Quickly pass through the big slag attack counterattack system

On the way back, Zhou Fan was still driving. Qin Yue looked out through the car window. The weather is mild now, which is very suitable for outdoor sports.There are quite a lot of people doing outdoor activities.The sun was shining, but not hot.

"Teacher, will you rest tomorrow too?" Qin Yue turned his head and looked expectantly at Zhou Fan, and then he turned his head to look out the car window.There is a newly built stadium, and the red and green electronic plastic tennis courts on the ground are brightly colored.Qin Yue kept watching until the stadium disappeared at the end of his sight.

"It's a rest day, but I don't plan to rest." Zhou Fan probably knew what he meant, but he didn't have the idea he wanted.He didn't want to give Qin Yue fruitless expectations.

"Oh? Why, teacher, you work so late every day, you should relax to your heart's content on the rest day, this is called relaxation!" Qin Yue tilted his head, stretched his arms and made a waving movement, it was really hard for him to be caught The seat belt is still so restless, "Let's go play tennis!"

"Tennis?" Zhou Fan has never played tennis. If he directly agrees to play tennis, he will definitely make a fool of himself, but he doesn't want to admit that he can't. After all, as Qin Yue's teacher, it would be embarrassing for him to say that he won't, " Not really wanting to go. And playing tennis for two is boring."

"So the teacher said that he wants to go with the light bulb? It's not impossible..." Qin Yue muttered in a low voice, he looked a little disappointed, and said in a pitiful tone, "I just want to play with the teacher... then Call my roommates."

"Next week. Tomorrow I want to sort out the work of the Academy of Sciences. There are many experimental results that have not been summarized." Zhou Fan replied after thinking for a while.His recent exercise volume has indeed declined, and he is a little tired of mechanical exercises. Learning some new exercises is also a way to divert his attention.

"Then teacher, shall we have dinner together tonight?" Qin Yue pointed his fingers, and just finished saying this sentence shyly, the car stopped, he looked out of the car window, and unconsciously pulled his mouth down, Showing a sad look.

Outside the car window is the south gate of Imperial First University.With red walls and green tiles, cornices and corners, this historic university still adopts the style of the ancient college.

Zhou Fan pressed the button to open the door, and the door on Qinyue's side opened.

"Bye." Zhou Fan didn't respond to his question asking for a meal.

Qin Yue put on his seat belt awkwardly and got out of the car.After walking two steps, he turned his head again, ran to Zhou Fan's side, and knocked on his car window.

Zhou Fan lowered the car window.

"Play tennis together next Saturday, the teacher must not forget!"

"I won't forget."

When the car window was raised, Zhou Fan saw Qin Yue standing in the same place through the rearview mirror.

Back at the Academy of Sciences, it took Zhou Fan about two hours to sort out all the experimental results that had not been summarized before.

He sat in a daze on the lift chair, constantly adjusting the height of the chair, absently opening the Internet, and wandering aimlessly.

"Tennis?" He murmured to himself, opened the sports tutorial store, and ordered a virtual coach to teach tennis from beginner to master.

"Collect all the wonderful things in the world, chase the ball for a perfect life, love tennis and life! Welcome to order the Super Coach's Tennis Beginner's Guide!" After the energetic virtual advertisement sound, the option of virtual character popped up in front of you, and you can choose the gender of the coach.

Zhou Fan chose "male".

A blond man with tangled but not overly muscular arms appeared in front of him.Probably because it originated from an alien domain, the coaches all used the appearance of an alien domain, but Zhou Fan didn't reject people from an alien domain, and it didn't make much difference to him.

"Hello, I'm your coach Luis. If you want to play tennis well, the most important thing is to choose a suitable tennis racket. The tennis racket you choose must pay attention to the following: the racket should not be too heavy, why? Because It puts too much load on the wrist and arm muscles..."

Zhou Fan knew that the next step was to sell tennis rackets, so Zhou Fan immediately fast-forwarded the tutorial and skipped the section on recommending tennis rackets and introducing scoring methods.

"Then let me introduce the preparation posture for tennis!" The blond muscular coach in front of him stood with his legs apart, his knees slightly bent, his upper body leaned forward slightly, and his arms were slightly bent. He held the racket with his right hand and lightly held the handle with his left hand. , put the racket in front of you.

"This kind of action is a standard posture for hitting and preparing for the ball. After each shot, please maintain a state of split-leg jumping or two-leg alternating small jumps, just like me!" The coach held the racket and hopped lightly for two times Down.

Zhou Fan rolled a book into a strip and started practicing moves instead of a tennis racket.

This kind of study lasted for more than an hour, and Zhou Fan was already covered in sweat.At this time, he returned to the place where he started selling rackets.Finally, the system scanned the size of his palm and the length of his arm, and automatically matched him with a single classic oval-shaped tennis racket.Zhou Fan clicked the button to place an order and chose to deliver it tomorrow morning.

In the next week, Zhou Fan will practice tennis sparring with virtual coaches in the training room of the Academy of Sciences.

Qin Yue was sent to another school to exchange and study with students from that school for about a week, so Zhou Fan didn't see him this week.

On Friday, Qin Yue contacted Zhou Fan's communicator.

"Teacher, we haven't seen each other for a week, do you miss me?"

"No."

