Marvel's Agents of the Spear

"I would have forgotten if you didn't tell me." Jane said with a smile, "I also have an assistant who needs help explaining what she is doing."

Daisy retorted, "That's because you only told me I would get six credits for assisting you with your research."

That's because you don't understand anything else. The words circled around in Jane's mouth and returned to her stomach. She was very satisfied with Fa Ze's performance. She asked her to be her assistant in order to take care of Daisy. After all, the two were very good friends. However, due to her talent and personality, the help Daisy can provide is really limited. Her biggest role is to help stun bastards with evil intentions.

She really needs an assistant with proven expertise.

"Now that you know something about Einstein's Rosen Bridge, you should also understand how difficult it is. If you are willing, I am going to observe the prediction results recently, and you can go with us." Jane said with some anticipation. .

Faze looked quite moved, and said hesitantly, "It's not quite appropriate."

"Dick will come with us, too." Jane understood.

Fa Ze nodded, "It's an honor to participate in your research."

"Me too," Jane smiled slightly, "If the doctor has time, he can come with us to have a look. Believe me, you will never be disappointed."

"I still have teaching duties here," Ruolin shook her head, "Next time."

"Okay." Jane nodded and discussed lunch with Dick.

After lunch, everyone moved to the coffee shop. Fa Ze and Jian had an in-depth discussion on the issue of wormholes. Although Fa Ze did not have as much knowledge as Jian, he was better at reading a lot of books. His physique was far beyond that of ordinary people and his memory was very good. The big increase, coupled with the sensitivity to space, actually raised many interesting hypotheses for Jane.

Daisy's ears were always red because of Fa Ze's voice, so she had to play with Ruolin to distract her attention and contribute to her great career of earning credits.

Ruolin naturally understood Daisy's purpose, her face remained as indifferent as ever, but she secretly began to guide the conversation, and slowly found out Daisy's true identity.

Compared to the four of them, Dick was too embarrassed to know what to do.

He didn't understand astronomy, and he was too embarrassed to interrupt girls' topics.

Especially when Ruolin had an indifferent attitude towards him, he was afraid that if he said anything wrong, she would send her directly to a mental hospital.

As for leaving, what a joke. His girlfriend was chatting passionately with another man, how could Dick leave.

What if the two of them chatted until midnight looking at the stars and counting the moon for astronomy?

Dick's face turned green.

"Let's go play tennis," Dick suggested.

Jane was stunned, "Why did you suddenly think of playing tennis?"

"Anyway, everyone has nothing to do in the afternoon, so why not do some exercise together? Sitting for a long time is not good for your health." Dick explained. You can't say that I am a lousy tennis player and want to torture this boy who is having a lively chat with his girlfriend.

Ruolin glanced at Dick and said nothing.

But Dick felt that his little thoughts were instantly seen through. Women who study psychology are really scary.

"But I don't know how." Daisy put her chin in her hands. She felt like she had met her soulmate in life, so she had no intention of playing tennis.

It is always very comfortable to get along with people with high emotional intelligence. Daisy feels this way now. The countless problems that troubled her gradually disappeared during the chat with Ruolin, making her feel relaxed all over.

Fa Ze spread his hands and said, "Neither can I."

"Ping pong is also called table tennis." Ruolin gave Faze a look.

"I know tennis." Faze nodded vigorously.

In the end, it was decided that Jane and Dick would team up, Ruolin and Fa Ze would team up, and they would be a mixed doubles team.

Daisy acted as referee, sitting on a high chair.

Faze changed into blue shorts and shorts, clamped his racket and began to check the tennis rules.

Just after taking a quick look, a pair of small lawn tennis shoes appeared in my sight. White tennis socks wrap around the ankles, and the smooth calves have beautiful curves, just like when a lotus blooms, the petal closest to the stamen steals the luster of the dewdrops under the moon, and condenses into beautiful jade at the most beautiful moment.

The lower edge of the skirt is composed of a translucent mesh structure. Between the blurred hollows, you can vaguely see the shapely thighs restrained by the shorts. The tiny and wonderful arcs overflowing from the edges are like warm milk rising up from the cup under the action of tension. A small section along the edge has a natural beauty and thrilling tenderness.

The top with mid-sleeves seems to be too tight, clinging tightly to the flat belly, revealing the slenderness of the waist. If your eyes continue to move upward, you will find that the elasticity of this top is amazing, which makes people worry about the waist.

The material of the top seems to have been challenged. After all, it is for people who exercise, not for hiding two rabbits on the chest.

Especially the two fat and white rabbits that were raised.

"Do you understand?" A cold voice sounded in my ears.

"I don't understand." Faze shook his head subconsciously, "This is simply an unsolved mystery in the world."

The racket was placed against his chin. As his crystal forearm moved up, Faze was forced to raise his head and meet the cold eyes behind the lenses, "I'm talking about the ball."

"I'm talking about the ball too," Fazer replied.

"Gui." Ruolin said the last word, and the temperature around Faze dropped to a terrifying level in an instant.

"I'm also talking about the rules of the game." Faze retreated, "What do you think?"

"" Ruolin glanced at him, "Go and serve."

In doubles, the server decides who will serve first in the first game of each set, and the opponent decides who will serve first at the beginning of the second game. In the third game, another player from the side who served in the first game serves. In the 2th game, another player who served in the 3nd game will serve.

The team that receives the ball first shall decide who will receive the serve first at the beginning of the first game, and shall continue to receive the serve first in the odd-numbered game of the set. Both sides should also decide who will receive the serve at the beginning of the second game, and will continue to receive the serve first in this even-numbered game. The partners should take turns receiving the serve in each game.

Standing in the area behind the end line, between the midpoint and the supposed extension of the sideline, Fazer recalled the rules he had seen before, threw the tennis ball in his hand into the air, and swung the ball before it hit the ground.

The rules stipulate that during the entire serving action, he is not allowed to change his original position by walking or running. His feet are only allowed to stand in the prescribed position and are not allowed to touch other areas.

The rapidly flying tennis ball easily crossed the short net and the opponent's court boundary.

"Wrong serve" Daisy yelled.

The excitement made Faze use a little too much force. He took out another tennis ball from his pocket, and Faze served for the second time from the original position.