Fall in love and save the world

After playing for a while, both of them had different experiences.

Fang Yining felt that playing against him was like facing thousands of troops. He was not playing tennis at all, it was more like fighting. Every ball hit the right place where he could not catch the ball. , if this talent can be honed well, it will definitely shine, but now he puts all this talent on beating people.

Shen Mo ran on the court, sweat dripping down his cheeks.

Feeling that his body is getting more and more difficult, even so, he didn't get much benefit from Chu Ye. After playing for so long, the score has been maintained at 15:30, only one point more than the opponent, but his running throughout the game The volume was much higher than that of the opponent, and the opponent hit the ball back easily without panicking, which made Shen Mo even more anxious.

No, it can't be like this anymore, the strategy must be changed, Shen Mo looked at the opponent's position, and vigorously returned the ball to the diagonal position, so that he couldn't catch the ball.

Fang Yining walked briskly, felt the ball in front of the ball with almost the speed of the wind, and hit the ball back lightly. The ball brushed the net and fell to Shen Mo's court. Shen Mo was thinking of going forward to fight back, but it was already too late.

"30:30" Yining nodded to the coach who was satisfied. This kind of speed is difficult for ordinary people to maintain.

Shen Mo picked up the ball from the ground with a sullen face, walked to the bottom line and threw the ball to him, signaling him to serve.

Fang Yining sighed, it seems that this young man still refuses to admit defeat.Although it doesn't appear on the surface, Fang Yining actually has a little prejudice against Shen Mo in his heart. He is a professional athlete, and no athlete would want to meet such an opponent.

Fang Yining sighed and chose the more skilled chop, intending to end the game quickly.

A person like him must use his strength to convince him before he will listen to you thoroughly. If you are weaker than him, he will not listen to anything you say.

Thinking about it this way, the movements in his hands were not slow at all, and the ball flew towards the Shenmo court like an arrow off the string. The speed was so fast that all the tennis players outside the court could see that he was using his real strength.

It's just that what they never expected was that Shen Mo actually hit back that extremely fast slice. Even Fang Yining on the opposite side was a little startled, but he quickly recovered and ran towards that angle to be tricky. ball.

When the racket really touched the tennis ball, Fang Yining was shocked by Shen Mo again. The ball rotated extremely high. After he hit the spin ball, Shen Mo increased his strength and slashed the collision surface when he hit back.

Regardless of this person's character, Fang Yining first recognized his talent and skills. The coach has a very good vision this time. If it is not for a little problem, there is no need to let him play doubles, and it is okay to give him the second number in singles. Pass.

"The favorability has increased, 5.00%." ​​The system quickly told Shen Mo the hard-won favorability. After all, the coquettish operation that directly turned the favorability into negative immediately after the fight really gave the system a bit of a headache.

Shen Mo frowned slightly, with a smile in his eyes.Sure enough, he guessed right, these professional players are unexpectedly easy to deal with, as long as he is strong enough, does not follow crooked ways, and works together with them to win the championship, he will definitely increase his favorability.

But what he wants is the favor of love, not the favor of friendship. He still hasn't figured out whether the child of luck in front of him has any relationship with Chu Ye and his partner.

No matter what, you can't let him go!Accompanied by Shen Mo's heart, he jumped up and hit the ball in the air with a smash.

The ball was so fast that the sound of tearing the air could be heard. Fang Yining frowned and clenched the tennis racket in his hand, and hit the ball head-on back into his court. Because of the distance, Shen Mo failed to catch another ball.

"40:30" Listening to the score, Fang Yining shook his hands that were numb from the tennis racket, and felt more and more that the vicious-looking boy in front of him was a genius.

Shen Mo's chest kept rising and falling, and he wiped the sweat off his chin with his sportswear, revealing his fair skin and six-pack abs.

The white one dazzles the eyes a bit, whether it is the professional players standing by watching the show, or the coach and captain are all in a healthy wheat color, it would be better to say that there are fewer professional players like him who are white and reflect the light under the sun.

Shen Mo glanced slightly with his eyes and found that their expressions were different, especially when he saw that Fang Yining's expression on the other side was also a bit wrong, he showed a smile that no one saw.

When he got up again with the ball, the corners of Shen Mo's mouth curled up, looking very rebellious and a little childish, which reduced the ruthless aura around him.

Throwing the tennis ball to Fang Yining, "Come again."

Fang Yining looked at Shen Mo, the depression on his face was clearly visible, his eyes were burning with a strong refusal to admit defeat, winning or losing was no longer important at this point.

He threw the tennis ball back into the basket, and Shen Mo's petulant temper immediately exploded. He pointed at him with the racket and said, "What do you mean? Are you looking down on me?"

Fang Yining gently pushed aside the racket that was pointing at him, walked to him and squeezed his right hand with the racket. A sore arm caused Shen Mo to subconsciously let go of the racket, and the racket fell in response.

"Are you going to compete with me with this arm?" Fang Yining didn't smile at them normally, but put on a serious expression instead, looking more like a captain.

When Fang Yining saw that Shen Mo was dissatisfied and wanted to say something, he unceremoniously turned on the hair dryer. "Knowing that your body is at its upper limit, you still insist on working hard. This is your misjudgment as a professional player. Your brain is very good! Don't be an idiot, using your brain will not make your body less muscular. A few dollars."

"You like to play violent tennis, don't you? You play violent tennis with me every day from tomorrow. Let me see if your body will be scrapped first, or mine will be scrapped first!"

After speaking to Shen Mo, he turned his head and said to the coach: "Coach, for tomorrow's training, he will add a set of swings and a 3000-meter long-distance run. His physical strength is really poor."

The coach flipped through the notebook in his hand, thought of Shen Mo's performance just now, nodded and said, "Yes."

Shen Mo, who originally just wanted to play another round, was a little confused by the sudden hair dryer.

"That kid is so pitiful. He saw the captain's devilish side on the first day today." "It's been several years since I've seen the captain so arrogant, and he's pretty good."

"I can't help it. What made our captain care most about the performance of the team members and our careers." Apart from Fang Yining, the oldest Deng Li said so.

"What are you mumbling about over there? Hurry up and start training!" Fang Yining turned around and yelled at the group of onlookers. Suddenly, several people's scalps tightened, and they quickly started to practice aside with their tennis rackets. At this time, Fang Yining's bad luck came to him.