Chapter 12: Chess opponent

For a moment, Shangguan Ning can even imagine his handsome appearance on the court. It is estimated that Zhao Anan really did not exaggerate. There must be a lot of crazy girls to pursue him.
Zhao Anan was happy and waved his hand and shouted: "Brother, we are here, come over!" She grew up with Jing Yichen and had an unusual immunity to his handsome handsome.
The opposite Jing Yichen has a good-looking brow, and his cousin can be stupid again!
They were two people on the court. They were separated by two hundred meters. Their eyes were not blind. What did she do so loudly, for fear that the people who had just been bombed by him could not notice him?
But what he thought in his heart, his face did not show up at all, it was still a cold look.
Jing Yichen gradually approached, and two white and black two tall and tall figures gradually became clear in his sight.
The black clothes are not uniform, there are a lot of ball prints on the clothes, the pants legs are pulled up a lot, the sleeves are quickly smashed to the shoulders, sweating all over, the hair of the short hair is even dripping in the wet, and the wolf is unbearable.
A long white hair with a simple bundle behind the head, the silk is not chaotic, the white sportswear is spotless, neither the trouser legs nor the sleeves, the cheeks are reddish, and the sweat is on the face, but it is not embarrassing. Instead, there is an amazing beauty after the sport.
The same is slim and tall, Jing Yichen feels that the visual effect is a bit big.
Perhaps there is Zhao Anan, a cousin who grew up together. He is not as cold and cold as he used to be. Although his tone is light, he is somewhat gentle: "Hello, Miss Shangguan."
"Hello, Zhao..."
Shangguan Ning greeted him before he finished, and he listened to Zhao Anan, who was next to him, shouting: "Oh, your clothes are like lovers!"
Shangguan condensed, looked down and looked at Jing Yichen, who was also in the same white, and found that the clothes of the two of them were really similar, but the sportswear was basically the same, and the two people were normal.
She smiled slightly, but did not speak, and it was not appropriate to say anything at the moment.
Jing Yichen's look is calmer, and there is no change in his expression, as if nothing has been heard.
Zhao Anan did not see the embarrassment of the two people expected, and even the two people did not care about her tacit understanding, and suddenly felt that they had been abandoned by the world.
"An An, don't you want to play?" Jing Yichen's voice is low and full of magnetism, so good that it is easy for people to ignore the coldness of his tone.
"Oh, yes!" Zhao Anan jumped up and quickly handed his tennis racket to his hands.
This is Zhao An'an's current top priority. She was bullied by Shangguan. She couldn't wait to see someone pick her up.
Jing Yichen looked at her watery and dirty tempo, wrinkled a brow that looked good and frowned. After half a smack, she took out a slap from her pocket and wrapped the racquet handle, carefully rubbing it twice to hold the racquet. .
Zhao Anan did not feel the disappointment of his cousin, and he sneaked in front of him: "Brother, don't let the water go after a while, this girl looks beautiful and gentle, actually it can be embarrassed." See Jing Yichen The look was cold, and quickly explained quickly. "That... I don't doubt your level. I am afraid that you will suffer."
She did not remind Jing Yichen that she had already seen it. Zhao Anan had a lot of ball prints, and Shangguan’s white sportswear was spotless, indicating that no ball fell on her. This is not the normal level.
He warmed up slightly and began to signal the Shangguan Ning of the ball.
The expert knows if there is any shot. Jing Yichen took the beat to the station and immediately made people feel different.
He is very professional from the standpoint of taking a stand or taking a tempo.
Shangguan Ning could not help but also earnestly.
After serving, catching the ball, returning the ball, after a few round trips, the two quickly went from oysters to tacit understanding, and then each began to force and fight hard.
The first ball, Jing Yichen lost because of a small mistake.
The second ball, Jing Yichen was slowed down because of the slow motion.
The third ball, Jing Yichen, has been yelling and losing because Zhao Anan has been screaming.
Although Zhao Anan can't play, but her ability to watch the ball is still there, it is obvious that her brother's strength is slightly inferior.
"Oh, brother, here, come over!"
"Brother, go a little further, fast!"
"Brother, you have to jump up to get the ball!"
"brother……"
Jing Yichen couldn't wait to take Zhao Anan down to the ground.
He flew over with a fierce look, scared Zhao Anan to shrink, but then he did not know the life and the stalk of the neck and said: "You are not as good as people, let me not say, I am not worried for you! Your previous level This is not the case, is it that the girls are beautiful and keep their hands!"
Shangguan Ningjun couldn’t help but grin.
Zhao Anan is her good friend and she has successfully become her brother's pig teammate.
"Shut up, talk to me and let people throw you out." Jing Yichen's look is still faint, and not because of the loss of the ball is not interesting, but Zhao Anan's words let his forehead blue looming.
Zhao Anan is shrinking again. She knows that Jing Yichen definitely said it.
She looked around and found that Ahu was not nearby, and quietly sighed.
A tiger is a stupid big man, Jing Yichen let him do what he wants, she does not want to be thrown out by that stupid big, too shameful.
Although Jing Yichen has been losing, but the mood is very good.
Ten years ago, he could undoubtedly win the official condensate, but now it is obviously not good. He has not played tennis for too long.
It is only men and women who have great differences in physical strength and body structure. Even if he hasn’t played for a long time, he shouldn’t lose very badly. The current situation can only show that the level of Shangguan’s condensation is far beyond the average person.
She hits the ball very powerfully, very fast, full of explosive power, very inconsistent with her thin appearance, and the standard of posture, flexible footwork, the force is always just right, the use of the back-shooting is free, the body's balance ability and flexibility are extremely good.
Obviously, she has not only been trained in strict professionalism, but she has been insisting on playing, so the state is very good.
Losing to such a woman is not a shame.
It was interrupted by Zhao Anan for a little while, but Jing Yichen and Shangguan Ning quickly continued to fight. Because they are very much looking forward to their opponents.
The better the two people are playing, the more time they get to lose the game, but most of the time she wins.
After playing for nearly two hours, Shangguan Ning finally lost his strength.
"Don't fight, take a break." She panted and reached out to wipe the sweat from her forehead. She just wanted to go to the bag and take a paper towel. A white handkerchief was handed over.