Bunch of grass
33. Tennis events
Fengling sat quietly by the flower bed, with her arms around her knees, looking up at the night sky, the stars were twinkling, surrounded by a crescent moon, a gust of cold wind came, with the breath of soil, "swish" into the neck, Feng Ling quickly stretched out her hand to close her neckline, jumped down from the flower bed, turned around, but saw a familiar figure standing not far away, she was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said: "Mr. Xingcun, it's so late and I haven't slept yet ah?"
"I'll be asleep in a while." The young man with violet hair stepped forward and said with a faint smile, "How is Feng Sang recently?"
"Huh?" Feng Ling was stunned again, she looked up at the man standing in front of her, because his back was facing the light, so the expression on his face was not very clear, she raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and said, "It's good , good teeth, good appetite, good sleep, delicious food."
Yukimura was amused by the wind chimes, and looked at the wind chimes with violet eyes, and said, "We haven't seen each other since we graduated from high school."
"Yeah, it's been about seven or eight years." Fengling nodded, "After graduation, Yukimura-kun went to Tokyo University, and I went to Osaka University."
"What kind of work is Feng Sang doing now?"
"Doing advertising planning in a clothing design company."
"Advertising plan?" Yukimura was slightly taken aback,
"Yes. Is Yukimura-kun interested in shooting an advertisement for us?" Feng Ling tilted her head and looked at Yukimura, "With Yukimura-kun's appearance and figure, the effect of the shooting must be very good, and the sales volume of that season is absolutely terrible. Bass up."
"Hehe... In Feng Sang's eyes, is that how I have a sales guarantee?"
"The product produced by the Son of God is naturally guaranteed."
"Son of God?" Yukimura's eyes darkened slightly, and then he smiled, "In the third year of high school, I participated in the National Painting and Calligraphy Competition, and Feng Sang also said so, but that time you were the guarantee of the Art Department of Lihai University High School."
Feng Ling stared blankly at Yukimura, the handsome face hidden in the shadows was unclear, she lowered her head to look at the tip of her shoe, raised her hand to touch her nose, and said with a smile: "Mr. Yukimura, life is life with regrets."
"...Yeah." Yukimura chuckled, "I'm going back first, does Fengsang want to go together?"
Facing Yukimura's invitation, Fuling shook her head without thinking: "I'll stay for a while."
Yukimura nodded slightly at Furin, turned and left.
Watching Yukimura's figure disappear at the gate, Fuling let out a long breath and raised his hand to wipe the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead. Talking to such a person is really tiring.
"What? Are you lamenting that he is your pity?" A clear voice came from behind.
Feng Ling trembled in fright, turned her head, and a black figure flashed out from behind the flower bed. She took a closer look and patted her chest: "It's Long Yajun? Why are you here?"
Long Ya walked up to Feng Ling, raised her eyebrows slightly: "I can't be here?"
"Eh?" Feng Ling was stunned, why did this person speak in a weird way today, she pursed her lips and said, "That's not what I meant..."
"Anossa, will you come to our tennis match tomorrow?" Long Ya interrupted Feng Ling and said.
Feng Ling frowned slightly, but finally nodded: "Come."
"Okay, see you tomorrow. Go to bed early tonight, don't regret anything." Long Ya turned around, waved her hand with her back to the wind chime, walked around the flower bed, and walked into the villa.
Feng Ling stared dumbfounded at the disappearance of Long Ya's figure, she blinked her eyes, raised her hand and rubbed her arms, the weather was really cold, probably Long Yajun's brain was frozen.
"Ah Choo..." Long Ya sneezed loudly after entering the door. He rubbed his nose, and from the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the violet-haired youth standing in the corridor on the second floor. , Yukimura-kun, are you still awake this late?"
"Getting ready for bed." Yukimura nodded, "Senior Ryuya, please give me your advice for tomorrow's match."
"Yes, yes... a happy cooperation." Long Ya raised her brows and said.
"Good night then."
"Good night."
The sun shines on the floor of the indoor tennis court through the glass windows, fine dust dances in the pale golden sunlight, Feng Ling sits on the stand holding a drawing board with a sketchbook in it, and as soon as she turns a page, she feels a burst of excitement. The shadow came over, she raised her head, and bumped into a pair of amber phoenix eyes, she couldn't help but be taken aback, only to see the man raised his eyebrows slightly, and said: "Remember to make me look handsome."
