The annual art show is the finale of the school's year. Each class is required to submit at least two alternatives, and in order to allow as many students as possible to participate in the group activities, it is specifically required that the number of participants in one of the programs must not be less than 12.

So all the classes started to get busy, in order to ensure that each class had a rehearsal space. The school divides all spare areas such as study rooms and activity rooms into classes.

Zhang Ang delegated the task to Tian Mi, a member of the entertainment committee. Tian Mi quickly reported four programs.

"Street Dance Youth, Dance Drama Overlord Farewell My Concubine, Chinese and English Chorus "Scarpaul Bazaar", cross talk on the necessity of climbing the wall...... Have you found all the people? ”

"Nope." Tian Mi replied without hesitation, "The class leader decides on the show, and I'll go find someone again." ”

"It's all good, let's vote in the class, and the results of the vote will be announced in the evening reading. One person, one vote, you count it yourself. ”

“Yes.Sir.”

As the end of the semester approached, everyone was busy, so they unanimously chose the chorus with the shortest rehearsal time and the cross talk with the least number of performers.

The chorus of the whole class went into battle, and the cross talk let Lu Guangnan and Zhu Xu, who love to talk. Practice first, and Tian Mi is fully responsible for the rest.

Zhang Ang has not been studying late lately, and he spends his evenings training on the professional tennis court not far from his apartment in Washington.

On Thursday, Xinyu specially wore a sportswear, just to go to the tennis court to watch him train after evening self-study. Zhang Ang is naturally welcome.

The tennis court was managed by a membership system, and Zhang Ang personally brought Xinyu in.

Along the way, I saw that most of the venues were being practiced or fighting. Xinyu couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect tennis to be quite popular in Xicheng." ”

"Any sport has its audience. This is Coach Wang, coach, this is my girlfriend Liang Xinyu. ”

"Hello coach."

"Well, I know. The representative of the English class of the second class of science. I often hear Mr. Wen praise you. But at this point, you have to do the work, and the work of picking up the ball is up to you. ”

"Yes, Coach."

Coach Wang has a high reputation in Yizhong, and Xinyu naturally knows him, but what she didn't expect was that Coach Wang also recognized her. Coach Wang's casualness made Xinyu relax a lot.

"Keep training."

Zhang Ang drank a few sips of water and returned to the court.

Although she searched the Internet for some scattered videos of his early games, watching the video was completely different from watching him play tennis live, and she was shocked.

She has watched Zhang Ang play basketball many times, and he has always played the role of commander and main force on the court, whether it is cooperating with teammates, boosting the team's morale, or dribbling to attack, breaking through and scoring, he has done a good job, and he will even use psychological tactics and verbal attacks to create scoring opportunities for the team.

Zhang Ang on the basketball court is full of heat, responding to every call, and the whole person is a luminous body.

However, tennis is different from basketball, especially for singles players, tennis is a one-man battle.

No teammates. You can only rely on yourself.

Your physical fitness, technique, analytical judgment, mental state, and all aspects have been tested and baptized in this arena.

Win, keep trying, because the next one is still waiting for you; If you lose, there is no excuse, strengthen your training and try to win the next game.

Therefore, she saw a completely different Zhang Ang from usual. Calm and silent, momentum like a rainbow, like a sharp sword, constantly unsheathed and sheathed, seemingly sharp, and I can't feel the law of the ball, but the rhythm is under my control. Fully demonstrated his strength as a strong man.

For half an hour, Zhang Ang was receiving and serving non-stop. The sweat-soaked hair and sweat-soaked jersey all show how amazing the amount of exercise he has.

"Take a ten-minute break. Practice on your own later, being careful not to overdo it. ”

"Yes, Coach. The coach worked hard. ”

Coach Wang nodded. Said hello to Xinyu and left.

"Coach walks slowly."

Xinyu picked up the basket and went to pick up the ball. Zhang Ang is replenishing water.

"Ever feel bored? Tennis is indeed less interesting than other sports. ”

"No, you look very handsome when you play seriously."

Not only are the people who praise embarrassed, but the people who are praised also feel a little embarrassed.

"Come here, I'll teach you how to fight."

"No, no, no, it's your training time."

"I'm measured. Slippery, come here. ”

Xinyu pushed the basket and walked to him.

"This is the bottom line, this is the singles sideline, this is the doubles sideline, this is the service area. At the beginning of each game, the ball is served from the end line of the right zone, and after a point is scored or lost, the ball is switched to the left zone. The ball should be sent over the net and onto the opposite corner of the opponent's teeing area or on the line around it......"

Xinyu quickly mastered the serving skills, although the strength was not enough, but the ball was over the net.

“Good girl.”

wanted to take the opportunity to kiss it, Xinyu smiled and dodged over.

"Hurry up and practice!"

"You see I'm practicing so hard, encourage me......"

The two were chasing each other around the stadium when a group of people stopped as they passed by.

"There are beautiful women to accompany you in practice, Zhang Dashuai will really enjoy it."

Zhang Ang blocked Xinyu behind him, blocking their gaze towards Xinyu.

"Brother Jiajun, long time no see." Seeing that Qiao Jiajun was in good condition, he teased: "It seems that the food in Spain is good." ”

"It's not like I haven't seen you for a long time." Qiao Jiajun looked at his watch, "It's a little late today, make an appointment tomorrow?" ”

Zhang Ang raised his eyebrows, "And you?" My pleasure. ”

At this time, someone in Qiao Jiajun's team rushed to speak, "Zhang Dashuai hasn't been out for two years, and we little ones don't have a chance to learn and learn, why don't you give me this opportunity?" ”

Qiao Jiajun said with a smile, "This is Zhong Min, a little hairy head in the first year of high school, are you interested?" ”

Zhang Ang looked indifferent, "It's okay." ”

"Listen to Chen Jian, you make an appointment with him?"

