Tennis Superstar Reborn

Chapter 41

The driver of Ji Zhun's family was already waiting outside the school gate.

Wang Borong was a little embarrassed when he learned that he was going to Ji Zhun's house with a big bag. The driver helped to salute the bag and put it in the trunk. Wang Borong slipped into the co-pilot. He didn't want to sit with Ji Zhun. Damn, I don't know how Song Zi'er became friends with Ji Zhun, I admire it!admire!

Ji Zhun and Chen Song sat in the back row, and there was a moment of silence in the carriage, which was indeed a bit awkward. Wang Borong sat in the front and praised his foresight, which was a pain for their pine nuts.

It was already dark when the car arrived at Ji Zhun's house. Aunt Zhang was standing in the yard helping to carry things. How dare Chen Song bother, kicked Wang Borong and said with a smile, "We will take it ourselves."

Aunt Zhang didn't refuse, she smiled kindly and looked at Ji Zhun, "I prepared what you like to eat, and I didn't say that friends are coming, I don't even know what they like to eat..."

"Aunt Zhang, we can eat anything, we are not picky eaters." Chen Song smiled cutely, "I will trouble you."

"No trouble, no trouble." Aunt Zhang said repeatedly.

With his pocket in his pocket, Ji Zhun asked, "Is my dad coming back today?"

"Mr. said that there is a meeting, and I want you to eat first." Aunt Zhang said.

The guest room has been cleaned. Chen Song and Wang Borong live in two guest rooms on the first floor. They put things away and washed their hands one after another. Humanity: "Just right, just right, sit down."

Ji Zhun was already sitting beside him.

Aunt Zhang and the driver ate together in the rest room at the back.

Seeing that Aunt Zhang had left, Wang Borong breathed a sigh of relief. He was somewhat restrained, and secretly glanced at Song Zier, who was squinting at him.

"See if I can eat?" Chen Song conveniently picked up beef brisket with chopsticks for Wang Borong, "Aren't you hungry? Eat quickly."

Wang Borong immediately admired Chen Song even more.

Four dishes and one soup, three of them are meat, and the taste is sweet and sour. For example, this stewed beef brisket with tomato, Chen Song glanced sideways at Ji Zhun. The speed is faster than him and Wang Borong, and the posture is still very elegant. The chopsticks are frequently used to cook this tomato beef brisket. It seems that the taste is sweet and sour.

Kind of like a Southerner.

Chen Song prefers salty and spicy food.

Ji Zhun's rice bowl was empty, so he turned around to get more rice, and when he came back, seeing that Chen Song's rice bowl was also empty, he said, "There is still rice in the kitchen, go and fill it yourself."

So Chen Song took the bowl to add more food, and Wang Borong followed up.

Three young men, after a meal, a table full of dishes, all eaten clean.

Aunt Zhang smiled happily when she saw it, "Xiaozhun's food is good today! It's different when you have friends. What else do you want to eat tomorrow? I'll prepare it. It's been cold recently, so I need to drink more soup... …”

"Aunt Zhang can figure it out, I'll take my friends to play first."

"Okay, would you like fruit snacks and tea?"

Ji Zhun swallowed the refusal, and glanced at Chen Song, "Do you want some snacks?"

Chen Song touched his round belly, shook his head and said, "I can't eat anymore."

Wang Borong next to him had a look of pity, but Ji Zhun couldn't see him, "No need to prepare." Then he turned to Chen Song, "Come to my room and do your homework first."

When he was full, Chen Song just wanted to share, but at Ji Zhun's house, he still listened to Ji Zhun.

Wang Borong's face is so unlovable, it's too scary, has Song Zier's after-dinner habit been reversed by Ji Zhun? !

The three of them were studying in Ji Zhun's small study room. Chen Song was drowsy from reading English, his head hit the book with a bang, and a little snoring started after a while.Wang Borong carefully glanced at Ji Zhun's face, why is Ji Zhun smiling! ! !

Something is wrong!

Wang Borong was frightened, and lowered his head, pretending to be studying hard.

Ji Zhun propped his chin and kept staring at the drooling Chen Song. Chen Song still slept soundly with determination until -----

"Fuck, it hurts! Who pinched me--" Chen Song covered his face and jumped up, "Ji Zhun, what are you doing--"

"Dad." Ji Zhun said, looking at the door.

When Chen Song froze, Wang Borong also stood up in fright. When they turned around, they saw a man standing at the door. He looked very young, tall and serious, wearing a shirt and suit pants. He seemed to have just returned from work, and his eyes were very sharp. He glanced at Chen Song and Wang Borong, and then smiled, becoming very kind all of a sudden.

But Chen Song and Wang Borong were terrified, they couldn't feel Papa Ji's kindness at all, it was because the look in his eyes just now was too scary.

"Xiao Zhun, your friend? Let me introduce you to Dad." Ji's father said with a smile.

"Chen Song and Wang Borong are from our tennis team." Ji Zhun finished his introduction in one sentence.

Ji's father smiled and nodded, "This is the first time Xiaozhun brings friends back, the two little classmates are welcome at home, play well, just tell Aunt Zhang if you need anything." Then he left.

When Chen Song saw that Papa Ji had left, the soul that had just lost his fright came back, and he became more energetic.

"Are you still sleeping?" Ji Zhun asked with a smile.

Chen Song shook his head like a rattle, "I'm not sleepy anymore, I'm not sleeping anymore." I thought to myself, Ji Zhun's appearance is a miniature version of Ji's father!

"It's good if you don't feel sleepy." Ji Zhun smiled with his lips curled up, "Put on the racket."

