net volley

Cut serve!

Shen Ruo'an's serving speed is not fast due to his size, but when serving the ball, there is no unnecessary movement, and the ball directly lands in the effective area.

Hou Peicheng, who was completely casually pulling someone to warm up with a casual mentality, was stunned. He didn't expect the opponent to make this move, and kept looking at Shen Ruo'an who was opposite him with a casual attitude of catching the ball.

The serve just now seemed simple, but it was indeed a very standardized cut serve!

Hou Peicheng smiled and shouted to the opposite side: "Hey! Kid! Can you play tennis? The serve just now was a bit weak!"

Shen Ruo'an was very unimpressed with this title, so he glanced at Hou Peicheng and walked to the net with the racket.

"My first time playing ball."

Hou Peicheng thought the other party was joking: "Cut, who are you lying to! Since we can play, how about we have a game?"

Shen Ruo'an looked calm, his mentality had been adjusted, and there was no trace of a joke on his serious face. He didn't answer the other party's intention, and hit the other two tender green balls in his trouser pocket back to Hou Peicheng with a racket.

"Give it back to you."

Steadily catching the thrown ball with his forehand, Hou Peicheng saw that the kid turned and left, and he had already put his racket on the big racket bag.

"Hey! How can you just walk away, and you still want to play a game with me!"

Shen Ruo'an, who was standing at the entrance of the tennis court, turned his head and looked at it indifferently, and said straightforwardly, "No."

Ever since, Shen Ruo'an went back to the classroom with the trash can that said Class [-] ([-]) of junior high school.

Hou Peicheng, who had a fat face like a baby, stood alone on the tennis court of Nuoda University and slapped himself on the head with a racket, saying to himself: "The students in Huakun Middle School are so good, they can't hide it, but Why didn't I hear them mention that there is a junior high school student with such regular movements in school, I must ask Li Yuefei carefully later, it's too bad, I even asked his name..."

"Monkey, why did you come here, we should go back to school!"

Hou Peicheng, who was muttering alone, saw his companions coming over, put one hand on the tennis pole, jumped up slightly with both feet, jumped over the tennis belt, and walked towards his companions.

Hou Peicheng is a member of the tennis school team of Xinming Middle School. Due to the close relationship between the leaders of the two schools, three days later (that is, Friday afternoon) their school will have a tennis team friendly match with Huakun Middle School. Today is Huakun Middle School and Xinming Middle School. Ming Middle School basketball team game, so the coach temporarily decided to ask the captain to bring them over to adapt to the venue here.

As a result, everyone followed the coach to watch the game in the indoor basketball court. He was not very interested in basketball, so he ran outside to find a tennis court, and then met a kid who was taking out the trash. Hey, what a wonderful encounter, but it’s a pity...

However, the tennis courts at Huakun Middle School are pretty good.

"team leader!"

The crew-cut Li Yuefei, who is called the captain by the monkey, does not quite match his name. The name is soft and beautiful, but his appearance is obviously domineering. He is a boy who makes girls look very secure. He is about 1.7 meters eight.

The captain patted Hou Peicheng's head with his big hand: "You kid actually ran out to practice secretly without saying a word?"

"Captain! I'm not here to monitor the enemy's situation for everyone. There is no credit but hard work."

Standing behind him was a boy about 1.7 meters tall. His soft, broken hair was attached to his forehead obediently. The corners of his mouth curled up and he smiled at Peicheng, "Monkey, have you found any enemy situation that is beneficial to our team?"

Hou Peicheng touched the back of his head and smiled at everyone: "Actually, no, hey! But the captain, just now I met a kid who was playing a standard cut serve for the first time!"

"Kid?" He Yu, a boy with broken hair, winked at Hou Peicheng, "What kind of kid?"

"It's just a strange kid who said he was playing for the first time even though his serve was very good." He rubbed his head, puzzled.

Later, Hou Peicheng walked to the gate of Huakun Middle School, talking and laughing with them with his big bag on his back. The basketball team members and their other teammates were already waiting on the school bus. They had already come to the net before the basketball game. They have tried their hands on the court, and they are extremely adaptable. In fact, they don't need to go this way at all. It's just a friendly match.

Shen Ruoan returned home with his schoolbag on his back after completing his tasks, his hands still trembled after holding the racket, his excitement was calmed down in the quiet classroom, walking on the quiet school road, he kept his head down and thought about continuing to play tennis matters.

Since he wants to play tennis again, he must formulate a plan that is beneficial to him.

First of all, the physical strength is not enough, the body is very good but has not been exercised normally, how to play the complicated skills from the beginning of the body that has never been in contact with tennis before is a kind of injury to the growing body, and may also be left behind in the future. The sequelae.

To make full use of tennis skills, you must first practice the basic skills, serve, hit the ball, and hold the racket. !

When he was injured a while ago, he considered whether to continue tennis. Today, at the moment when he held the ball, he recognized himself so clearly. It was his heart knot that he could not play after the injury. He could only do it as a coach. In contact with tennis, in fact, for so many years, he longed to stand on the tennis court like a dry land longing for the rain and dew.

