Jun gently swept the tennis ball in his hand, raised his left hand to throw the ball, and waved the racket with his right hand, and the racket brushed the tennis ball in the air.

Didn't hit it!

Jun bent down lightly to pick up the ball and smiled at everyone.

"I'm sorry, I'm ...... It's been a long time since I've touched a tennis ball, and you're smiling! ”

The girl's cute and playful appearance made everyone smile.

Rong Yan almost couldn't hold back her laughter, and she was still pretending to be comforting.

"Gently, don't rush, take your time!"

The corner of her eyes curved, Junqing's left hand shook slightly, the tennis ball flew into the air, and her right hand waved lightly.

Boom!

The racket was in the middle of the tennis ball, and the yellow-green tennis ball spun at high speed, flew over the net, and hit the grass not far in front of Rong Yan.

Rong Yan was caught off guard.

She didn't expect that this ball would be sent out lightly.

After reacting, she rushed over as fast as she could, trying to catch the ball, but the tennis ball had already grazed her shoulder.

"Good!"

The old man leaned his crutches to the side and took the lead in applauding.

He took the lead who was embarrassed not to follow, not to mention, there was also a father Mu Yichen next to him staring.

Suddenly, a round of applause rang out.

Old Man Rong puffed his mouth and slapped his face reluctantly.

Rong Yan grabbed the racket.

"Come again!"

In this game, it is still Jun Qing's serve, and a staff member has already sent a new ball to Jun Qing's hands.

Bending her body slightly, Rong Yan didn't dare to be careless this time, and stared at Jun Qing intently.

"Miss Rong, be careful!"

Jun flicked the tennis ball and struck the ball in the opposite direction with a slight turn of his right hand.

Spin the ball!

Mu Yichen was originally a little worried about his daughter, but when he saw Jun Qing sending out this ball, a smile appeared on the man's face.

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one.

When she was young, Mu Yichen was also a tennis enthusiast, and she knew that she was an expert just by looking at Jun Qing's technique.

Rong Yan was too light on the enemy, and she didn't expect that Jun Qing could send out a spinning ball, and she misjudged the direction, and she once again brushed shoulders with the tennis ball.

The applause rang out again, this time with Mu Yichen taking the lead.

"Gently, come on!"

After receiving the third ball from the staff, Jun lightly adjusted his serving position and sent out his own ball again.

This time it was a difficult topspin ball, and Rong Yan made a mistake in judgment again and missed Jun Qing's ball.

Fourth goal.

Rong Yan finally took the ball, but the force was too steady, the ball went directly out of bounds, and Jun Qing scored another point.

4 to 0!

Jun Qing turned his face to the side of the court and looked in the direction of the photographer.

"These shots are almost enough, right?"

"No way!" Before the photographer could speak, Rong Yan's voice had already sounded, "I've just warmed up, how can we score a win and then leave?" ”

Who just said it wasn't a competition?

"Alright then!" Jun turned his face lightly, "Since Miss Rong is so insistent, let's play a few more rounds!" ”

Sou!

The tennis ball flew out again, and Rong Yan rushed over with all her might, narrowly took the ball, and hit it back to Jun Qing's side.

Jun lightly smashed a backhand, and the tennis ball hit her on the court, and Rong Yan didn't react at all.

Sixth ball.

Seventh ball.

……

The ball sent by Jun Qing flashed left and right, suddenly topspin, suddenly downspin, and showed all his strength.

At first, Rong Yan on the court was like a fire, rushing from one end to another, and rushing back from that end.

Later, he became a tired dog, chasing tennis balls all over the court.

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