For a moment, Shangguan Ning could even imagine how handsome he was on the court. I guess Zhao An'an was not exaggerating. There must have been a lot of crazy girls chasing him back then.
On the other hand, Zhao Anan waved her hands desperately and shouted happily, "Brother, we are here, come here quickly!" She grew up with Jing Yichen, and she has long been immune to his handsomeness.
Jing Yichen on the opposite side frowned nicely, could his cousin be any more stupid!
There were only the two of them in the field, the distance between them was no more than two hundred meters, and he was not blind, why was she yelling so loudly, was she afraid that the group of people who had just been driven away by him would not notice him!
But what he was thinking in his heart did not show on his face at all, and his expression was still indifferent.
Jing Yichen gradually approached, and two slender and tall figures, one white and one black, gradually became clear in his sight.
The black clothes are disheveled, there are many ball marks on the clothes, the trouser legs are rolled up a lot, the sleeves are almost rolled up to the shoulders, sweating profusely, the ends of the short hair are even dripping wet, and they are in a mess.
His long white hair was simply tied behind his head, nothing messy, his white sportswear was spotless, neither trouser legs nor sleeves were rolled up, his cheeks were slightly red, and there was a little sweat on his face, but he was not embarrassed. On the contrary, there is an amazing beauty after exercise.
He was also slender and tall, but Jing Yichen felt that the visual effect was a bit worse.
Perhaps because of the presence of Zhao An'an, the cousin who grew up with him, his speech was not as cold as before, although his tone was calm, but somewhat gentle: "Hello, Miss Shangguan."
"Hello, Zhao..."
Before Shangguan Ning finished greeting her, she heard Zhao Anan next to her blah, "Oh, your clothes look like couples' outfits!"
Shangguan Ning was taken aback, looked down at himself and then at Jing Yichen, who was also dressed in white, and found that the clothes of the two of them were indeed similar, but the sportswear was basically the same, and it was normal for two people to bump into each other.
She smiled slightly, but didn't speak. It was inappropriate to say anything at this moment.
And Jing Yichen's expression was even calmer, without any change in expression, as if he hadn't heard anything.
Zhao Anan didn't see the expected embarrassment of the two of them, and even the two of them tacitly ignored her, and suddenly felt abandoned by the world.
"An'an, don't you want to play ball?" Jing Yichen's voice was low and full of magnetism, so sweet that it was easy for people to ignore the coldness of his tone.
"Oh, that's right!" Zhao Anan jumped up all of a sudden, and quickly handed over his tennis racket with dog-legged hands.
This is Zhao An'an's top priority at the moment. She has been bullied by Shangguan Ning badly, and she can't wait for someone to take care of her.
Jing Yichen looked at her dripping and dirty racket, frowned his pretty brows slightly imperceptibly, took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wrap the handle of the racket, and wiped it carefully twice before holding the racket .
Zhao An'an didn't notice his cousin's dislike at all, and leaned in front of him and whispered, "Brother, don't let the water out later, this girl looks beautiful and gentle, but in fact she can be ruthless." Seeing Jing Yichen His expression turned cold, and he quickly explained, "Well... I don't doubt your level, I'm afraid you will suffer."
If she didn't remind Jing Yichen, she would have noticed that there were many ball marks on Zhao Anan's body, while Shangguan Ning's white sportswear was spotless, which meant that no ball fell on her, which was not something ordinary people could do.
After warming up a little, he signaled Shangguan Ning, who was holding the ball, to start.
An expert can tell if there is one as soon as he makes a move, and Jing Yichen stands there with the beat, and it immediately makes people feel the difference.
He is very professional in terms of standing posture and the angle of taking the racket.
Shangguan Ning couldn't help but get serious.
Serving, catching, and returning the ball, after a few back and forth, the two of them quickly went from jerky to tacit understanding, and then each began to exert strength and fight seriously.
In the first ball, Jing Yichen lost because of a small mistake.
For the second ball, Jing Yichen was half a beat slow and lost.
In the third ball, Jing Yichen lost because Zhao Anan kept yelling.
Although Zhao An'an is not good at playing, she still has the ability to watch the game. Obviously, her brother's strength is slightly inferior.
"Oh, brother, this way, come and pick it up!"
"Brother, go a little further, hurry up!"
"Brother, you have to jump up to catch this ball!"
"elder brother… "
Jing Yichen wished he could take Zhao An'an to the ground with one beat.
His sharp eyes flew over, causing Zhao An'an to shrink back in fright, but then he stiffened his neck recklessly and said loudly: "You are not as skilled as others, so why don't you let me tell you, I'm not worried for you! Your previous level That's not the case, did you see that the girl is beautiful and keeps her hands!"
Shangguan Ning couldn't help laughing, she pursed her lips and smiled.
Zhao An'an is indeed her good friend and has successfully become her brother's pig teammate.
"Shut up, if you talk any more, I'll have someone throw you out." Jing Yichen's expression was still calm, and he wasn't embarrassed because he lost the ball. On the contrary, Zhao Anan's words made his forehead veins appear.
Zhao An'an shrank again, she knew that Jing Yichen would definitely do what he said.
She looked around and found that Ah Hu was not nearby, so she breathed a sigh of relief.
Ah Hu, that big fool, can do whatever Jing Yichen asks him to do, she doesn't want to be thrown out by that big fool, it's too embarrassing.
Although Jing Yichen kept losing, he was in a good mood.
Ten years ago, he had no doubt that he could beat Shangguan Ning, but now it was obvious that he couldn't. He hadn't played tennis for too long.
It's just that there is a big difference in physical strength and body structure between men and women. Even if he hasn't fought for a long time, he shouldn't lose miserably. The current situation can only show that Shangguan Ning's level is far beyond the average person.
She hits the ball very powerfully, fast, and full of explosive power, which is very inconsistent with her thin appearance. She also has a standard posture, flexible footwork, and the force is always just right. good.
Obviously, not only has she received strict and professional training, but she has been playing consistently, so she is in very good condition.
There is no shame in losing to such a woman.
Zhao Anan interrupted him for a while, but Jing Yichen and Shangguan Ning quickly resumed fighting. Because they all look forward to their opponents.
The more they played, the better they were. Gradually, Shangguan Ning would lose, but she still won most of the time.
After fighting for nearly two hours, Shangguan Ning finally ran out of energy.
"Stop beating, rest for a while." Panting, she reached out to wipe the sweat from her forehead, just as she was about to get a tissue in her bag, a clean white handkerchief was suddenly handed over to her.