Feng Ling pursed her lips, smiled and said nothing.
"I'm playing doubles with someone else today." Long Ya turned the tennis racket in her hand.
"Eh? Doubles?" Feng Ling was stunned. This person who has always been a maverick would actually form a doubles with someone else?The sun is coming out from the west today, right?Feng Ling subconsciously turned her head to look west of the tennis court.
"What are you looking at?" A chestnut hit his head, Feng Ling shrank his neck, looked away, and looked at Long Ya who was carrying a tennis racket on his shoulder, "Don't believe I can play doubles?"
Feng Ling quickly shook her head in denial, for fear that the next shudder would fall on her head again.
"Hmph, then show me carefully." Long Ya frowned again, turned and walked into the tennis court.
Feng Ling pursed her lips and smiled, turned the sketchbook to a blank page, looked up at the court, Long Ya and Echizen stood on both sides of the net, Feng Ling was taken aback, isn't it two of them playing doubles?On second thought, yes, if two professional golfers form a team, even if they don't cooperate tacitly, it will still be stronger than the doubles team formed by two amateur players. As far as she knows, among the seven players here, there is doubles experience. There were a lot of people, but Echizen Ryuya was definitely excluded, and as for Echizen Ryoma, when Fuling heard from Tezuka Yunxi about his first doubles with a certain peach man, she didn't have any hope.At this time, a man with violet hair walked into the field and stood beside Long Ya.
"Eh?" Feng Ling was taken aback.
"Huh? Brother Jingshi and senior Longya are playing doubles?" Feng Xiyan, who was sitting by the side, looked at the court with a surprised face.
"Brother Genichiro and Team Ryoma?" Zhanlan held a water glass and stared blankly at Sanada who walked beside Echizen.
"Hehe...an interesting combination, isn't it? Fengsang." Fuji walked to his wife, raised his brows and eyes slightly, and said with a smile.
"Uh...probably..." Feng Ling's mouth twitched slightly, and she lowered her head to look at the sketchbook.
One is unrestrained, the other is calm, two men with very different personalities stand together, but they also have a different taste. Xingmura stands in the backcourt, raises his hand to catch the capture net, and turns to look at Long Ya who is also standing in the backcourt , smiled slightly, and asked, "Senior Long Ya also plays in the backcourt?"
"I prefer to stand at the back." Long Ya turned the racket in her hand and said with a twitch of her mouth.
"Okay, then I'll play the front court." Yukimura smiled and walked to the front court.
Looking at Yukimura's back, Long Ya raised her hand to touch her chin. What would happen if this little yellow ball accidentally kissed the back of that person's head when serving the ball?Well... It can only show that the person is too careless, and has nothing to do with his golf skills.It's just... Long Ya turned her head to look at Feng Ling who was sitting on the stand with her head lowered and her eyes drawing something, after thinking about it, she still gave up this idea.
"Hey, serve." Standing on the opposite side of the court, Echizen raised his chin and said.
"Hey, Ryoma, are you in such a hurry to die?" Long Ya raised the corner of her mouth slightly, took out a tennis ball from her trouser pocket, weighed it in her hand, threw it into the air, bent her knees and jumped up, aiming at the tennis ball after reaching the highest point. The yellow ball that was in free fall swung the racket, and the yellow ball flew towards the opponent's court like an arrow off the string.
"Cut, Madamadadane." Yueqian ran two steps forward and collided with Sanada who was standing in the position of receiving the ball. The ball bounced and flew away under their noses.
"That's right, Madamadadane." Longya said with a raised arc at the corner of his mouth, looking at his younger brother and Sanada who were getting up from the ground in a hurry.
"Echizen, I should catch the serve." Sanada pressed the peaked cap on his head and said in a deep voice, "It's really too lax."
"I'm sorry, Sanada-senpai." Echizen patted the dust off his body, looked up at his elder brother who was gloating on his face and Yukimura who was smiling lightly, and pursed his mouth, "Serve."
