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In the morning with a slight sign of autumn, the humidity in the air is decreasing, and the birdsong in the park's built-in forest is also becoming sparse. With the autumn wind, a few half-yellow and half-green fallen leaves fall on the road. In the center of the park is an artificial The lake, the blue lake water is sometimes calm and sometimes you can see fish spitting bubbles on the water surface. In the bustling and busy city, this place can be regarded as a corner of the scenery.

Shen Ruo'an runs around the artificial lake every morning, and after running too much, he probably knows the length and width of the artificial lake, and thus calculates how long he should run here.

The appearance every morning has also made many grandparents know this hardworking and serious young man. In their eyes, they can find that it is a kind of sigh: the future pillar of the country!

Shen Ruo'an and them are just nodding acquaintances, who knows that in the eyes of grandparents, this seems to be a manifestation of knowledge, demeanor, and politeness.

This morning, as soon as Shen Ruo'an appeared, the old woman twisting her body by the lake smiled and breathed at him.

"Hey, young man came out to exercise so early, I didn't seem to see you yesterday."

The wrinkled but spring-like old lady has a loose red dress on her upper body and tight black cotton soft pants on her lower body. She is radiant and has a well-proportioned figure. It can be seen that this is a very fashionable dress. Shen Ruoan does not comment. Think about how he came out yesterday morning Exercising is not about Cheng Youpeng who runs with him.

"I had something to go to school early yesterday."

Faced with the enthusiasm of the old man, Shen Ruo'an could not refuse. The other party was still a woman, so he was naturally not a feminist, not feminist supremacy, but he had a heart of respecting and caring for women, which probably had something to do with the previous incident. And it always has been.

Before hearing the old man's reply, Shen Ruo'an, who ran at an even speed, passed the old man, and his figure gradually faded away. Of course, he would return to this position after turning around again. The artificial lake was in the shape of an ellipse.

After coming out of the house, the two brothers communicated at the same running rhythm. Shen Ruoan was in the inner circle, that is, on the road near the lake, while Cheng Youpeng was in the outer circle, farther away from the lake. In comparison, Cheng Youpeng's physical strength is still far away Above Shen Ruo'an.

The two ran for 15 minutes at the same time. Even though they had to walk faster than Shen Ruoan and keep up with the speed, Cheng Youpeng still ran without blushing or panting. He still followed Shen Ruoan closely, and his speed did not slow down.

What kind of person is Shen Ruo'an? He has always been very specific when doing one thing, such as running. If it is running, it is running. He does not talk to people while running. Talking while running is easy to consume energy, and it is easier to slow down the pace. The rhythm is disrupted, his eyes are always focused on the front, and his sight seems to be looking directly at a certain position without changing.

In fact, the current Shen Ruo'an is somewhat jealous of Cheng Youpeng's physical strength and figure. From outsiders, the two of them take one step at a time when running, and the rhythm is similar. In fact, there is a hidden struggle hidden in it. He will change his speed or increase his pace, but no matter how he changes, Cheng Yupeng will always follow him, and his pace can always keep up.

Half an hour later, Shen Ruo'an, panting due to changing speed many times during the run, stopped by a small tree with few green leaves hanging by the lake.

Cheng Youpeng also slowed down, and said sarcastically: "Aren't you going to speed up?"

Shen Ruo'an took three deep breaths, raised his head and habitually glanced at Cheng Youpeng, who he wanted to leave behind: "There is a competition this afternoon, no."

As if he didn't hear what Cheng Youpeng said, he didn't want to be a smart person at all.

"Oh……"

Cheng Youpeng's voice elongated.

Shen Ruo'an raised his calf and shook it, crossed his hands and stretched upwards, then bent down, allowing his palms to touch the ground without bending his knees.

Cheng Youpeng put his feet on the fence by the lake and pressed his legs down. He thought of the second thing about keeping a cat, do you really need to talk more?

Then petting it, what kind of pampering method is it.

Shaking his head, he saw Shen Ruo'an successfully put his palm on the ground, and at the same time pressed down again.

"Your tendons are looser than the women in our class. Why don't you change your career to practice dancing?"

Shen Ruo'an stood up straight, stared at Cheng Youpeng's face for two seconds, and uttered two words: "I'm sick."

What kind of medicine did Cheng Youpeng take today, and all he said was nonsense, could it be the symptoms caused by his elder brother hating his younger brother?

Doing the things that the other party hates the most, saying the things that the other party hates the most, always hitting the other party's self-confidence when he is proud, and even changing his temperament, does he hate himself so much?

Could it be that he knew that he stuffed Snoopy into the cabinet, but he knew that he didn't like it, so it was useless to think about it.

When Shen Ruo'an was about to turn around and find an open space to do push-ups, he heard the voice of a mature man.

"Ruo'an, Yu Peng, you two come with me."

Shen Ruo'an was a little surprised by the appearance of Shen Wenquan. He was still sleeping in the room when they came out, and he was rarely seen in normal times. Sometimes he would work until late and come home. Being a coach is indeed so busy and tiring. The team members must not be negligent.

After seeing the racket in Shen Wenquan's hand, Shen Ruo'an's eyes lit up, and he asked calmly, "Dad, why are you here?"

Shen Wenquan, who didn't want to be restrained in front of his sons, pulled out a smile that he thought was amiable, and said, "I will teach you how to play. Isn't there a game in the afternoon?"

"Yes."

