Seeing that her reinforcements had escaped before the battle, Xia Feimeng had no choice but to admit her defeat and followed Gong Xiuzui obediently.
The elective class lasts for one and a half hours. There are a total of 20 people who choose tennis. They work in pairs and practice together.
"The next group, Yi Dianlun Xinyue, Gongxiu Zui Xia Feimeng. Double fight."
After the coach finished speaking, Xia Feimeng stared with a surprised expression. Now she can't even catch a few balls, and she still goes to doubles? Doesn't this obviously embarrass their team?
As if he could sense Xia Feimeng's lack of confidence, Gong Xiuzui stepped forward and held her soft little hand, saying softly, "It's just a practice, not a competition. Don't be nervous. If you can't catch the ball, it's up to me."
It was rare that his face no longer had a playful expression. Xia Feimeng was doubtful, nodded slowly, and finally took the racket and played with Gong Xiuzui.
Xin Yue looked at Xia Feimeng with a trace of unnoticeable viciousness in her eyes, which disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a smile like a flower, "Feifei, my skills are not very good, please give in."
Xia Feimeng couldn't help but roll her eyes in her heart. Just now, the coach solemnly introduced your great deeds, winning two consecutive women's tennis championships. Why should you be modest in front of her?
The serve was started by Yi Dianlun, and the tennis ball drew a perfect arc in the air. Xia Feimeng watched the ball gradually fall, cold sweat dripping from the hand holding the racket, her body flashed, and Gong Xiuzui steadily counterattacked.
The two seemed to be fighting each other on the court, with fast and ruthless moves. Xin Yue, the champion, could not find a chance to get in. Xia Feimeng hugged the racket and shrank to the side to watch, which was no less intense than the competition.
During practice, a pair of watery eyes fell on Yi Dianlun's body as tall as an arrow. Seeing him swinging the racket vigorously, seeing his confident and arrogant look, seeing his serious and focused expression, gradually... Xia Feimeng actually felt a little obsessed and couldn't extricate herself.
"Feifei be careful!"
A sudden low roar came from Gong Xiuzui's mouth, and Yi Dialun, who was opposite him, suddenly frowned and tightened his grip on the racket.