"Hmm. It's been a long time since I've beaten it, and my hands are itchy. ”

Qiao Jiajun glanced at Xinyu and smiled, "I'll bring him tomorrow." ”

"Wait for the ride."

When the gang walked away, Xinyu asked him curiously, "Who is he?" ”

"Qiao Jiajun, a senior of Dacheng, is two years older than me and is now a professional tennis player."

Then Zhang Ang practiced serving and instructed Xinyu to run all over the court. Half an hour later, Xinyu was also sweating.

Zhang Ang sent her home.

"Are you going to watch me practice tomorrow?"

"Of course I want to go."

Seeing that there was no one around, Zhang Ang quickly kissed her forehead, and then got in the car and ran.

"See you tomorrow."

Xinyu turned around, smiled and went upstairs.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw my stepmother biting an apple and leaning her waist against the door.

"I've seen it all. If you don't learn well at a young age, you can hook up with those little hooligans who are not careful, and be careful that no one wants you when you have a big belly. ”

Xinyu clenched his fists again and again, and forced his next evil breath back to the room.

"Liang Shide, you haven't gotten up yet, sleep a fart, sleep, when your daughter comes back with a wild seed, I'll see where you go...... Day by day, you know that you eat, sleep, sleep, eat, pigs, what are you doing, you are going to be a pig, your daughter is a chicken, you are a pig......"

Liang Shide suddenly jumped up and slapped her hard. The apple fell to the ground and gurgled and spun.

"You dare to hit me? You dare to hit me, I fought with you ......"

Xinyu listened to the crackling movement outside the door, and felt a burst of happiness in her heart. It didn't take long for the younger brother's cries to sound.

"Mom, Mom, I hurt, I hurt ......"

"I'm dead, I'll die with your son! Let you cut off your children and grandchildren! ”

Xinyu opened a crack in the door, only to see her stepmother rudely dragging her younger brother Junjun to the balcony. With the naked eye, it can be seen that the white arms of the military are bruised one after another. Liang Shide broke it hard, but he couldn't break it, and both of them were red-faced and red-eyed, revealing a kind of madness.

The army was in pain and fear, and cried hoarsely.

Xinyu was in a hurry, rushed into the bathroom and poured a basin of water on the two of them. With the lubrication of water, he broke his stepmother's hand, snatched his brother, carried him into his room, and locked the door.

She took a towel to dry the water from his body and soothed his emotions as she examined his arm.

"Don't cry, don't cry, my sister will give you medicine. It's cool, and it'll be fine for a while. ”

"I'm afraid...... I'm afraid...... Woowoo woo ......"

"Don't be afraid, not afraid. Now, my sister's little dolphin is for you to hold. ”

Jun Jun hugged the little dolphin that he usually didn't let him touch, and stopped sobbing intermittently.

The beating outside the door continued. The next-door neighbor is knocking on the door. Xinyu sprayed Junjun with Yunnan Baiyao spray, and the cool touch made Junjun forget the pain and play with the little dolphin's mouth.

Xinyu took his T-shirt and took off the wet clothes on Junjun's body to change into him.

The two siblings sat on the floor against the bed frame. The room is like two worlds inside and out.

"Sister, my mother shouldn't be cooking me breakfast tomorrow, you can buy me buns."

"Okay."

"I want a meat bun. Ask for two! ”

Listening to the movement outside the door, Xinyu really envied his big heart.

"I'll buy it for you."

"Sister, I'm going to sleep with you tonight."

"You wipe your feet first!"

He slept onto Xinyu's bed with agility. Looking at the somewhat dirty sheets, Xinyu sighed helplessly, wiped his little chubby feet with a towel, turned off the light and lay on the other side of the bed.

"Sister, you didn't brush your teeth or take a shower."

"Shut up. Go to bed. ”

Zhang Ang looked at Xinyu and yawned again and again, and asked her if she didn't have a good rest last night.

"My brother slept with me last night."

The hard words speak for themselves.

At noon, Zhang Ang took her to eat a full meal, and then persuaded her to go to the school basketball activity room with him to sleep for a while.

"Not really, right? It's a public area after all. ”

"There's nothing bad about it, they don't usually stay there at noon."

"You promise you'll be honest."

"Shouldn't you also promise me that you'll be honest?"

Xinyu is really sleepy. I couldn't resist the sleepy bug, and after lying down on the couch for a while, I fell asleep.

Zhang Ang turned on his laptop computer and watched the video of Qiao Jiajun's game.

Qiao Jiajun is a senior that Zhang Ang respects very much.

When he was in his first year of junior high school, Qiao Jiajun had already won many ITF tournaments, and he won the ATP Tour ticket before he was 17 years old. Strictly speaking, the time for them to really intersect with each other is only about a year. After Qiao Jiajun withdrew from the ITF event, it was Zhang Ang's turn to claim the king.

Most of the domestic junior players, even the top ones, are afraid to enter the real professional tennis arena - the ATP Pro Players Tour, but are willing to stay in the hotbed of ITF junior events to earn those pitiful points. Some players even changed their age just so that they could continue to play in the junior competition, which is sad and ridiculous.

Qiao Jiajun is different, he registered as a professional player at the age of seventeen, competes with real professional players for rankings, and now has some international results. He was already standing at a height beyond Zhang Ang's reach.

So instead of playing against him tomorrow night, he asks him for advice.