Dimensional Magic Skills of Net King System

Chapter 7 A match?
Jiang Yinling is really good at cooking, the table is full of all kinds of dishes, and people who don't know it think they have hired a chef.

When Jiang Yinling brought the last dish to the table, Jiang Fengyan's mouth was already wide open, speechless in surprise.

"Sister Yinling, are you so good at cooking?"

After Jiang Yinling washed her hands, she came out of the kitchen and took off her purple cross check apron with a smile.

"Of course, I usually cook at home. I'm very confident. Try it."

Jiang Fengyan picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks, and after chewing it for a while, it was so delicious that he couldn't help but shed tears of happiness.

"Really delicious."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Fengyan noticed the chili powder next to Jiang Yinling, and asked curiously, "Do you like chili very much?"

Jiang Yinling pouted and said, "Yeah."

As he said that, Jiang Fengyan saw that Jiang Yinling poured most of the chili powder into her own porcelain bowl, which stained the big white rice red.

Afterwards, the dishes she picked up were stirred in the chili powder for a while before they were put into the ruddy little mouth.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Fengyan swallowed his saliva and asked, "Isn't it spicy?"

Jiang Yinling chewed the food, shook her head, and said vaguely, "It's not spicy at all, it's very fragrant."

Looking at her, she looked happy, she seemed to be super delicious, and Jiang Fengyan also had an urge to try it.

So, following Jiang Yinling's example, Jiang Fengyan stirred the sandwiched vegetables in the chili powder and put them in his mouth.

Chew it down in one bite, as if swallowing flames in his mouth.

Jiang Fengyan started from his neck, as if it had been painted, and quickly turned red, all the way to his face.

His forehead was dripping with sweat, Jiang Fengyan blushed, jumped up, and rushed directly into the kitchen.

Turned the tap on and started rinsing his mouth with that icy water.

After a long time, Jiang Fengyan wiped off the sweat on his body with a damp cloth, blushed, sucked in the cold air non-stop, walked out of the kitchen hissingly, and sat on the sofa in a state of exhaustion.

"Are you okay? Feng Yan."

Jiang Fengyan glanced at Jiang Yinling with some fear, shook his head and said, "Fortunately, it didn't kill me."

Jiang Yinling tilted her head, looked at Jiang Fengyan puzzledly with her big eyes blinking, and said puzzledly, "I think it's okay, it's not so spicy."

Seeing Jiang Yinling stir the dish in the chili powder again, put it in her mouth, chew and swallow it slowly, with a happy expression on her face, this made Jiang Fengyan shiver involuntarily, thinking that this is really terrible.

Finally, after the two finished eating, Jiang Yinling was ready to wash the dishes.

Jiang Fengyan hurried over and said with a smile, "Leave the washing to me. After all, I can't do nothing."

Jiang Yinling glanced at Jiang Fengyan, and instead of refusing, she nodded with a smile.

Jiang Fengyan was washing dishes in the kitchen. Jiang Yinling was watching TV, and from time to time, she shifted her gaze to Jiang Fengyan who was washing dishes in the kitchen.

"It feels like Fengyan has changed back to its original form. Although I don't know what happened, it's great to be able to do this."

Eight years ago, their relationship was very good.

Although they didn't talk to each other much during these eight years, Jiang Yinling has been silently watching him.

"Well now, he seems to be freed from the shadow of that incident."

Thinking of this, Jiang Yinling felt very happy.And I vowed in my heart that I must try my best to show my gentle side in the future, and not remind him of me with brute force.

Jiang Fengyan was still happy while washing the dishes.

Unexpectedly, in this world, I have a childhood sweetheart, and she is such a beautiful and gentle lady with glasses. Although she is a bit stronger and her taste is a bit stronger, it is not a problem.

"From now on, in front of her, I will try my best to be gentle and kind, and never let him see my bad side."

Thinking so in my heart, after a while, all the dishes and chopsticks were washed.

Jiang Fengyan returned to the living room, and sat next to Jiang Yinling. The two of them watched TV and chatted by the way.

The two sat so close that Jiang Fengyan could smell the fragrance of her body. From time to time, he secretly glanced at Jiang Yinling. He felt that this girl with glasses was really in good shape.

It would be nice if he wore less clothes, Jiang Fengyan felt that this was the only shortcoming.

Just when Jiang Fengyan was thinking wildly, Jiang Yinling suddenly turned her head to look at Jiang Fengyan, and said with a smile, "How about we go for a walk?"

Jiang Fengyan agreed without thinking about it: "Okay."

The two left the room and came to the community downstairs, walking on the streets of the community.

"This community is still the same as before, with many children."

As Jiang Yinling said, she reached out and took Jiang Fengyan's arm.

This action made Jiang Fengyan's heart start to thump and beat faster.

Because his arms were tightly pressed against Jiang Yinling's chest, which felt soft and comfortable.

Jiang Fengyan nodded contentedly and said, "Yes."

"By the way, Yinling, I seem to have heard that you gave up going to college, why?"

