Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

The game continued with Lu Mingfei serving.

Because everyone had tested something in the first two balls, his movements were much crisper. After a quick serve, he lowered his body directly and let Master Xia behind him control the rhythm.

Compared to the scheming father and son opposite him, Lu Mingfei was much more upright. If anything happened, he could just leave it to Uncle Xia and do whatever he asked.

The result was pretty much what he expected. Uncle Xia quickly grasped the rhythm of the game and used the silent "tacit understanding" between the Chu family and his son to fool them around. He only needed to hold on to the net.

Chu Tianjiao looked at his son who was moving left and right in front of him to save the ball. He felt that he couldn't go on like this. He really owed the dog thief a request. What if he asked him to go to the autograph session instead? He would be drowned in saliva. .

Glancing at Fingel, who was bored and lazy, the scoreboard next to him had already reached 4:7.

Because it was a private friendly match, they did not play very formally. There were no hard rules of badminton, and the 21-point system was changed to whichever side wins 30 balls first.

It was precisely because of this that the unscrupulous writer opposite was able to run around the place unscrupulously.

The problem between him and his son now is that the tacit understanding is too high. Sometimes if they have the same ideas, it is easy to make mistakes in cooperation. The Jiangbei thieves took advantage of this and stole several goals.

Moreover, he had to suppress his own strength and not act too shocking, lest his son would notice the clues.

If he discovers that he has been pretending to be a loser, the relationship between father and son will be completely over.

Since the tacit understanding in actions is not enough, just use words to make up.

It happened that Lu Mingfei hit a high ball at this time. He shouted "I'll do it", jumped up and responded with a powerful smash, and went towards the racket in Xiaolu's hand very insidiously.

Facing this menacing ball, Lu Mingfei raised his racket and pushed, sending the ball directly in front of Chu Zihang.

Chu Meiren was not polite this time. She hit the ball back with a flat stroke, and the landing point was still the tip of the junior brother's ear.

"It's ridiculous, you can't use the same move twice against the Saints!" Mr. Lu sneered, his bent knees suddenly straightened, and he stepped back while backhanding, and the ball flew towards his senior brother's left hand. .

Chu Zihang was about to turn around and step forward to swing the racket when he heard the man behind him say: "I'll do it."

Then the boy turned around and paused. From the corner of his eye, he saw a big hand with sharp bones holding the racket and pushing the ball back.

Because he had always fought alone, and he had taken the lead in resisting Master Xia's oppression with his junior brother, Chu Zihang had never had someone to help him out like today.

After the observation just now, he found that the man was actually suppressing himself deliberately. He had obviously raised his heels but never took a step. Instead, he paused for a moment before "reacting".

If his eyesight had not been enhanced, he might not have been able to notice this at all. The man's acting skills were as natural as Master Xia's.

Their eyes intertwined for an instant, and the father and son determined how to maintain their "tacit understanding".

Chu Zihang guessed that because he was running all over the field, he was always in his line of sight and could not give full play, so he chose to stand in front and seal the net like his junior brother, leaving the rear completely to the man.

The situation instantly returned to its original balance. The two people behind were fighting inextricably. You kicked off the dunk and I went on stage. They went back and forth for more than half a minute. The badminton hall was full of "crackling" smashing sounds, like setting off firecrackers. of.

The two people who were showing off their skills crazily made Chu and Lu look at each other across the net and fell into a situation with nothing to do.

Fortunately, Master Xia was a little less martial-minded than Chu Tianjiao, and he was better at bullying children. The moment he took off again, he noticed that Old Chu had moved ahead of schedule, and decisively dunked the ball towards Chu Zihang on the other side.

Fortunately, Chu Zihang was more focused on his work and would not lose his mind. He directly threw the ball in front of the net and hit it back.

At this moment, Xiaoji gradually entered the state, forcing himself to regain the feeling of facing the jet jeep yesterday, and he jumped up and smashed the net.

This is the first time he has used an obvious offense so far in the game.

Seeing that his junior brother was no longer hiding it, Chu Zihang's eyes flashed brightly, and he slapped the ball back with a forehand.

In an instant, the brothers tacitly began to grab the net, frantically flicking the ball within one meter in front of the net, moving their bodies like two hard-working bees fighting for the ownership of a delicate flower.

This time, the two adults who were originally fighting so enthusiastically fell into a state of watching a show.

Others may not know it, but Xia Di knows very well that classmate Xiaolu, who has always kept a low profile, actually has a heart of a slut. However, the conditions in the past did not allow him to hide his inner sluttiness, only when he turned into a complainer. You can see one or two.

Now that he has a stage where he can express himself unscrupulously, and there are people who want to let him play even if there are no conditions to create conditions, he finally no longer has to suppress himself and has begun to learn to take the initiative to fight for it.

When Chu Zihang's angle when saving the ball was deviated and the ball flew slightly higher, Lu Mingfei's eyes lit up.

The first goal that shocked Xia Di was today!

Holding his breath, he stepped heavily on the ground with his right foot and jumped up high. Lu Mingfei was in mid-air and tried his best to stretch his torso. He raised his right hand high like a taut spring with full strength, and then swung the racket down hard at the highest point. .

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang, and Chu Zihang could not see the flight path of the badminton at all. He could only stand there and watch his junior brother fall to the ground gracefully, holding the badminton racket in his arms.

"Hmph - no one said anything. It seems that they were all shocked by the Sa family's shocking smash." Mr. Lu raised his eyes and looked to the opposite side. Sure enough, both his senior brother and his father remained silent with shocked expressions on their faces. The eyes looking at him were full of admiration.

Behind him, Lao Xia Tou applauded: "Amazing, amazing."

Even Fingel, who came out of the game in a hurry, gave him a thumbs up, saying that the little brother played really well.

Lu Mingfei, who was in a state of confusion, twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled like a hook. Just as he was about to see where his ball would land, he found that the opposite half was empty.

"What's going on, where is the ball?" A question mark appeared on Lu Mingfei's head. He thought it was blocked by his senior brothers and the others, so he deliberately took a few steps to the side, but still found no trace of the badminton.

Could it be that it was shot away? Then they shouldn't look like this.

He rubbed his head with a badminton racket, trying to figure out what was going on, but the next second he felt something hard and round on his head rubbing against him.

"What the hell?" Lu Mingfei muttered, moved the racket in front of him, and found that the badminton he was looking for was on top.

I saw that the straight strings of the racket had broken in the center at this moment, and some of the strings on the side were also bent and deformed. Only two-thirds of the badminton was stuck on the racket surface, and the semi-circular head There are several obvious cracks on it.

"Ah this..."

Looking at the badminton rackets that perished together, Xiaolu thought for a moment, hid behind him, and blamed Lao Xiatou: "The quality of this racket is so bad, uncle, what you bought is a fake product."

Sorry, something delayed me. It's a little short.