"Teacher, I will definitely come back tomorrow. It's over there at the new stadium. Can I do it at ten o'clock tomorrow, teacher? By the way, I have invited two classmates to go with me!"

"Okay, see you then." Zhou Fan was just about to hang up, but Qin Yue stopped him loudly.

"Wait! Teacher, I miss you very much." Qin Yue said something coyly, and then started to ask again, "I sent so many messages to the teacher, why didn't the teacher reply?"

"Information? What information?" Zhou Fan clicked on the communicator, but did not find the information sent by Qin Yue.

"Hey? Didn't the teacher receive it?" Qin Yue's voice was full of surprise.

"Let me take a look." Zhou Fan opened the trash can of the communicator and scanned around, and sure enough, he saw Qin Yue's name in a lot of junk messages, "It was automatically blocked by the system, I usually don't use messages, all Information will be blocked automatically."

"Oh...then what does the teacher use to communicate with friends?"

"Sometimes I will go to the social account of StarInternet to communicate."

"I want the teacher's social number."

"I'll tell you when you get first place in your professional class." After speaking, Zhou Fan unilaterally cut off contact.

The next day Zhou Fan packed the rackets he received, took two balls with him, and put the tennis clothes in the sports bag together.This big bag was left here by Qin Yue, and it contained a lot of food. Zhou Fan happened to not have such a sports bag, so he used it first.

He still rented a suspension car on the side of the road this time. When driving, he thought about whether it is time to buy a car. There is a parking space in the Academy of Sciences. It is not too far to drive to the school, and it is convenient to go out, especially after waiting until When the weather is extremely cold.Zhou Fan began to seriously consider Qin Yue's suggestion of letting him buy a car.

When he came to the stadium, Qin Yue was very rarely there.His two roommates had already arrived.

Qin Yue's two roommates are not too tall, and one of them is fatter. His tennis suit is like a huge pocket to hold him in it. He is running on the field with his short legs shaking his racket, and his movements are quite skillful , It can be seen that they often fight.

The other thinner player has better skills, and can basically catch the ball from the opposite side.

"Morning, Mr. Zhou!" The two stopped their hands and greeted Zhou Fan almost in unison.

"Hasn't Qin Yue come yet?" Zhou Fan looked at the two students who had already changed into their tennis attire.

"I have already contacted his communicator, but there has been no response." The fat roommate called out the communicator and dialed it again, but there was still no response.

"Let me try." The thin roommate also called out the communicator and started to contact, but there was still no response from the other side.

"Maybe something is delayed, Mr. Zhou, let's wait for him while playing!" The fat roommate picked up the racket eagerly.

"Okay, you guys fight first, I'll warm up." Zhou Fan started to do warm-up exercises on the side, watching the two of them playing back and forth so lively.

Zhou Fan played a few rounds with the two in turn, and the time passed quickly.

"Has Qin Yue not replied yet?" The fat roommate wiped the sweat off his face with a towel, gulped down a large amount of water, and turned to ask the thin roommate.

"No, the communicator will ring if there is a reply." The thin roommate called out the communicator to check the time, "It's already noon, Qin Yue agreed to treat us to dinner!"

"Come on, I'll treat you to dinner." Zhou Fan greeted the two students with a smile. They were all his students anyway, and it's normal to treat guests to dinner occasionally.

"That's so embarrassing." The fat roommate said embarrassingly, but started to arrange the equipment in his hands non-stop.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhou!" The thin roommate immediately smiled, and sent a message to Qin Yue, showing off that Mr. Zhou invited them to dinner.

"Qin Yue will definitely be very angry. He talks about Teacher Zhou every day and keeps talking about what clothes Teacher Zhou is wearing today. Teacher Zhou must be in a bad mood because of his low voice in class today. Teacher Zhou asked me to answer questions today. Now, is he interested in me, Balabala, I'm going to be bored to death by him in the dormitory." The fat roommate started discussing Qin Yue carelessly, perhaps because he thought it would bring him closer to Zhou Fan.

"That's right, that's right," the skinny roommate nodded in agreement, "Recently, he became Teacher Zhou's assistant, right? He spent a whole day in the dormitory talking about it! All day, my ears are going to grow calluses! I also I really want to be Teacher Zhou's assistant!"

"I don't think I need an assistant, but the Academy of Sciences recruits interns every year. Are you interested in trying?" Zhou Fan packed his equipment and walked towards the locker room.

"Have!"

"Definitely interested!"

The two followed behind him, graciously helping Zhou Fan with the equipment.

"Then let's exchange the communication methods. I will send you the registration address. Then just fill in the form. Also," Zhou Fan stopped and rubbed his sore arms. He still needed to persist Do some exercise, "If Qin Yue comes back, let me know."

The two nodded in agreement.

Qin Yue's contact never came.Zhou Fan wondered if he was in the exchange school, the communicator was confiscated, and he was locked up to exchange the experimental results.Because the exchange study at Imperial Institute of Technology is different from Imperial First University, the style is relatively tough, and the military training method is used to treat students.

Confiscating the communicator is just their usual way, so that students can concentrate on their studies and not be distracted by the entertainment content on the interstellar network.

At night, Zhou Fan couldn't help dialing his communication number, but of course he didn't get through.

Regarding the news about Qin Yue, Zhou Fan was notified only the next day. It came from his roommate, and the voice from the other side was undecided, trembling.

"Mr. Zhou, Qin Yue is dead..."