dream girlfriend come true

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

When Yang Nai was worried about Yukino's situation, Sobugao's daily life was as calm as before.

"Jingle bell~~~"

The bell rang for the end of the last class, and the teacher in get out of class left immediately without delay.

Xingjian also quickly packed up his things, ready to run away.

One day today, Yukinoshita looked at him more frequently than in the past three or five days combined, and each time he still had a faint smile on his face, so he could tell at a glance that there must be some big hole waiting for him.

At this time, tactical retreat is the best choice, followed by facing difficulties.

"See you, where are you going?"

But when Xing Jian was about to slip away with his schoolbag on his hands, Yukinoshita grabbed him by the corner of his clothes.

In front of many students in the class, Xing Jian couldn't just slip away regardless, he turned around and looked at Yukinoshita, and said with a smile, "Xiaoxue, what's the matter?"

"En? Xingjian, what are you talking about?" Yukino put his hands on his chest and said with a faint smile: "Xingjian, you will not forget that we will start training today, right?"

"Training?" Xingjian frowned.

"Yes, tennis training." Yukinoshita took out the tennis racket he had prepared and threw it to Hoshimi, "Hoshimi, don't worry, I will definitely 'teach' you well."

Hearing Yukinoshita's deliberately emphasized pronunciation, Xingjian's eyelids twitched.

Sure enough?There was nothing wrong with what he thought, Xuexia was going to drag him into the water together.

"That's it... I will work hard." Xing Jian swung his tennis racket, not too afraid of the upcoming "teaching".

After all, he is a boy no matter what, and he is not afraid of Yukinoshita doing something to him in the name of "teaching", anyway, at most it will make him exhausted.

"Well, this is the attitude that Xingjian should have for you." Yukinoshita's smile was still light, but there was a hint of sarcasm in it.

Xingjian raised his brows slightly, "Xiaoxue, let's go then and go to the tennis court to 'study'."

"Okay, let's go." Yukinoshita stepped on the tennis bag, smiled and walked towards the tennis court with Xingjian one after the other.

When the two were about to leave the classroom, Yukinoshita raised his hand and pressed Hoshimi's left shoulder.

"En? Is there anything else?" Xingjian turned around and asked.

"There is indeed one more thing." Yukinoshita slightly raised the volume to attract the attention of more students, "Xingjian, remember to get up at six o'clock tomorrow morning, we have to run in the morning to strengthen our physical strength."

"Student Yukinoshita is really responsible. She will start teaching Hoshimi-san at six o'clock in the morning."

"Yeah, I originally thought that Yukinoshita was just talking, but I didn't expect to come for the real thing. Come on Hoshiki~"

"It's pretty good. After training like this, I'm also looking forward to Hoshimi-san and Yukinoshita-san's tennis mixed doubles performance."

"Well~ After all, it's a combination of handsome men and beautiful women. It's very eye-catching just by looking at it, and it's even better to get a ranking."

Listening to the whispers of the girls in the class, Xingjian's eyelids twitched faster unconsciously.

As expected of the clever and clever Miss Yukinoshita, she has become more and more proficient in using public opinion.

"Xiaoxue, I understand." Xingjian lowered his head and answered as he looked at Xuexia with a happy expression in his brows and eyes.

Then, Xingjian changed the subject and said: "Xiaoxue, I may have slept a little in the morning, remember to wake me up, whether you just lift the quilt or pour cold water on me, I won't say anything, after all, you know I didn't wake up angry."

As soon as these words came out, Yukinoshita's expression immediately turned cold.

She didn't need to listen to it to guess what those girls were thinking of when they were induced by Xingjian.

She pinched Xingjian's left shoulder and pushed him forcefully to the outside of the classroom, "Xingjian, it's time to go to the tennis court."

"Okay, Xiaoxue."

.........

"Under the snow, what shall we practice first?"

On the edge of the tennis court, Hoshimi, who had already changed into sportswear, asked Yukinoshita beside him.

"What to practice first..." Yukinoshita, who had also changed into sportswear, folded her chest with one hand and supported her chin with the other, thinking.

She glanced at Xingjian out of the corner of her eye, "Hold the racket first and show me."

"Okay." Xing Jian held the tennis racket, casually holding the racket with one hand.

"..." Yukino glanced at Xingjian's hand, and said indifferently: "There is a gap between the palm and the handle of the racket, and the index finger and middle finger are not firmly grasped, and the overall posture is relatively relaxed. Xingjian, this is a badminton racket for you." Grip, that's not how tennis racquets are held."

"Really? Then how to hold it?"

"Will there be a handshake?"

"Is this not nonsense? Can I still shake hands?"

Yukinoshita turned around and stared at Hoshimi with a blank expression, "It's good if you can shake hands, pick up your racket, put your right palm on the racket surface, slide back along the racket face to the handle and hold it .”