Today, the sound of continuing, continuing, continuing, and continuing is constantly appearing in his mind. Since he has such an opportunity, he should not hold on to the regrets of the past. He wants to sweep away the haze and stand on the court with a new identity. His tennis, playing every new tennis game well!

Open your palm, which is not strong enough to grip, put your fingers together into a fist, and hold it tightly!

"Oh! The road to Huakun Middle School is really long. Our school is better, so we don't have to walk so hard."

"If you're not strong enough to practice, monkey, don't be so lazy. Later, the coach will hear that you have to run a marathon tomorrow morning."

"The coach speaks effortlessly!"

When Shen Ruoan was walking and thinking, there were a few students from other schools in front of him not walking 60 meters away. What caught his attention was the bags they were carrying on their shoulders, which were special bags for tennis. A tall and slender boy with an elegant tennis bag walked over, and one of them made a strange cry of yo ho yo ho.

He is really a middle school student full of vitality, that energy seems to be inexhaustible forever, and now Shen Ruo'an has regained such a youthful time just like them, and he will not waste it again!

Shen Ruo'an looked at the four students who were together, and they were indeed full of vigor, but the tall boy standing in the middle just curled his lips and smiled, and then fell silent. The others seemed to have gotten used to his attitude and continued their conversation After laughing and laughing, they got into the car.

Before getting into the car, the tall boy seemed to feel that Shen Ruo'an was looking at them, and turned his head suddenly, like a child who was caught doing bad things, Shen Ruo'an lowered his head guiltily and walked his own way.

Just as the car door was closed, there was a sudden loud noise in the noisy car!

Hou Peicheng put his hands on the car window and shouted: "Ah! He Yu, the normative boy! That is the normative boy I was talking about!"

As he yelled, everyone leaned over the window to watch, but there were so many students outside the car window, which one was Peicheng Hou referring to?

"Monkey, which one?"

"That, that, the one in the school uniform!"

Everyone glared at him. The students here were all wearing school uniforms, so everyone ignored Hou Peicheng and sat back in their seats.

The tall boy who got on the bus last put his bag at his feet and sat on the empty seat next to He Yu. He looked past He Yu's profile and looked out of the car window. On the school road, He Yu turned her head and squinted at him with a smile.

"The coach just called Yuefei just now that he doesn't need extra training for the next two days, won't you go home?"

He Yu and Cheng Yupeng are both freshman students of Xinyue Middle School. Although they are only freshmen, they are already the main force of the school's tennis team.

Most of the basketball players in the car calmed down to rest, and Cheng Youpeng turned his head and leaned back on the car seat.

"Not coming back for now."

After finishing speaking, he folded his arms and closed his eyes to rest. A warm smile appeared on He Yurou's face. You Peng has been so indifferent since he was a child.

Shen Ruo'an squeezed the bus back home, and it was rare that Shen Wenquan was also at home. Seeing Shen Ruo'an looking at him with strange eyes, he smiled at him like a father to a son, which was stiff no matter how you looked.

Shen Ruo'an changed his shoes, took off his schoolbag and walked in front of him, his serious face was still not smiling, but he said to Shen Wenquan: "You look uglier when you smile than when you cry."

Shen Wenquan was very happy that his own son took the initiative to talk to him, but when he was happy, he remembered what his son said just now!

"Joan, how can you say that about Dad!"

No matter how loud the voice was, it was useless. Shen Ping'an had already calmly entered the room with his schoolbag.

Seeing this, Mai Yufeng, who had just come out of the kitchen, sighed and said, "Why do we have some people who don't like to laugh?"

Then I went back to the kitchen and thought about how to change this situation!

The three of them sat and ate together quietly. At this moment, Mai Yufeng was satisfied, but Shen Ruo'an couldn't figure out why she always looked satisfied, and thought to herself: This woman is really strange.

After dinner, Shen Ruo'an went back to his room to do his homework. The textbooks in junior high school are not as good as before, and the questions in the textbooks and workbooks are also very in-depth. There was a knock on the door of his room before going to bed.

Although Shen Ruo'an was reluctant, she still called out obediently: "Auntie."

"Joan finished his homework?"

Shen Ruo'an didn't understand the reason for her visit, and nodded following her words: "Yeah."

Mai Yufeng handed Shen Ruoan a glass of milk: "You are still growing, so drink a glass of milk every night before going to bed."

Looking at the pure white milk in front of him, he didn't know whether to take it or not. He has never liked milk and always felt that there was a foul smell in it.

Under Mai Yufeng's enthusiastic gaze, Shen Ruo'an drank the milk obediently, with a few drops of milk on her lips, coupled with her serious and thin face, she was really cute.

Mai Yufeng blinked at him and asked, "Ruoan hasn't met brother yet, has he?"

Shen Ruoan looked at her suspiciously.