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After returning home at night and having dinner, taking a shower and sitting in front of the desk, Shen Ruo'an was thinking about Cheng Youpeng's competition posture today. He is at this level at the age of 15. It's not bad. The new brother is also a worthy opponent, and he really wants to compete with him. He fights a game.

He scratched the back of his hand that was bitten by mosquitoes in the evening. Except for the good mood of watching the game this morning, the rest of the time was normal. At night, it was a bit bad. If you know that you are not good at math, you should go home early.

Thinking with his toes, he knew that Shen Ruo'an would struggle with his math homework tonight.

"It's just a junior high school student. Why are there so many homework? Do teachers now treat students as robots? Really..."

Silently gritting his teeth and talking to himself, the pen in his hand never stopped writing and drawing in the exercise book. It is conceivable that Shen Ruo'an must have appeared in front of everyone with dark circles the next morning , The morning practice also did not go.

On Monday, all the teachers and students in the school should raise the flag together, drink the milk prepared by Mai Yufeng, pick up the bread and put it in his mouth to bite, carry his schoolbag and go to the shoe cabinet to change shoes.

"Ruoan, what are you in a hurry for, kid? The next bus is still 10 minutes away. If you eat bread like this, you will suffer from indigestion. Have you got your lunch money for this week? Now it's almost autumn and the weather is starting to dry. Remember to bring water for the game. Be careful when…”

boom!

The door is closed.

"Mom, the pigtails are gone."

Cheng Youpeng, who was tearing the bread gracefully, reminded his mother of nagging, but he was the one who was read next.

"You kid, hurry up and go to school after breakfast. I'm going on a business trip to Shanghai this week. Uncle is going to take the team out of the province for a competition. You have to take good care of your brother. Don't let him miss a meal. Come back and let me see When he loses weight, I will talk to you, it is best to pick up my brother from school at night and go home together."

Cheng Youpeng put the bread on the plate and drank the orange juice, and replied to Mai Yufeng impatiently: "Mom, I'm not his nanny, and he's not a primary school student."

boom!

The child of a mother who was dissatisfied with explaining things had a big chestnut on her head!

"Take good care of my younger brother, and immediately take this bottle of milk to Ruoan at the bus station."

"Yes, my lord."

"Good boy."

The mother's smile is as gentle as the first rays of sunshine in the morning.

Cheng Youpeng, who had no choice but to resist, stroked the top of his knocked head, picked up his schoolbag and went out, naturally not leaving the canned Wangzai milk in his hand.

Standing at the bus stop with a few office workers waiting for the bus, now Shen Ruo'an can't stand Aunt Mai's naughty thoughts. Her concern is good, but it is too much, which puts him under a lot of pressure. Every minute I feel that as long as he suffers a small injury, eats a grain of rice, or drinks a drop of water, he will feel sorry for Aunt Mei, but this kind of life is much better than the lonely and lonely days in the past. Maybe adaptation is really a process.

This process is actually not hard, anyway, I am happier than when I lived alone.

The red light ahead has turned to green, and the bus going to their school is already heading towards the station. Shen Ruo'an, who is wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and yellow elastic school uniform pants, is about to board the bus with the team, but just before the bus card' After a beep, he felt someone grabbed his schoolbag and pulled it back, and then there was a bottle of Wangzai milk with a red shell in his hand.

"Hey, my mother asked me to give this, remember at noon..."

Before I could finish listening, the bus door was closed, and the driver started the engine and drove forward.

Shen Ruo'an looked back at Cheng Youpeng who was standing where he was just now, while holding on to the handrail, he waved the red pot on his hand.

Brother...?

However, why did my aunt want him to drink Wangzai milk? It was obviously Yili’s account yesterday, and it took two weeks to get used to the sweet and sour taste!

After going to school, he put away his schoolbag and followed Xia Tian to the playground to find the class and joined the team. Before the flag-raising ceremony started, Xia Tian standing in front of him looked back to talk to Shen Ruo'an from time to time, most of the words were Xia Tian's words.

"Shen Ruo'an, I'm so excited when I think about the tennis match starting this afternoon. Do you feel that way?"

Xia Tian's immature face is full of excitement.

"Absolutely not."

This is really not a blow, Shen Ruoan just expresses his simple emotions in simple Chinese language.

"Ah? You are not excited. Don't you feel sleepy and unable to sleep on Saturday and Sunday?"

"Absolutely not."

On the contrary, he still wanted to sleep a little longer. He stayed up too late last night because of his math homework, so he covered his open mouth and yawned.

Xia Tian seemed to have caught Shen Ruoan, pointing at him and shouting excitedly: "Look, you are obviously lying, you have been so excited that you can't sleep these two days!"

"I just didn't sleep enough, don't talk about it, the teacher is coming over."

Xia Tian secretly glanced at the teacher standing behind the line like a thief, stuck out his tongue and turned to face the rostrum. It was still morning, and the school was always full of vigor and vitality, making the yawning Shen Ruo'an sleepy. can't sleep.

After the flag was raised, he went back to the classroom for morning Chinese reading, immersed in the sound of reading, which made him feel that he was really in the midst of a freshman. As a freshman in junior high school, he still has a future and can sprinkle his blood In his youth, no matter it is the blooming season or the rainy season, he fell in love with such a simple and warm new life.

The relationship with his classmates was still as calm as usual, neither the closest nor the most distant. Of course, apart from the clingy summer, when the two of them had lunch in the school cafeteria, he felt that summer was like Xinming Middle School. Waiting for Peicheng.