"So?" Xingjian held the racket following Yukinoshita's guidance.

"Well, this is the oriental forehand grip." Yukinoshita added.

"Eastern way?" Xingjian frowned, silently guessing which country in the East it originated from.

Seeing Hoshimi thoughtfully, Yukinoshita added again: "Is there a problem with the 'Oriental' grip that originated on the clay courts in the eastern United States?"

"...no problem."

It turned out to be this "East".

No wonder, he was still thinking that tennis didn't originate in the East, so why did he come up with an "Oriental" grip.

Inertial thinking kills people.

"Since there is a forehand, how do you hold the backhand?"

Seeing that Xuexia was really going to teach him, Xingjian asked with great interest.

"Turn 90° to the left on the basis of the forehand grip, align the tiger's mouth with the upper left slope of the handle, when hitting a lower ball, bend your thumb slightly, and use the belly of your thumb to press the lower left slope to prevent the racket head from drooping. understand?"

"Understood." Xing Jian tried it, and it wasn't too difficult, and he could do it with a little attention.

"Okay, since there is no problem with gripping the racket, let's start to develop the sense of the ball." Yukinoshita took out a tennis ball from the tennis bag and threw it to Hoshimi.

"Let's start, volley the ball, 50 in a row as a group, first complete 6 groups and let me see."

"Huh?" Hoshimi, who got the tennis ball, looked at Yukinoshita in surprise, "Yukishita, you made a mistake, right? 6 sets? 300 hits?"

"Is there a problem? When I started learning, I did 10 sets and 500 reps. Are you inferior to me?" Yukinoshita's mouth curled up, and a hint of sarcasm emerged.

"Who did you learn from?" Xing Jian, who always felt something was wrong, asked one more question.

"My sister." Yukinoshita replied concisely.

"...All right, it seems that your sister is very kind to you." After Xingjian muttered something, he turned around and found a corner to practice volleying the ball silently by himself.

Seeing Xingjian under the snow slipped to a corner, Crescent followed with a slight frown.

"En? What are you doing here?" Hearing the familiar footsteps behind him, Xing Jian turned around and asked.

"Supervise you."

"..." Xing Jian curled his lips, turned his head and shook the ball silently.

Looking at Hoshimi's back, Yukinoshita silently took out the tennis racket, preparing to let Hoshimi know the pain called "teaching" when he made a mistake.

It is basically impossible for beginners to perform 50 consecutive volleys.

Generally speaking, the standard for beginners is 10 volley balls, and it is considered a pass if they are successfully completed.

When her older sister taught her tennis, she only volleyed 20 times, a total of ten sets.

Now for Xingjian, she naturally has to raise her standards a little bit.

"Snapped--"

Hoshimi failed to juggle the ball, and the tennis ball fell to the ground.

Yukinoshita, who had been waiting for a long time, held the front part of the tennis racket handle with her right hand, pointed the rear end of the thicker tennis handle at Hoshimi's butt, and slapped it mercilessly.

"Snapped!"

044. "Is that door open or closed?"

"Snapped!"

A thrust came from behind, and Xing Jian, who was bending over to pick up the ball, was knocked staggering.

He stood firm and looked back at Yukinoshita in astonishment.

He ever thought that Yukinoshita would deliberately assign excessive tasks in the "teaching" and make him tired.

Or simply spar with him, exhausting him to the point of exhaustion.

But he didn't expect that Yukinoshita would hit him directly with a tennis racket.

This is really unexpected, but it seems to be reasonable.

"What? Is there a problem?" Yukinoshita looked at Xingjian playfully, "Haven't you heard the famous saying that under the ruler there are high disciples?"

"..." Xingjian turned around and squinted his eyes to look at Yukinoshita.

Is it his delusion?

Suddenly, he seemed to see his own shadow in Yukinoshita.

"Huh~"

Seeing that Xingjian couldn't maintain his false smile, Yukinoshita felt much relieved.

She chuckled, played with the racket and continued: "Xing Jian, I learned this from you. Make rules and strictly enforce them."

"..." After staring at each other silently for a while, Xingjian and Yukinoshita said quietly, "Xueshita, I made it clear to you when I made the rules, but you didn't tell me. say clearly."

"Oh? Really? Didn't I tell you the rules?" Yukinoshita raised her eyebrows, showing the same apologetic smile as Xingjian, "I'm really sorry."

Then, Yukinoshita changed the topic, "But now Xingjian, you should know the rules, how about it? Experience the rules with your physical body once and remember them very firmly?"

Xing Jian smiled, and the smile was unusually sunny, "Indeed, I remember it very clearly now."

"..." Seeing Xing Jian with a warm smile, Yukinoshita felt uneasy in his heart.

Vaguely, she has realized that in tonight's dream, there is a high probability that Xingjian will be fully fired.

But so what?