My male god is Xueba

The next day, Cheng Yuwei and Xie Mo went back to his dormitory after three classes and took a racket and a ball. On the way to the court, Xie Mo said: "This should be the first time you have come to my dormitory. You weren't there when the dormitory was smashed the first time, were you?"

Cheng Yuwei cleared his throat and said, "Yes."

Xie Mo's dormitory is of course cleaned up now, the bedding is clean and tidy, and there is no trace of being smashed at all.

Xie Mo glanced at him with a smile, and waved the racket bag in his hand: "I found that I didn't do anything else this day, and I just messed with you." In the past, I only had three classes and went my separate ways, but now it's good. , I will continue to play badminton after class.

The only thing Cheng Yu thinks is that when he was in school, his fun was surfing the Internet, chasing girls, and being with his girlfriend. Now he would rather go to class with Xie Mo or do other things. Even without Xie Mo, he would read books by himself , I don't have much contact with those younger brothers.

He raised his eyebrows: "Fucking with me, do you feel wronged?"

Xie Mo just smiled and said nothing.

There were not too many people on the court, and only one net was left empty. Xie Mo took out the racket and handed it to Cheng Yuwei, and then took out another ball: "Have you never played this before, or have you played it but it was bad?"

Cheng Yuwei said with some embarrassment: "I played it, it sucks."

His only memory of badminton was playing with his younger brother once in junior high school. He swung the racket more than a dozen times but only hit it a few times. He threw the racket at that time and never touched it again.

After thinking for a while, he added: "This is how I serve and hit the ball." He made a straight-arm stroke, "like the one that others often use," and he gestured for the high and long ball , "I won't."

"I see." Xie Mo led him towards the wall of the court, and stopped five meters away, "Let me demonstrate to you first."

As he spoke, his left foot moved forward slightly, then he threw the ball, swung the racket and hit the ball on the iron net.

It took only a few seconds to complete the whole movement, but Cheng Yuwei only had one feeling left in his heart: how handsome.

He has seen Xie Mo's movement related to sports before, which is grappling, but because he is the one who is captured every time, he is only angry and does not appreciate it. Watching Xie Mo play this time, he feels that this person's movements are very beautiful. From throwing the ball to swinging to hitting the ball, both the fluidity of the movement and the lines of the body are perfect.

"Come on, try it." Xie Mo took a new ball and handed it to Cheng Yuwei, "When swinging the racket, bend the arm and swing it above the left shoulder, and when hitting the ball, straighten the racket."

Cheng Yuwei nodded, moved his right foot back a little like him, then threw the ball and swung his racket—then there was no more, the ball had already landed behind him.

Cheng Yuwei: "..."

Xie Mo walked over to pick up the ball and put it in his hand: "When you swing the racket, you need to turn your wrist, try again."

Cheng Yuwei tried a few more times, but each time either he couldn't hit it or he could only wipe it with the edge of the racket. He was so angry that he almost wanted to slam the racket and leave like many years ago.

Xie Mo let out a breath, put his racket aside, took another ball to Cheng Yuwei, then stood behind him and stretched out his hand to hold the racket, and put the other hand on his waist superior.

"Throw the ball." Xie Mo said.

Cheng Yuwei threw it up according to his words, Xie Mo took his hand and twisted his wrist together, and when he swung the racket above his left shoulder, the ball just landed in the middle of the racket and was hit out.

"I hit it!" Cheng Yuwei turned around and smiled happily, as if he had hit it.

Xie Mo also smiled, took another ball and put it in his hand as before, then led him to serve the ball, let go of his hand and turned his wrist: "Do you understand now? The wrist should be How did it turn around?"

"Yeah!" Cheng Yuwei's eyes sparkled with excitement.

A familiar female voice suddenly came from behind: "A Wei, Xie Mo, you are here too."

The two turned their heads together, and the girl who came was Song Qian.

Xie Mo withdrew the hand that was still on Cheng Yuwei's waist.

"You're here." He nodded and said.

"You guys, what are you doing?" Song Qian walked a little forward, although she was talking to Xie Mo, her eyes gradually shifted to Cheng Yuwei.

"I'm teaching Xiaowei how to play badminton." Xie Mo said.

"Oh?" Song Qian looked straight at Cheng Yuwei this time, "Why would Ah Wei think of playing badminton?"

"That's right," Cheng Yuwei cleared his throat, "I suddenly want to learn."

"Really," Song Qian pursed her lips, "Then you guys go ahead, I'll go first."

"Aren't you coming to play with us? We can play a game together to show Xiaowei." Xie Mo said with a smile.

Cheng Yuwei glanced at him speechlessly, and Song Qian also smiled lightly and said, "No need, I just came to see you, I have something else to do, goodbye."

After she finished speaking, she turned and left. Cheng Yuwei looked at her beautiful back, she was very pretty in a white dress, but for some reason she seemed a little lonely.

"What's wrong with her?" Cheng Yuwei frowned subconsciously, "It seems very unhappy?"

"Hehe," Xie Mo looked at him amusedly, "Can you tell?"

"Of course." Cheng Yuwei looked at him for a few more seconds before turning to him, "I've been with her for so long, I don't know what she looks like when she's unhappy."

Although Song Qian was smiling when talking to them, there were still subtle wrinkles between her brows, and her eyes were watery, which clearly showed that she was not happy.

"Okay, let's continue." Xie Mo patted him on the shoulder, "You post it yourself this time."

"Okay." Cheng Yuwei glanced at Song Qian's gone figure again, and sighed softly.

He turned to the wall, tossed the ball, raised his arm, swung the ball, hit the ball hard with the wall again, and the ball spun out to the left.

Xie Mo resisted the urge to roll his eyes, took out another ball and stuffed it into his hand, grabbed his hand and waist roughly with both hands, "Throw the ball!"

Cheng Yuwei was startled, and quickly threw the ball up. Xie Mo grabbed his hand and kicked the ball forcefully, and it landed on the wall with a "snap".

Xie Mo exhaled, and said in a soft voice: "It should be like this." This time, he held Cheng Yuwei's hand and turned his wrist together to demonstrate.

Cheng Yuwei lowered his head, but was surprised to find that Xie Mo's hand was very white, and he could clearly see the difference in color when he held it together with his own. He was so close to him, that handsome face was so close, and his heartbeat seemed to be faintly speeding up.

"Did you hear that? What are you looking at me for?" Xie Mo saw that he just stared at him without speaking, his voice became cold.

"Ah." Cheng Yuwei hurriedly turned around.

Xie Mo withdrew his two hands angrily, Cheng Yuwei stuck out his tongue guiltyly, took a ball and threw it up, but he didn't hit anything with his racket, and then he felt his head was hit lightly. It was the ball that fell.

Xie Mo opened his mouth, too lazy to say another word.

There is a thing called talent, but Cheng Yuwei definitely does not have it when it comes to playing badminton. This is the conclusion Xie Mo finally came to after observing for a long time.They stayed on the court for an hour, and the young master didn't even send a normal ball. The best thing was to miss it with the edge of the net. Seeing that the time on the phone had already reached four o'clock. At forty, Xie Mo finally couldn't bear it and said, "I said you are really the worst student I have ever taught. It's been so long and you still can't serve a ball well?"

Of course, Cheng Yuwei didn't feel that he played well, but he was not impatient this time, and he thought it was quite interesting to send it again if he didn't do well once.

Hearing what Xie Mo said, he looked over curiously: "Have you taught other people? Who?"