"Okay." Yukimura turned his head and glanced at Longya, Longya retreated to the side knowingly, Yukimura went to the back court, threw the ball, jumped up, swung his racket, hit the ball, his clothes fluttered, showing no fat With her waist and fair skin, Long Ya frowned, and subconsciously looked at Feng Ling, and saw that she was still drawing with her head down, he was relieved, and only heard an exclamation, "Senior Long Ya, ball. "
Long Ya turned his head, the yellow ball landed not far from him, bounced away, he raised his hand to touch his nose, coughed lightly, turned around pretending to be nothing had happened and picked up the tennis ball that rolled out of the court, Rubbing on the clothes: "Ah, the ball is too slippery. Well, that's it."
"Hehe..." Yukimura chuckled and turned his head to look elsewhere.
"You still have lots more to work on." Echizen gave Longya a white look, stood in the backcourt, and snorted.
Sanada raised his hand and pressed the brim of his hat, but did not speak.
Long Ya glanced at the scoreboard on the sidelines, turned to look at his younger brother opposite, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Hey, Ryoma, look after me." Throwing the ball, swinging the racket, he hit the ball on the opposite court, Sanada swung the racket Hitting the ball back, the ball landed on the ground in the right half and bounced. Long Ya made a beautiful counterattack. Sanada turned sideways to avoid the high-speed flying tennis ball. After receiving the impact from the racket, he slid through a beautiful arc in the air and hit the middle of the court impartially.
Long Ya was taken aback, looked up at Yukimura, nodded, and ran forward a few steps, only to see that the tennis ball that fell on the ground did not bounce to the backcourt as usual, but flew towards Yukimura instead, Long Ya He jumped in vain, slipped his feet, and jumped forward, and the racket in his hand also flew out.
As soon as Yukimura hit the ball back, he felt a murderous aura coming from the back of his head. He turned sideways slightly based on his intuition, and saw the red racket that originally belonged to Echizen Ryuya flew past his nose and hit the net. With lingering fear in his heart, he turned his head to look at Long Ya who was standing on the ground beating the dust off his clothes, and the tennis ball that flew to his feet and bounced.
Long Ya coughed, picked up the tennis ball and stuffed it into her trouser pocket, walked to the net as if nothing had happened, bent down to pick up the racket, then turned to look at the married women outside the court who were laughing happily, and caught a glimpse of Feng Ling's face showing Concerned, the corner of his mouth raised slightly, he raised his foot and rubbed the ground with the sole of his shoe, rubbed his nose, and walked to the backcourt.
"Are you all right? Senior Longya." Yukimura, who was about to serve in the backcourt, asked with concern. He didn't see clearly what happened behind him.
"It's nothing." Long Ya glanced at Yukimura and shook his head.
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"I'll be asleep in a while." The young man with violet hair stepped forward and said with a faint smile, "How is Feng Sang recently?"
"Huh?" Feng Ling was stunned again, she looked up at the man standing in front of her, because his back was facing the light, so the expression on his face was not very clear, she raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and said, "It's good , good teeth, good appetite, good sleep, delicious food."
Yukimura was amused by the wind chimes, and looked at the wind chimes with violet eyes, and said, "We haven't seen each other since we graduated from high school."
"Yeah, it's been about seven or eight years." Fengling nodded, "After graduation, Yukimura-kun went to Tokyo University, and I went to Osaka University."
"What kind of work is Feng Sang doing now?"
"Doing advertising planning in a clothing design company."
"Advertising plan?" Yukimura was slightly taken aback,
"Yes. Is Yukimura-kun interested in shooting an advertisement for us?" Feng Ling tilted her head and looked at Yukimura, "With Yukimura-kun's appearance and figure, the effect of the shooting must be very good, and the sales volume of that season is absolutely terrible. Bass up."
"Hehe... In Feng Sang's eyes, is that how I have a sales guarantee?"
"The product produced by the Son of God is naturally guaranteed."
"Son of God?" Yukimura's eyes darkened slightly, and then he smiled, "In the third year of high school, I participated in the National Painting and Calligraphy Competition, and Feng Sang also said so, but that time you were the guarantee of the Art Department of Lihai University High School."
Feng Ling stared blankly at Yukimura, the handsome face hidden in the shadows was unclear, she lowered her head to look at the tip of her shoe, raised her hand to touch her nose, and said with a smile: "Mr. Yukimura, life is life with regrets."
"...Yeah." Yukimura chuckled, "I'm going back first, does Fengsang want to go together?"
Facing Yukimura's invitation, Fuling shook her head without thinking: "I'll stay for a while."
Yukimura nodded slightly at Furin, turned and left.
