yet somewhat shy

As he spoke, Lu Sheng nodded in agreement

Xu Zhiyao shook his head, "No."

The south wind found it a bit unbearable, "Xu Zhiyao, get up and pick up the ball with Lu Sheng."

He tossed the tennis ball onto the ground, and the racket gently tapped the fluffy little ball, his demeanor quite relaxed. Upon seeing Lu Sheng across from him looking as if facing a formidable enemy, he couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing, "You don't need to be so nervous."

These two were singing in harmony, and Xu Zhiyao exclaimed: "What does that mean? How could I possibly run ten more laps? Oh my god..."

Xu Zhiyao once again looked bewildered like an alpaca, "What is wrist flicking?"

Xu Zhiyao has been learning for more than two years, and his skills in playing are much more proficient than Lu Sheng's. The sparring with Nan Feng, who has no offensive power, appears to Xu Zhiyao as child's play, and he plays very relaxed.

Xu Zhiyao opened her mouth in surprise

The south wind sent the tennis ball towards Lu Sheng with a very low speed, and Lu Sheng successfully caught it, swiftly returning it with a powerful stroke