Chapter Seventy-Nine

looked at Wang Xiaoming as if he was very serious, Xu Nianjiao smiled proudly, a sly smile appeared on her delicate little face as white as a porcelain doll, and then took advantage of the standard serve.

With a "boom", the shuttlecock flew over quickly in the air, and the ball was shot high by Xu Nianjiao, and everyone who stood aside and watched the shuttlecock fly high, all secretly sighing that Wang Xiaoming would never be able to catch this ball.

The moment Xu Nianjiao racked up the badminton, she couldn't help but feel proud, and secretly guessed in her heart that ordinary people would never be able to catch this ball, Wang Xiaoming, prepare to warm up and run the playground!

However, at this moment, Wang Xiaoming made a very leisurely posture, put the racket in his hand on the ground, rubbed the ground, and grinned: "Although it is not a tennis ball, I can give you a snake ball!"

drew an arc on the ground, Wang Xiaoming also took a shot when the shuttlecock fell, and the shuttlecock was directly in mid-air, in an arc shape, and slapped back to Xu Nianjiao.

At this moment, everyone who watched Wang Xiaoming play like this couldn't help but say 'wow' in unison.

Xu Nianjiao's face also changed, secretly thinking that Wang Xiaoming is playing tennis, but this is badminton!

Sitting on the side, he was originally smiling and watching Wang Xiaoming and Xu Nianjiao play, but when he watched the badminton in mid-air, drawing an arc, which was like a snakeskin, the water he had just drunk into his mouth squirted out, spraying all over the ground, and his nostrils were also watery.

"What the hell?" Wang Dazhuang couldn't help but say in shock, secretly wondering if this Wang Xiaoming was Xiu'er?

Is Xiu'er you?

The shuttlecock flew over in an arc shape, which directly caused Xu Nianjiao not to catch it and fell to the ground.

Xu Nianjiao said with an indignant face: "Wang Xiaoming..... What kind of ball did you hit, did you do it on purpose?"

Wang Xiaoming shrugged his shoulders a little innocently, and said: "Fight casually, I didn't expect that this ball would be so obedient and skinny, and it would give you a snakeskin move!"

Xu Nianjiao was even more angry, and said to Wang Dazhuang who was not far away, "Teacher Wang, look at him!"

Wang Xiaoming rolled his eyes, this girl will actually be coquettish with the teacher, this is amazing!

Wang Dazhuang wiped the water on his mouth, even on his body, he was a little out of shape, hurriedly walked over, and said to Wang Xiaoming: "Xiao Ming, this is badminton, not tennis, and ..... You've watched too much anime, you can't do this. ”

Listening to Wang Dazhuang's words, Wang Xiaoming scratched his head a little embarrassed, and asked suspiciously: "Can't be like this..... Then this game doesn't count, is it okay to rush to Mr. Wang?"

Wang Dazhuang nodded, looked at Xu Nianjiao on the side and said, "It's okay, hurry up and let other students have fun!"

Xu Nianjiao didn't say anything, looked at Wang Xiaoming with some displeasure, and said, "Classmate Wang Xiaoming, you are not allowed to be like that." ”

"Okay, class leader, let's serve!" Wang Xiaoming smiled, forget it if it doesn't work, anyway, it can't make you too proud, just let you lose!

Xu Nianjiao came over with a standard serve, Wang Xiaoming simply did what he wanted, his posture of receiving the ball was particularly coquettish, and he kept using snake skin to move around, showing off so well that Wang Dazhuang was also stunned at this moment.

This kid really wants to show off!

However, although Wang Xiaoming's posture is a little coquettish and jaw-dropping, there is no irregularity, so Wang Dazhuang did not stop it, nor did he speak, but he felt in his heart that this child could be cultivated, and maybe he could become a national first-class athlete in the future.

After all, a child at this age is very suitable for cultivation in all aspects of age, and his learning ability and acceptance ability are also fast, so he is a good seedling.

In the end, Wang Xiaoming used the most coquettish way to make a desperate blockade, so that Xu Nianjiao couldn't react at all and lost directly.

Xu Nianjiao's little face was unhappy, and she made a note of it, but she didn't count it, handed the racket to the next classmate, and began to trot towards the playground.

Wang Dazhuang has been watching this scene carefully, because after the secret observation just now, he has already paid attention to Wang Xiaoming.

The next is a male classmate, who is also a standard serve, obviously he usually plays badminton, and when he serves, Wang Xiaoming takes it even more lightly.

Catching the ball back and forth, Wang Xiaoming has killed 20 classmates, almost invincible, but a little tired, after all, the opponents are some children who don't know how to play badminton, and there is no sense of accomplishment if they win.

On the playground, there are already groups of students running, the playground is not big, but after all, it is a child, and it will be out of breath after running for a while, but I didn't lose my temper because of this, but I thought it was fun.

Children are also competitive, so some male classmates who hurried to finish running, who were a little taller than Wang Xiaoming, felt that they had to win against Wang Xiaoming, and began to line up again.

Of course, there are also people in the whole class who can't play badminton, so there are also people who don't come up to play, just stand on the sidelines and watch.

With the passage of time, it is almost time for the end of class, those who can play badminton have already played a round, and some boys even played the second game in order to win Wang Xiaoming, but they still did not win, and continued to run a lap.

When someone finally felt that they couldn't beat it, so they didn't fight, Xu Nianjiao came up again and said with an indignant face: "Classmate Wang Xiaoming, I don't believe that I can't win against you." ”

After all, he played against him in the first game and won a game against him, and now that Wang Xiaoming has played so many games, I'm afraid people will be tired, watching him clean sheets against others again and again, I am really unhappy, which arouses her deep competitiveness, and I am also curious, why this guy has become so powerful like playing chicken blood.

Wang Xiaoming said: "Class leader, if you can't beat me, don't fight." ”

Wang Dazhuang also felt funny when he watched this scene, there was also this kind of fierce fight between these children, which was really interesting.

He looked down at the time, there were still a few minutes left, and the class was over, and he should still be able to play a game, so he reminded: "The class is going to be out soon, you guys hurry up!"

Xu Nianjiao listened to Wang Dazhuang's words and said to Wang Xiaoming: "Classmate Wang Xiaoming, do you dare to play another game with me?"

Wang Xiaoming thought for a while and said, "Come on, come on..... Classes are out soon. ”

Xu Nianjiao listened to Wang Xiaoming's promise, a touch of seriousness appeared on her delicate and fair little face, and she flew the racket in her hand directly.

And Wang Xiaoming looked calm, slapped his hand, and the shuttlecock spun in mid-air and flew directly over.

Xu Nianjiao watched the shuttlecock fly over quickly, and immediately raised her hand to shoot it, but the shuttlecock fell on the racket, as if it was a slippery ball, and the moment it was hit, it was a little weak, it didn't fly over the line, and landed on her side.

Xu Nianjiao was shocked, looked at her racket, found that there was no problem, and said, "Come again!"

Wang Xiaoming nodded, didn't say anything, and waited for Xu Nianjiao to serve again.

Xu Nianjiao served again, Wang Xiaoming took it, and Xu Nianjiao slapped it again.

This came and went dozens of times, and there were no accidents, but the moment the class bell rang, Xu Nianjiao didn't catch the ball again, and the ball fell three steps in front of her.

The people who watched this scene at this moment couldn't help but smile, secretly thinking that the class leader was a clean sheet.