Watching Yukimura's figure disappear at the gate, Fuling let out a long breath and raised his hand to wipe the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead. Talking to such a person is really tiring.
"What? Are you lamenting that he is your pity?" A clear voice came from behind.
Feng Ling trembled in fright, turned her head, and a black figure flashed out from behind the flower bed. She took a closer look and patted her chest: "It's Long Yajun? Why are you here?"
Long Ya walked up to Feng Ling, raised her eyebrows slightly: "I can't be here?"
"Eh?" Feng Ling was stunned, why did this person speak in a weird way today, she pursed her lips and said, "That's not what I meant..."
"Anossa, will you come to our tennis match tomorrow?" Long Ya interrupted Feng Ling and said.
Feng Ling frowned slightly, but finally nodded: "Come."
"Okay, see you tomorrow. Go to bed early tonight, don't regret anything." Long Ya turned around, waved her hand with her back to the wind chime, walked around the flower bed, and walked into the villa.
Feng Ling stared dumbfounded at the disappearance of Long Ya's figure, she blinked her eyes, raised her hand and rubbed her arms, the weather was really cold, probably Long Yajun's brain was frozen.
"Ah Choo..." Long Ya sneezed loudly after entering the door. He rubbed his nose, and from the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the violet-haired youth standing in the corridor on the second floor. , Yukimura-kun, are you still awake this late?"
"Getting ready for bed." Yukimura nodded, "Senior Ryuya, please give me your advice for tomorrow's match."
"Yes, yes... a happy cooperation." Long Ya raised her brows and said.
"Good night then."
"Good night."
The sun shines on the floor of the indoor tennis court through the glass windows, fine dust dances in the pale golden sunlight, Feng Ling sits on the stand holding a drawing board with a sketchbook in it, and as soon as she turns a page, she feels a burst of excitement. The shadow came over, she raised her head, and bumped into a pair of amber phoenix eyes, she couldn't help but be taken aback, only to see the man raised his eyebrows slightly, and said: "Remember to make me look handsome."
Feng Ling pursed her lips, smiled and said nothing.
"I'm playing doubles with someone else today." Long Ya turned the tennis racket in her hand.
"Eh? Doubles?" Feng Ling was stunned. This person who has always been a maverick would actually form a doubles with someone else?The sun is coming out from the west today, right?Feng Ling subconsciously turned her head to look west of the tennis court.
"What are you looking at?" A chestnut hit his head, Feng Ling shrank his neck, looked away, and looked at Long Ya who was carrying a tennis racket on his shoulder, "Don't believe I can play doubles?"
Feng Ling quickly shook her head in denial, for fear that the next shudder would fall on her head again.
"Hmph, then show me carefully." Long Ya frowned again, turned and walked into the tennis court.
Feng Ling pursed her lips and smiled, turned the sketchbook to a blank page, looked up at the court, Long Ya and Echizen stood on both sides of the net, Feng Ling was taken aback, isn't it two of them playing doubles?On second thought, yes, if two professional golfers form a team, even if they don't cooperate tacitly, it will still be stronger than the doubles team formed by two amateur players. As far as she knows, among the seven players here, there is doubles experience. There were a lot of people, but Echizen Ryuya was definitely excluded, and as for Echizen Ryoma, when Fuling heard from Tezuka Yunxi about his first doubles with a certain peach man, she didn't have any hope.At this time, a man with violet hair walked into the field and stood beside Long Ya.
"Eh?" Feng Ling was taken aback.
"Huh? Brother Jingshi and senior Longya are playing doubles?" Feng Xiyan, who was sitting by the side, looked at the court with a surprised face.
"Brother Genichiro and Team Ryoma?" Zhanlan held a water glass and stared blankly at Sanada who walked beside Echizen.
"Hehe...an interesting combination, isn't it? Fengsang." Fuji walked to his wife, raised his brows and eyes slightly, and said with a smile.
"Uh...probably..." Feng Ling's mouth twitched slightly, and she lowered her head to look at the sketchbook.
One is unrestrained, the other is calm, two men with very different personalities stand together, but they also have a different taste. Xingmura stands in the backcourt, raises his hand to catch the capture net, and turns to look at Long Ya who is also standing in the backcourt , smiled slightly, and asked, "Senior Long Ya also plays in the backcourt?"
"I prefer to stand at the back." Long Ya turned the racket in her hand and said with a twitch of her mouth.
