Chapter 13: Let's play together later.

Shangguan was so surprised that this person seems to have the habit of carrying a handkerchief with him. This habit is rare now.
She took it in a big way and smiled at him: "Thank you!"
"You're welcome." Jing Yichen said, sitting down on the bench next to the field, unscrewed a bottle of water and drank it.
Shangguan condensed his face and hands, and saw that the scorpion was a little dirty, and he was not very good at it, but it was not suitable for collection. It was even more inappropriate to throw it away.
After thinking about it, she still put the sorrel in the bag, and then he will wash it later.
Shangguan Ning looked around and saw that Zhao Anan had disappeared.
She sat down on the bench, drank some water, and took out her mobile phone to call Zhao Anan.
"Anan, where have you been, it's time to go."
"Oh, my...the stomach hurts, go first, you play slowly." Zhao Anan did not lie about lying.
Shangguan Ning immediately heard it, but did not know what she was doing, and had to hang up the phone. In fact, she is a good friend, Zhao Anan just wants to create more opportunities for two people.
"Well... Mr. Zhao, Anan, she has left beforehand."
"Well, I know." Jing Yichen's look is still faint, and Zhao Anan did not have any accidents.
The two people are not far from each other, Jing Yichen can smell the faint smell of her body. Her good face, because of the movement, reveals a lovely pink, which makes people want to pounce on a bite.
He quickly recovered his gaze and stopped looking at her.
"You played well."
Jing Yichen's look is still faint, but if Zhao Anan hears this, I am afraid it will be very surprising, because Jing Yichen rarely praises people, can make him think that it is good, it must be excellent.
"Well, yes, I think it's quite good." Speaking of this, Shangguan showed a happy smile, which she is proud of.
Jing Yichen glimpsed, he thought that Shangguan Ning would be modest, and she did not expect that she would politely praise herself.
His lips swelled slightly: "You are not modest."
"I am still very modest in other things. I don't need to be modest in this matter." Shangguan Ning said, looked at Jing Yichen, "In fact, you played very well, but it should be a long time. I’ve played it, so I’m unfamiliar, or I won’t win you.

All his postures are standard, but the movements are stiff and oyster. It is obvious that he has not played for a long time.
Jing Yichen's side face is perfect. From the angle of Shangguan Ning, he can see his long eyelashes, which is not good-looking.
After a moment of silence, Shangguan Ning thought that he had made a mistake. I didn’t expect to hear Jing Yichen’s tone of joking saying:
You don’t look at your eyes, can I look so good?

Shangguan Ning just drank in the water, but he hadn't had time to swallow it, and it squirted out, and he coughed straight.
Her face is getting more and more red, and I don't know if it is embarrassing or shameful.
God, who is so straightforward!
She wiped her mouth, thought about it, or told the truth: "You really look good."
Jing Yichen's face is still faint, but her heart is laughing, so straightforward to talk to him, she is still the first.
But it feels good, at least not to bend the corner.
His life has been very exhausted, so the straightforward temper makes people feel very relaxed, what to say, not to hide, not to be tempted, very good.
Shangguan Ning could detect that Jing Yichen’s mood seemed to be good, so the temptation invited him:
Mr. Zhao, you see my tennis is playing well, you, I feel that I must have been a master before, but it is degraded now, not as good as us. Let's play together!" She finally met a master, and she didn't want to let it go. Whether he wants it or not, she always tries to know.
The strange thing is that Jing Yichen is indifferent and has a cold tone. Shangguan Ning does not reject him. Instead, he feels comfortable with people like him.
She didn't like such indifferent people before. She always felt that such people would be cold. After she experienced Xie Zhuojun's things, she gradually realized that people who look warm like spring may not be soft and warm. A cold person may not be cold.
People can't just look at the appearance, they have to look at the heart.
Jing Yichen listened to the word "Mr. Zhao" and did not feel awkward, so he did not correct it. His mother surnamed Zhao, who used to call Zhao for his convenience.
This surname is too swaying and too ruthless. He doesn't like it very much.
It is the word "degradation", the first time someone used it on him, and it seems to be justified.
The loyalty is against the ear, and he does degenerate.
It was just that every time I saw tennis, he would think of that person. He was completely uninterested in tennis. He didn’t think about playing today, but he felt very relaxed and comfortable.
Jing Yichen did not think too much, and soon agreed to it: "Good."
Shangguan Ning saw him promised, and he was very happy. He smiled and reached out to him: "Happy cooperation!"
Jing Yichen took a look at the slender white hand, and then shook it up: "Happy cooperation!"
The hands of two people were at the touch of a finger, but they all felt the temperature on the other hand, some burning and some beautiful.
Shangguan Ning directly ignores the strange, packs things and prepares to leave.
Jing Yichen did not speak, quietly waiting for her.
There were not many things, Shangguan Ning quickly packed up, and slowly walked out with Jing Yichen.
"Your tennis is very professional, have you studied it?"
The voice of Jing Yichen’s low and voice sounded in the ear, causing the Shangguan’s heart to tremble.
"Yes, I used to practice with the coach all day and night, and my hands were grinded up." She recalled the time when she practiced the ball, and her eyes were full of smiles. At that time, it was actually bitter, but it was also full and practical.
Jing Yichen knows that if tennis wants to reach her level, it must be a lot of bitterness. I didn't expect her to look a little weak, but she was so unwilling to accept it.
A stubborn woman makes people feel a little distressed.
"Why are you so desperate? You don't seem to want to be a tennis player." Jing Yichen is slightly puzzled. The above conditions of the official condensate, she can completely enjoy the freedom, do not need to go to work hard.
Her temperament and self-cultivation, at first glance, is cultivated by the big family. Every move is elegant, which is not freely imitated by the training of the day after tomorrow.
If he did not guess wrong, Shangguan Ning should be the Shangguan family.
The surname "Shangguan" is rare. The surname is Shangguan and famous. Don't say A city, the whole province has only one.
After listening to Jing Yichen's words, Shangguan Ning was slightly lost.
Yeah, why are you so desperate? When I started to learn tennis, I really didn’t want to be an athlete.
However, it is her arrogance.
In the gray life of Shangguan Ning's twenty-six years, there are only two things she is more powerful than Shangguan Soft Snow, the same language learning ability, and the other is tennis.