Jiang Fengyan said suddenly, it was also because this memory came to mind at this time.

"I have a job."

Jiang Yinling blinked playfully.

"It's so powerful, what kind of job is it?"

Jiang Fengyan asked curiously, feeling a little scared, it must be that kind of job.

But immediately, Jiang Fengyan scolded himself fiercely in his heart, where did he go!

"Secret, you will know later."

Jiang Yinling said, pointing to the distance and said: "Let's go there."

Jiang Fengyan nodded, but he was thinking in his heart, what kind of job is this lady with glasses doing?
Soon after, they came to the park of the community. In this park, there was a tennis court.

On the tennis court, two people are playing a tennis match, and more than a dozen people are watching the match.

"There are people playing tennis over there, let's go and see."

Jiang Fengyan suggested.

Jiang Yinling was taken aback and asked, "Do you want to watch a tennis match?"

"what happened?"

As soon as Jiang Fengyan opened his mouth, he regretted it a little. Jiang Fengyan here is obviously very afraid of tennis. Why is he now showing that he is very interested in tennis? Doesn't this make Jiang Yinling suspicious?

But unexpectedly, not only did Jiang Yinling not doubt it, she was so moved that she almost cried.

"Fengyan, you really came out of that shadow, that's great."

With that said, Jiang Yinling tightly hugged Jiang Fengyan in her arms, and Jiang Fengyan's face was pressed against his chest by her, making him almost out of breath. He wanted to struggle, but because of her strength, he couldn't do anything.

Just when Jiang Fengyan was about to suffocate, Jiang Yinling let go of her hand, took Jiang Fengyan's hand and ran towards the tennis court.

"Come on, let's go to the tennis match."

Being dragged to the side of the tennis court by Jiang Yinling, the people watching the match turned their eyes over in an instant. After seeing this proud girl with glasses, they couldn't look away anymore.

At the same time, they started talking in low voices.

"Look, left, left, left."

"A beauty appeared, a peerless beauty!"

"Wow, really, but it seems that the famous flower has found its owner."

With that said, these boys all turned their hostile and jealous eyes to Jiang Fengyan.

Noticing the envy of these boys, Jiang Fengyan felt a sense of pride and superiority spontaneously, and instantly felt that he had grown a lot taller.

But it was only for a moment, after that, he turned his eyes to the arena.

On the court, the two teenagers who were playing tennis looked to be about the same age as Jiang Fengyan, and they should also be high school students.

One of them is wearing a white sweatshirt and knee-length shorts. His hair is not long, but it is neat. It looks square, like a square. He holds a tennis racket in his right hand and keeps catching the ball at the bottom line. He is a player who prefers the bottom line to defend and counterattack.

The other is wearing a red T-shirt, wearing a peaked cap, and holding the racket in his right hand. He looks a little thinner, but he is more flexible.

The level of these two people is similar, and in Jiang Fengyan's view, their strength is in the middle and lower. Of course, Jiang Fengyan counts those professional players together, so their strength is not weak.

"The two of them are very powerful, do you know each other?"

Jiang Fengyan smiled and asked those who watched the game. Those people looked at Jiang Fengyan indifferently, cut him off, and ignored him at all.

Jiang Fengyan's eyelids twitched, and he was very unhappy with their attitude, but because Jiang Yinling was by his side, he couldn't get angry, so he had to smile, gritted his teeth and turned his eyes to the arena again.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Yinling knew that Jiang Fengyan's face was a bit uneasy, so she approached Jiang Fengyan quietly, and whispered in his ear: "The boy in the T-shirt is called Zhou Huashang, and the boy in the white short-sleeved shirt is called Yang Kerui. They are both official players of the Tennis Club of Xinle University."

Jiang Fengyan turned around, looked at Jiang Yinling and asked in confusion, "How do you know them?"

Jiang Yinling smiled and said, "Because this is my job."

"Work?"

"That's right, my job is to be the head coach of the men's and women's tennis teams at Xinle High School."

"What, you are the head coach of the tennis department hired by Xinle High School?"

Jiang Fengyan was really taken aback. Although Jiang Yinling was indeed a tennis genius in his memory, he never expected that Jiang Yinling would become the head coach of the tennis club of Xinle High School!
Jiang Yinling smiled, narrowed her eyes, and nodded.

After glancing at Jiang Yinling, Jiang Fengyan smiled wretchedly and said, "Since this is the case, I can go through the back door if I want to enter the men's tennis club."

Hearing this, Jiang Yinling's expression turned serious, and she said seriously: "No, you must participate in the tennis club's entry knockout round."

"Entry to the knockout round?"

"That's right, the weekend of the second week of every new semester is the day when the club entrance knockout competition starts. I'll just help you sign up, but you still have to participate in the competition. After all, it's been eight years, and I don't know your current strength."

Jiang Fengyan didn't feel disappointed after hearing this. After all, with his own strength, he didn't need to go through the back door at all, because Jiang Fengyan was still very confident about tennis.

"In that case, shall we have a match?"

(End of this chapter)