Shen Ruo'an didn't tell Shen Wenquan that he was going to compete tomorrow, it was probably revealed by someone next to him, Shen Ruo'an turned his head and glanced at Cheng Youpeng, who had nothing to do with it.

"Don't look at Yu Peng, he told me last night, you can't rush for success, child, you will only increase your own burden. From last night, it can be seen that you have not adjusted well recently, Yu Peng, today I will trouble you to help this stupid boy in the morning."

Cheng Youpeng took the racket handed over by Shen Wenquan, and said calmly, "No trouble."

He is happy to take care of his stupid younger brother who is just learning tennis.

Shen Ruo'an took his racket reluctantly. He doesn't look stupid, but what kind of training does Shen Wenquan plan to give him.

He has always known that Shen Wenquan is the coach of the provincial team, but since he was also a coach before, he didn't know much about him, that is, the coaching method, teaching attitude and the results of the athletes he coached.

So the two quietly followed behind Shen Wen, who had already entered the coaching state.

This park is quite big. After staying away from the noisy and concentrated places, they came to a quiet open space, which was about the size of a tennis court. The ropes of the net, white lines drawn with chalk can be seen faintly on both sides of the clearing.

"This is just a simple imitation court. You Peng, you go to the opposite court, and Ruoan stands on the court here."

According to Shen Wenquan's request, the two brothers stood in their own areas.

"You Peng, catch the ball."

Shen Wenquan threw three pale yellow balls to Cheng Yupeng, who caught them firmly with his racket. Shen Ruoan didn't know what Shen Wenquan wanted them to do, and was confused.

Perhaps it was because Shen Wenquan occasionally secretly followed his morning son to observe him, and knew a little about his skills. Of course, he had to get in touch with his son to know the details.

Shen Ruo'an still couldn't resist his curiosity, and asked, "Dad, what do you want me to do?"

Shen Wenquan tried not to let himself be as serious as when he usually trains the players, he forced a smile and said: "It's just a simple pre-match training, how about reviewing the basic movements."

"Basic actions?"

Shen Ruo'an felt that there would be no major problems with his foundation.

"Sometimes the details determine everything. When you are on the court, you can clearly react and handle the ball well. Sometimes you will lose points. Do you know why?"

Shen Ruo'an seemed to be missing something, so he didn't answer, and Shen Wenquan didn't continue to explain. Cheng Youpeng used the racket to make the ball bounce on the racket.

"Next, you play a ball with Yu Peng, and I'll see what you do."

Shen Wenquan naturally believed in his son, but he was stunned because he didn't understand where his son learned his football skills, and he had never heard of anyone saying that he had learned it before. There are not many, where did you learn it?

Maybe he hasn't been to that town for a long time, and it doesn't necessarily mean that the town is developing fast.

At Shen Wenquan's request, Cheng Youpeng handed over the right to serve to Shen Ruo'an, so that Shen Wenquan could understand his son from the most basic movements.

Serve throwing is a skill for true beginners, but Shen Ruoan is not a beginner. This time, he just used a simple throw of the serve, and the speed was only 50.00% of the game.

The ball is served in the effective area,

Before the start, Shen Wenquan gave Cheng Youpeng a wink, and Cheng Youpeng easily returned the ball to Shen Ruoan's right hand with a backhand.

Shen Wenquan's intention is actually very simple. Apart from serving, the next step is to let Shen Ruo'an run left and right to hit the ball. From this, we can see whether Shen Wenquan's footwork is correct when hitting the ball, and whether he still needs his coach's correction and guidance.

After catching a few balls returned by Cheng Youpeng, Shen Ruo'an probably understood what Shen Wenquan meant. He also pretended not to know how to return the ball along the path of the ball, and ran left and right in the field. , Shen Ruo'an wondered if it was difficult to play the ball.

After the ball was over, Shen Wenquan said to Shen Ruo'an, "From now on, you can practice hitting against the tennis wall for half an hour in the morning, and try to make no mistakes as many times as possible in a row. Half an hour each for the left and right hands."

Shen Ruo'an froze for a moment, then nodded, secretly turned the racket to his left hand, and clenched it tightly.

"I will."

It is of course a good way to practice facing the tennis wall. Close to the wall, use a racket to play various balls that land and do not land, and cultivate the eyes, hands, feet, racket, etc. to feel the ball.

The tennis wall is by no means just a wall, its function is all-round. , From the cultivation of beginners' ball feeling practice, to the consolidation and improvement of basic skills, from the special technical training of forehand and backhand hitting, volleying to serving and high-pressure ball, the tennis wall plays a very important role.

"Today's morning exercise has already been practiced. Aunt Mai has already ordered breakfast and is waiting for us."

So, the family went to the teahouse for morning tea.

After leaving the gate of the park, Cheng Youpeng, who hadn't spoken yet, asked, "Uncle Shen, does the teahouse Mom went to provide milk?"

Shen Wenquan was stunned for a while and replied: "...There should be, do you want to drink?"

Cheng Youpeng thought for a while and said, "No, it's for feeding cats."

Shen Ruo'an pursed her mouth and cast a cold glance at Cheng Youpeng, "It is clearly stated in the community announcement that residents are not allowed to keep pets."

Seeing his younger son's serious face, Shen Wenquan defended him and said, "My brother likes it, so it's fine if you don't keep it secretly, and cats don't eat much."

Shen Ruo'an asked, "What kind of cat do you have?"

Cheng Youpeng lowered his head and thought for a while: "...a cat with long braids."

Shen Ruo'an: "..."

Shen Wenquan: "..."