Chen Song knew he was going to play.

Carrying a golf bag, walking along the detour in the community, the lights were dim, and gusts of wind blew past. Chen Song felt that his pores had been blown open, and asked tremblingly, "Do you feel a little cold?"

What responded to him was Ji Zhun's cold gaze, sweeping Chen Song up and down, "You wear too little."

So Wang Borong just wanted to scare Chen Song into a frightening atmosphere and disappeared, and he said lazily, "That's it."

After walking for less than 10 minutes, we walked through the path and saw an open-air tennis court. It was a real grass tennis court with bright lights and no one in the court. The three of us went there. Swing practice.

Ji Zhun didn't make a move this time, allowing Wang Borong and Chen Song to cooperate with each other.

"Play what you each do best."

Chen Song's flexible ball, Wang Borong's strong ball.The weight on Chen Song's wrist was not removed, and when he caught the first strong ball, his whole arm stayed backward for a moment due to the strong impact, and then was caught by Chen Song. Although it was a little difficult, he caught it anyway. up.

Wang Borong didn't show mercy, so Chen Song naturally wouldn't. The various angles Ji Zhun played with him yesterday flashed through his mind, and Chen Song reproduced them one by one. Looking at Chen Song with deep meaning in his heart.

The two of you came and went, Chen Song had some difficulty at the beginning and then gradually got used to it. When the training was over, his whole arm was numb, and he didn't feel it when he hit it.

The wind was very cool at night, and the starry sky in the suburbs was very bright. The three of them walked back side by side. Chen Song glanced at the sky and said with a smile: "Tomorrow will be a sunny day."

Back at Ji Zhun's house, Aunt Zhang prepared a supper. Seeing the three of them, she smiled and said, "I know you guys are going to play golf, and you must be hungry when you come back. I made some small wontons, fresh shrimp and big meat. Where do you want to eat?" kind?"

It’s okay if Aunt Zhang doesn’t say anything, but when I mention it, Chen Song is also hungry, and his stomach growls, “Can I combine two in one?”

"It's done." Aunt Zhang likes Chen Song very much. He is cute, generous and polite.

Wang Borong followed suit and asked for the same. When it was Ji Zhun's turn, he nodded, "Then it's all the same."

It's past ten o'clock, and it's already eleven o'clock when the fresh and tender wontons are on the table. Ji Zhun glanced at the wontons on the table, "Where's my dad?"

Aunt Zhang held the tray, "Sir is in the study, send it up now."

"I'm here, Aunt Zhang, go to sleep, I'll clean up the dishes myself." Ji Zhun took the tray.

Aunt Zhang didn't want to, but she couldn't hold back Ji Zhun, so she hurriedly said, "Then put it there, and I'll clean it up tomorrow morning."

Ji Zhun didn't reply, he went up to the second floor with a tray, and came down empty-handed after a while.The small wontons on the dining table smelled fragrant, Chen Song and Wang Borong didn't start them, when Ji Zhun came down and saw the two sitting properly, he was taken aback, "Why don't you eat?"

"Pine nuts said to eat together when you come back." Seeing Ji Zhun's return, Wang Borong picked up a spoon and stuffed one into his mouth, "The temperature is just right!"

Ji Zhun also had a smile in his eyes. After sitting down, he scooped one into his mouth and nodded, "It tastes good."

Chen Song was also delicious. The wontons made by Aunt Zhang were large thin-skinned wontons, with a lot of ingredients. There were two shrimps in one wonton.After eating a bowl, Chen Song only felt that the glutton was drawn out, he was not full but even more hungry.Looking at Wang Borong again, it really is the same, holding the big bowl and drinking the big bone soup.

I still want to eat it again.

"It's not good to eat too much at night." Ji Zhun said, and got up to clean up the bowls. Why did Chen Song ask Ji Zhun to clean up the bowls of the two of them, and rushed over, "I'll come, I'll come, you go to bed early."

Wang Borong was also happy to fight beside him, and Ji Zhun went back to his room.

After Chen Song finished his work, there was clean pajamas on the bed in the guest room. Chen Song took a shower in the public bathroom, and Wang Borong, the pig, was already asleep.

After taking a shower, he lay on a strange bed, his whole body was sore, Chen Song couldn't lift his arms, wrapped in a quilt, and fell into a deep sleep.Waking up in the middle of the night, Chen Song scratched his hair and stayed for a second or two before realizing that he was at Ji Zhun's house.

Wearing slippers, Chen Song opened the door and went to the bathroom quietly, and when he turned around after running the water, he saw a figure on the stairs, which made Chen Song tremble with fright, "Who, who is there?"

Snapped!

The whole living room lit up instantly, and Ji Zhun stood at the stairs, looking at Chen Song amusedly.

"What are you afraid of?" Ji Zhun came down slowly, and went to the kitchen with a water glass in his hand to pour water, "You are very timid." Affirmative.

Chen Song retorted, "It's pitch black and you don't turn on the lights. I stood there and you probably screamed in fright."

Ji Zhun was noncommittal to Chen Song's words. After drinking the water, he leaned over and pinched Chen Song's right arm.

"It hurts, hurts, take it easy!"

"Do you bring the massage ointment prescribed by the doctor?"

Chen Song was taken aback, "Isn't it an ointment?"

"Your ankle sprain isn't even a thing, it's massage cream." After finishing speaking, Ji Zhun put down the water glass, "Do you have it with you?"

Chen Song nodded, and Ji Zhun took Chen Song's arm and went to the guest room.