"Okay, then I'll play the front court." Yukimura smiled and walked to the front court.
Looking at Yukimura's back, Long Ya raised her hand to touch her chin. What would happen if this little yellow ball accidentally kissed the back of that person's head when serving the ball?Well... It can only show that the person is too careless, and has nothing to do with his golf skills.It's just... Long Ya turned her head to look at Feng Ling who was sitting on the stand with her head lowered and her eyes drawing something, after thinking about it, she still gave up this idea.
"Hey, serve." Standing on the opposite side of the court, Echizen raised his chin and said.
"Hey, Ryoma, are you in such a hurry to die?" Long Ya raised the corner of her mouth slightly, took out a tennis ball from her trouser pocket, weighed it in her hand, threw it into the air, bent her knees and jumped up, aiming at the tennis ball after reaching the highest point. The yellow ball that was in free fall swung the racket, and the yellow ball flew towards the opponent's court like an arrow off the string.
"Cut, Madamadadane." Yueqian ran two steps forward and collided with Sanada who was standing in the position of receiving the ball. The ball bounced and flew away under their noses.
"That's right, Madamadadane." Longya said with a raised arc at the corner of his mouth, looking at his younger brother and Sanada who were getting up from the ground in a hurry.
"Echizen, I should catch the serve." Sanada pressed the peaked cap on his head and said in a deep voice, "It's really too lax."
"I'm sorry, Sanada-senpai." Echizen patted the dust off his body, looked up at his elder brother who was gloating on his face and Yukimura who was smiling lightly, and pursed his mouth, "Serve."
"Okay." Yukimura turned his head and glanced at Longya, Longya retreated to the side knowingly, Yukimura went to the back court, threw the ball, jumped up, swung his racket, hit the ball, his clothes fluttered, showing no fat With her waist and fair skin, Long Ya frowned, and subconsciously looked at Feng Ling, and saw that she was still drawing with her head down, he was relieved, and only heard an exclamation, "Senior Long Ya, ball. "
Long Ya turned his head, the yellow ball landed not far from him, bounced away, he raised his hand to touch his nose, coughed lightly, turned around pretending to be nothing had happened and picked up the tennis ball that rolled out of the court, Rubbing on the clothes: "Ah, the ball is too slippery. Well, that's it."
"Hehe..." Yukimura chuckled and turned his head to look elsewhere.
"You still have lots more to work on." Echizen gave Longya a white look, stood in the backcourt, and snorted.
Sanada raised his hand and pressed the brim of his hat, but did not speak.
Long Ya glanced at the scoreboard on the sidelines, turned to look at his younger brother opposite, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Hey, Ryoma, look after me." Throwing the ball, swinging the racket, he hit the ball on the opposite court, Sanada swung the racket Hitting the ball back, the ball landed on the ground in the right half and bounced. Long Ya made a beautiful counterattack. Sanada turned sideways to avoid the high-speed flying tennis ball. After receiving the impact from the racket, he slid through a beautiful arc in the air and hit the middle of the court impartially.
Long Ya was taken aback, looked up at Yukimura, nodded, and ran forward a few steps, only to see that the tennis ball that fell on the ground did not bounce to the backcourt as usual, but flew towards Yukimura instead, Long Ya He jumped in vain, slipped his feet, and jumped forward, and the racket in his hand also flew out.
As soon as Yukimura hit the ball back, he felt a murderous aura coming from the back of his head. He turned sideways slightly based on his intuition, and saw the red racket that originally belonged to Echizen Ryuya flew past his nose and hit the net. With lingering fear in his heart, he turned his head to look at Long Ya who was standing on the ground beating the dust off his clothes, and the tennis ball that flew to his feet and bounced.
Long Ya coughed, picked up the tennis ball and stuffed it into her trouser pocket, walked to the net as if nothing had happened, bent down to pick up the racket, then turned to look at the married women outside the court who were laughing happily, and caught a glimpse of Feng Ling's face showing Concerned, the corner of his mouth raised slightly, he raised his foot and rubbed the ground with the sole of his shoe, rubbed his nose, and walked to the backcourt.
"Are you all right? Senior Longya." Yukimura, who was about to serve in the backcourt, asked with concern. He didn't see clearly what happened behind him.
"It's nothing." Long Ya glanced at Yukimura and shook his head.
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