All the students in the class know that Shen Ruo'an, Xia Tian and two other students signed up for the school's tennis match. Since Xia Tian did well in the school's competition last year, several class leaders decided to organize the students to be their backup team after school. , that is, the legendary cheerleaders.

The school's class unity is written like this.

All four of them participated in this afternoon's competition. Since there are more players in this year's competition, the junior high school competition time has been changed to start at [-] pm.

The junior high school competition was divided into four groups. Shen Ruo'an and Liu Mingming were assigned to Group A. Xia Tian and Wei Bo were in Group C and D respectively. Finals, then semi-finals and finals.

There were eight players in each group, which meant that Shen Ruo'an had to win three games to reach the quarter-finals.

Looking at the schedule table given to them by the sports committee, Shen Ruoan gently scratched the racket string with his fingers. After changing into short-sleeved sportswear and shorts, he was more conspicuous than when he was wearing a school uniform. He was dressed in pure white sportswear. With shoes, he stands a little more imposing than others among the players.

Recently, I have grown one centimeter taller, reaching almost 1.7 meters, and the muscles on my legs are also well-proportioned, not as muscular as a long-distance runner.

The cheerleaders in the class all ran to Arena B to cheer for Xia Tian. After all, he was a better player in the class last year, and everyone thought that Shen Ruoan started playing tennis because of Xia Tian's influence, so he was not favored by everyone.

Shen Ruoan's first opponent was the sports committee member of Class 2 ([-]). According to the gossip from Xia Tian, ​​this person reached the semi-finals last year. It can't be blamed that Shen Ruoan was not favored. The first opponent he met was Everyone thinks the master.

The opponent who is regarded as a master by everyone is chatting with other students and swinging his racket from time to time. Seeing how cheerful he is speaking, he is probably a child who is used to being pampered. Shen Ruoan is warming up quietly on the side sports.

When the referee shouted: "The first round of Group A is starting, the players of the second group are invited to gather in front of the net."

Shen Ruo'an jumped up twice on the spot, took the racket and walked confidently to the referee's seat.

The field is selected, Shen Ruo'an is on the left field, and the 'master' of another class is on the right field.

The opponent served first, and Shen Ruo'an stood on the right side of Zixiang's field, ready to receive the serve.

"Big head, come on! Big head, come on! Big head, come on!"

Before the ball was sent, there was Lei Er's cheering from the edge of the court. Shen Ruo'an, who had just shaken his standing posture, couldn't help frowning. Don't they know that the audience is not allowed to make noise during tennis matches?

"Students on the sidelines, please keep quiet."

Fortunately, the referee reminded Shen Ruoan to grind the handle of the racket with his thumb. I don't know what will happen in this match?

I hope I won't hear that noisy cheering sound in the end.

The arena suddenly quieted down, and the game could continue.

The opponent is a few centimeters taller than Shen Ruoan, and his body is also more conspicuous than him, but the strength, speed, and technique of his serve are average. Shen Ruo knew it when he received the first ball from the opponent. The level of playing when the opponent underestimates the enemy.

Shen Ruo'an easily caught the opponent's ball and gave the opponent a big blow with a forehand shot. He returned the ball with a forehand and scored!

His return speed is only half of the usual practice, because he knows that the opponent will definitely underestimate the enemy.

The opponent only thought that his return was a fluke, and continued to underestimate the opponent in the next serve. When there was a sound of regret from the sidelines, the 'master' serve was won.

In the first point, Shen Ruoan returned the ball with a forehand, and the ball landed in the direction of the opponent's backhand.

In the second point, Shen Ruo'an returned the ball with a forehand. The ball was a slice and landed at the center line of the opponent's field.

In the third point, Shen Ruo'an hit the ball at the opponent's feet, the opponent returned the ball out of bounds, and the ball hit the referee's head.

In the fourth point, Shen Ruo'an did not return the ball, because the opponent wanted to use a strong serve to get back the points he lost, but double faulted.

Next came Shen Ruoan's serve.

The opponent didn't expect that Shen Ruo'an, who was his opponent, was a hidden master. It was too obvious that he underestimated the enemy, so that the opponent caught the weakness and found a breakthrough.

The referee shouted with a dark face: "Shen Ruo'an leads 1-0, the two sides exchange venues."

Maybe he still doesn't believe that his serve was broken. The opponent was still a little confused when he was walking, probably because he was beaten by Shen Ruo'an's fast pace. He is a competitive player who can easily enter the game, which is completely opposite to the slow player. And he will take the initiative to attack, actively attacking the opponent, waiting for the prey is not as good as the main attack, so that the prey will be caught in his hands faster.

Singles matches are best-of-three sets, so if you don't speed up the pace of the game, it will be a waste of time.

Now it's his serve.

Before serving, he looked to the sidelines, then lowered his head and relaxed his whole body.

Stand sideways near the midfield mark outside the end line, with your feet about the same chip width apart, your left foot is about 45" from the end line, your right foot is about parallel to the end line, your center of gravity is on your left foot, and your left hand holds a yellow ball lightly. The racket is placed on the waist, and the movements are standard, and there is absolutely no unnecessary movement that makes people uncomfortable.

The thumb, index finger and middle finger gently hold the ball, throw the ball upwards with the palm, find the hitting point, swing the racket, and the wrist holding the racket drives the forearm to have a "whip" in the rotation. The yellow ball travels 120 to [-] kilometers Fly to the effective area at an hourly speed.

boom!

ACE ball!

The opponent missed the catch, and the racket missed the ball.

There was applause from the sidelines.

is one person.

The face I saw this morning, I remember that the other party gave him a gesture of drinking milk...

Seeing this person reminds me that I don't like drinking milk the most!