When they first met, both were the most outstanding young talents on the team. Sun Yingsha played with a style as sharp as a drawn sword;
her smashes carried an unyielding tenacity, and her small frame housed a power capable of moving mountains and rivers. Wang Chuqin was like a drawn bow,
his forehand strokes fluid and smooth, bursting with formidable power, and his occasional
impatience masked an unquenchable thirst for victory. Their first time partnering in doubles was fraught with awkwardness;
the silence that hung between them after mistakes could have chilled the entire training hall. The coach patted the table and told them
to communicate. Sun Yingsha clutched her racket, her cheeks flushing red, while Wang Chuqin muttered quietly,
“I can’t get a handle on your rhythm.”
他们更是彼此最了解的对手。
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