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Shen Ruo'an stood aside and looked at the direction Jiang Han was leaving. He still held the racket in his hand.

It's just a dislocation, so it shouldn't be too serious. Today's game is really a pity, and we still have a chance to compete together next time.

Suddenly, the back of his head hurt, and he turned around suddenly, with a familiar hand on his shoulder, Shen Ruoan stared at the strong and slender long fingers on his shoulder, and then turned around.

"Don't pull my hair."

Shen Ruo'an cast a cold glance at Cheng Youpeng, who shrugged indifferently, then switched hands and pulled twice more.

"The braids are meant to be pulled and played with. Who told you to keep them."

Shen Ruo silently looked up at Cheng Youpeng. It is his personal habit to keep small braids. He only started to grow his hair after his mother passed away that year. He likes to take care of his braids. When he is in a daze, he just strokes his hair. Braid, also when thinking.

"My braids are not for you to play with." Walking around Cheng Youpeng, he began to pack his things.

"It's not cute at all."

But cats have long tails, Cheng Youpeng nodded silently for his own idea, it should be true, all cats have tails, but the younger brother's has become a braid.

Almost all the students in Shen Ruo'an's class left the arena, even Xia Tian, ​​who was a good thing and loves to be lively, left with other students.

Shen Ruo'an who packed up his things also planned to leave with Cheng Youpeng, but before they left, a certain bald coach appeared beside them with a smile on his face.

"Hi, Shen Ruo'an, congratulations on getting the first place in this competition."

At the end of the game, everyone was walking, discussing and discussing. The Sports Department of the Student Union cleaned up the arena. At this time, the arena also seemed quiet.

Shen Ruo'an thought for a while, and said, "Baldhead, teacher, this time is not a competition."

He is a good student who knows how to respect the old, love the young, and respect teachers.

But a certain bald-headed coach didn't think it was a sign of the students' respect for the teacher. His facial expression froze for a while, and then he put on an amiable smile and asked, "Is Shen Ruo'an interested in joining the school team?"

Standing beside him, Cheng Youpeng looked directly at the bald coach. This coach had a very unique appearance, with a bald head and small eyes. When he laughed, the eyeballs could not be seen. At this moment, he was waiting for Shen Ruoan's answer.

However, Shen Ruo'an did not answer the bald coach Jiang Richeng directly, but thought for a while before saying: "Teacher bald, I will think about it."

Jiang Richeng patted Shen Ruo'an on the shoulder and smiled, "Remember to report to my office next Monday after thinking about it. Do you have any opinions on doubles?"

Cheng Youpeng stared at Jiang Richeng's hand on Shen Ruo'an's shoulder, feeling a little dissatisfied, but he just leaned aside and didn't intend to interfere with his younger brother's affairs. The kitten would solve his own affairs, and he believed in his younger brother's ability.

There is no room for Shen Ruoan to refuse Jiang Richeng's words. However, the school team also has relative practice methods and fixed practice time. Playing against more people can also improve one's coordination.

"Doubles?" Shen Ruo'an wanted to see something in Jiang Richeng's eyes, "What do you mean?"

"Literally." Jiang Richeng felt that it was really hard to talk to this child. Other children asked and answered what they asked, but this child could understand the deeper meaning literally.

Thinking that Shen Ruoan was just a child, there was no need to hide his decision from him, so he pulled Shen Ruoan close to his ear and whispered: "I want you to form a doubles team with Jiang Han, that's it, of course, this is a secret for the time being , don't tell anyone."

Cheng Youpeng frowned, seeing that bald head leaning against his younger brother, he was very upset, he had never been so close to his younger brother!

And Shen Ruo'an nodded calmly, he will definitely not object to joining the school team, and his academic performance will definitely not drop.

Jiang Richeng seemed to notice Cheng Youpeng's tense face, but he felt that the child was always gloomy and didn't look good towards him, so he ignored it and waved away with Shen Ruo'an.

"Remember to come to my office on Monday."

When he met Shen Ruo'an's cold eyes, he felt a breeze blowing over his head that was not overgrown with weeds in this autumn, and it was slightly cool.

Afterwards, Cheng Youpeng and Shen Ruoan walked side by side on the school road, and went home by car at the station.

Obviously, Shen Ruo'an doesn't like talking to the bald teacher very much.

That bald head was very verbose.

As soon as he got in the car and sat down, Shen Ruo'an hugged his backpack and remained silent.

Although the race was over, he was not yet fully entertained, and the end made him very upset. Shen Ruo'an stared straight at the cars driving outside the window.

When Cheng Youpeng was in Shen Ruo'an's daze, his hands seemed to be poisoned to play with a certain younger brother's longer pigtails. Shen Ruo'an knew about it, but ignored it.

"Little braid, the players you face next time will no longer be these little ants. You also know that your strength is above Jiang Han."

Cheng Youpeng patted Shen Ruo'an's head with his big hands. The latter naturally didn't care about other people's opinions, but was just a little regretful. He closed his eyes and went to rest.

Touching his head with a gentle big hand did not make him disgusted, but instead increased his trust and affection for Cheng Youpeng.

Seeing Shen Ruoan resting beside him like a cat, Cheng Youpeng continued to play with the little braid.

It's nice to have a brother.

Shen Ruo'an rested at home for a day, and the exhaustion of a week almost disappeared. When he returned to school again, he was refreshed and his face was flushed. With the end of the game, Cheng Youpeng didn't have to run to Shen Ruo'an's school in the afternoon. Shen Ruo'an, who returned to the normal school time, was very at ease, but felt a little bit lost in her heart, and I don't know why.

