A person's life is determined by a few opportunities.

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Strictly speaking, zoo rollovers can also be classified into the occupational group that sells their bodies for food.

They sell cuteness, roll around, climb or fall down a tree, and even sneeze, just like their peers, can make others itch and want to stop. But it is more elegant than their peers, and they won't open their mouths to "come, guest officer~" so straightforward and explicit.

On Sunday morning, Ji An rubbed the dumplings that had been working overtime for two hours, and closed the live broadcast in a voice of envy, reluctance, and nostalgia.

After having lunch in the base canteen, he went to the downtown gymnasium to watch Hu Ai's game as agreed.

After a long time, he came to the bustling area in the center of Shancheng, and Ji An had the feeling that a countryman had entered the city, and the young ladies who walked by on the street one after another dazzled him.

Several times almost rode a small electric donkey on a telephone pole, Ji An arrived at the downtown gymnasium, stored the small electric donkey outside, and saw the slogan at the door He knew that today was the final.

The gymnasium consists of several venues such as open-air tennis courts, basketball halls, swimming pools, and badminton halls.

After all, it is a national youth competition, and the finals only need one venue, so the organizers specially moved the stepped benches and placed them around the tennis court for everyone to watch.

Counting the parents, the players who were eliminated two days ago, and the tennis lovers in the mountain city, there are also many people who come, although they will not fill the benches, but they will not find a large number of empty seats that can be found at a glance.

After Ji An circled around the inside to find the tennis court, he sat down in the third row of the stepped benches.

The open-air tennis court is a blue plastic field with white lines drawn on it that Ji An can't understand. On the court, Hu Ai and her opponent were already warming up with each other's return balls, and Ji An didn't bother.

Hu Ai is wearing a white tennis dress, and the corners of the skirt flutter under the breeze, which is still so dazzling. That's how women's tennis is worn, including Sister Na, which is actually no different from hot pants.

He wears a pink sunhat and a pair of eye-catching red tennis shoes on his feet.

Hu Ai is pleasing to the eyes here, and opposite her, Ji An has some heart palpitations when he sees it, 17 years old and 178 tall, with thick shoulders and clear arm muscle lines, he can't help but praise in his heart: "He is a good man!"

The only pity is that the good man who has been tanned from practicing tennis for a long time just wore a pink skirt, and the corners of the skirt were also fluttering, and Ji An, who violated the painting style, blinked his eyes for a while before he got used to it.

The good man's name is Zhuang Ying.

Playing tennis has never been afraid of becoming famous early, Zhang Depei won the French Open men's singles championship that year, and he was 17 years old when he became famous all over the world. In addition, with the successful precedent of Sister Na, Zhuang Ying's mother Wang Hua has been training her daughter in tennis since she was a child, and since half a year ago, Zhuang Ying has been undergoing professional-level training intensity.

Wang Hua is a professional herself, so Zhuang Ying doesn't need to go to any sports school or club. Learning from his own lessons, Wang Hua's future plan for his daughter is to teach and practice by herself, and sign up to go abroad to play in the future.

After the two warmed up on the court, they helped relax their arm muscles behind the good man, and the middle-aged woman with the same dark complexion was Wang Hua.

While relaxing her daughter's muscles, she said, "She may be the only opponent of her peers in Yamashiro who can walk two beats with you."

Don't rush to end the game, her characteristic is that she can't die, then you don't have to rush to die, no matter strength, technique, physical strength, she is not your opponent.

All you have to do is keep your head steady, beat it down, and win the game. ”

The good man nodded and looked to the side, a little jealous and a little surprised. It probably means that you can eat with your face, and you have nothing to do to play tennis?

And Hu Ai had no one to explain the game tactics to her, and no one let her go, so she wiped the sweat beads on her forehead that had just warmed up with a towel, and turned her head around, looking for something.

Then Ji An, who found that he had sat down, waved at her, and the two small dimples on Hu Ai's cheeks made many eyes that were already staring at her instantly hot.

"Look, the little beauty smiled at me~" Ji An's buddy next door said excitedly, stood up and waved at Hu Ai, and then Ji An next to him stopped in embarrassment.

At 2:45 p.m., the two tossed coins, and the referee signaled the game to start, and Zhuang Ying served.

Only on the first serve, the good man squatted slightly, and the explosiveness he showed when he jumped and smashed the ball made everyone present ashamed. Although there is a tachymeter display not as on a professional tennis court, some experienced tennis enthusiasts, such as Wang Hua, have visually estimated that their daughter's serve will be faster than 160 kilometers per hour, which is the level of women's professional level.

Not only is the serve fierce, but the sound of the good man's breathing is even rougher, thick and low, if it weren't for the fact that she was wearing a pink skirt, Ji An almost shouted a foul, and it was obvious that the opposite side was a beardless old man.

But it was this powerful serve that was returned by Hu Ai, who was obviously much petite, "Hmm~"

Then the two sides began to pull the bottom line, Zhuang Ying's strength, physical strength, and technique are more than a step ahead, but the world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable, Hu Ai predicts that the reaction is fast, the body is light and flexible, and the speed is good, and she can always catch up with some seemingly impossible balls, so that the previous opponent has an illusion that she can't be killed.

It is a layman's opinion that he can't die, and in the eyes of a discerning person like Wang Hua, he sees the toughness that makes her jealous from Hu Ai. The little girl looks soft and weak, and her smile is sweet and glutinous, but in fact, she is stronger and harder than a man in her bones.

It was worried that her daughter would become more and more impatient by Hu Ai's toughness, and her mistakes would increase, so Wang Hua warned her daughter not to end the game in a hurry, and her normal heart was the key to Zhuang Ying winning the game.

Wang Hua knows such a player very well, and she once had such a teammate. When fighting with them, you must not think about killing them with a fist, otherwise you will only mess up your rhythm. This kind of opponent is very hard-handed, and the only way is to fight slowly, and even if he wins, he is not lightly tired.

The two sides come and go, Zhuang Ying has an absolute advantage on the scene, moving the opponent back and forth, tired of running, helpless just can't die, the little girl who can eat with her face can always predict her ball route early, act in advance, and the speed is fast.

In the first round, the two sides pulled back and forth for more than ten beats, and finally because Hu Ai's return power was not controlled, the ball went out of bounds, so that Zhuang Ying got the first point that he expected to get on serve.

Failing to score the first point of the opening game, Hu Ai was a little unhappy, puffed out his cheeks, and gently knocked the brim of his sunhat with the frame of his tennis racket.

Then he bent down and waited intently to meet Zhuang Ying's second serve.