There is no Xia Chan singing now, but I still want to sleep during the morning and afternoon classes.

He didn't go to Jiang Richeng after school on Monday, but Jiang Richeng came to the door by himself, and beside him was Jiang Han with a handkerchief hanging on his left hand.

When school is over, there are students running around everywhere, and the school is still full of laughter and laughter. It is difficult to live in such an environment and feel comfortable.

At this time, the three of them were sitting in Jiang Richeng's office, and the other teachers were either off work or going out to train students.

Shen Ruo'an and Jiang Han followed behind Jiang Richeng, he was a little worried and asked Jiang Han, "When will your hand recover?"

Jiang Han thought for a while: "It's not serious, the doctor said it will be fine in a month."

"Oh, luckily it wasn't the right hand."

Jiang Richeng interrupted when he heard the two of them talking: "Jiang Han, take good care of your left hand this month. We can't lack you in our team. We will start the city's middle school tennis team competition next month. Now our school team There are only you two junior high school students, you have to give me some credit."

The two behind did not respond.

Three black lines suddenly appeared on Jiang Richeng's face, and he emphasized: "The city middle school tennis team competition is very important."

Jiang Han and Shen Ruo'an looked at each other, and said seriously, "Yes."

"I had an idea before, I hope you can support me."

"what idea?"

Jiang Richeng is Jiang Han's uncle, which Shen Ruo'an doesn't know yet, but he has thought about whether the two are related, after all, they have the same surname.

"Our school's doubles are not strong. You two are about the same height and weight. Technically, Jiang Han, you have to learn from Shen Ruo'an. How about the two of you forming a doubles?"

The two students sitting across from Jiang Richeng's desk looked at each other calmly, you look at me, I look at you, then, nothing.

"You two have no objections?"

Only then did Jiang Han speak: "Because the two of us are from junior high school, why did you let me form a doubles?"

Jiang Richeng, who was leaning against the back of the chair, said with a hidden smile, "I knew you wanted to ask this question."

Shen Ruo'an was thinking about the reason why Jiang Richeng arranged them together. Since the bald coach wanted to answer, he didn't have to think about it.

"Then coach, you can tell me, at least let me know the reason. My style of play is completely different from Shen Ruoan's. There will inevitably be many contradictions when combined."

After Jiang Richeng heard Jiang Han's answer, he laughed out loud: "Jiang Han, you are wrong. It is because of your different styles of play that you formed a doubles. Don't you know that doubles can complement each other? You have good strength in singles, but you are relatively weak in team competitions. You are facing opponents not only of your own age, but also physically and technically stronger opponents.”

Shen Ruo'an remained silent. According to his current level, his physical strength is really not comparable to that of athletes who exercise regularly. Although he has begun to develop in the direction of proficiency in the use of techniques, for the sake of physical growth, he cannot use some techniques many times. Only by combining the various qualities of the body can we become stronger.

Now forming doubles with Jiang Han is a process of becoming stronger, a development process, and a necessary path. If he is playing against a foreign school, he can only be a substitute. The coach will only let the high school students play, and he What he is facing is only the bench, but if he is combined with Jiang Han, he will have the opportunity to play and exercise. His body still needs more opportunities to adapt to the game, to adapt to the intense rhythm of the game. Sometimes certain movements still cannot keep up with his thinking. He will feel a little tired.Now that Jiang Richeng gave him the opportunity to exercise, why would he give up.

"But coach, why do you think my skills are not as good as Shen Ruo'an's because of the game on Saturday?" After all, he was a young and energetic kid, although he always pretended to be calm, at this moment it was undoubtedly exposed.

Jiang Richeng shook his head, he could see that Shen Ruo'an was far calmer than Jiang Han.

"Jiang Han, you really need to learn from Shen Ruo'an, the game that day was very exciting."

"I don't want to play doubles, I want to play singles." This is Jiang Han's conclusion. He doesn't believe that his strength is inferior to Shen Ruo'an. , Coach, you can't lie to me."

"Jiang Han, no matter whether you were injured or not, he could beat you that day."

Jiang Han, who has won many awards and is regarded as a favorite by teachers, coaches and parents, turned his head aside. How could an unknown person be better than him in skills? Of course he would not compare with the high school department. He always thought that Shen Ruoan was not as good as himself.

Shen Ruo listened to the conversation between the two of them quietly, as if the person they were comparing and discussing was not himself. When the two were about to continue the conversation, he suddenly stood up and said in a calm tone: "Coach, and Jiang Han I have no objection to forming a doubles, you continue to chat, I will go home first."

After finishing speaking, he picked up his schoolbag and walked towards the door of the office. Jiang Richeng's voice came from behind: "Aren't you going to train tonight?"

Shen Ruo'an turned around and said calmly: "I didn't bring a racket, Jiang Han, and I look forward to being your partner."

The door was gently closed.

The bald coach inside the door suddenly laughed, but Jiang Han didn't understand what it meant.

"Why did he make such a hasty decision? I haven't agreed yet."

"Jiang Han, you will agree. I think he is a good partner. Maybe you can't find a more suitable partner than him. Find an opportunity to develop a relationship with him."

Jiang Han's face darkened.

"Cultivate any feelings, uncle, I'm going home first!"

Jiang Richeng naturally knew Jiang Han's temperament very well. Looking at Jiang Han who was walking out quickly, he couldn't help but hold his chin and think about things from a long time ago.