On the tennis court, a long white line separates the brown-red court from the green court, and there are two white lines on the left and right, the inner side is a one-sided line, and the outside side is a doubles sideline. The net in the middle sets the field for the players, the referee's chair is facing the net, the referee is in position, and the linesmen are in place.

Players from both sides were also in place.

The referee "Ask the players of both sides to come to the net!" ”

Separated by a net, one is a thin teenager with a rebellious posture, and the other is a college student with a tall stature and a masculine temperament.

In contrast, I believe that most people will think that this is a crushing game, and everyone can imagine the scene of the "teenager" fiasco!

The junior in front of him raised his head, and his eyes like ink and stone stared at him, deep and breathtaking. The delicate and delicate white face like porcelain jade showed an arrogant smile, "Hey! Senior, are you scared by me? ”

"He" deliberately put the accent on the word "senior", listening to Qi Yan's ears, his heart seemed to be brushed by feathers, itchy.

"Uh......"

Qi Yan came back to his senses and smiled with interest, "Senior brother, it seems that you are very confident!" ”

"Boy" spun his racket, "Three balls, although it is difficult, but it can definitely pass." ”

The "boy" didn't seem to want to hide his weakness, but it was easy to say it!

Qi Yan smiled, "Okay, then let me see your strength!" ”

Yan Hao, sitting on the referee's chair, naturally heard their conversation, he touched his chin, there was some surprise in his eyes, when did Brother Yan become so kind on the court! The tone of this little white face is simply gentle to the extreme!

The referee spread his hands, "The brothers didn't bring coins, Brother Yan, you guess the boxing, decide the ball and the field!" ”

Qi Yan nodded, "Hmm." ”

Then he looked at the junior brother and put his hand behind him, "Ready!" ”

The "boy" also put his hands behind him, and with an order, the "cloth" defeated the "stone".

Qi Yan looked at the knuckles in front of him, and the slender and white fingers were as white as milk, and there was a moment of trance.

This junior brother has really beautiful hands, and it would be a pity if he tanned while playing tennis.

The referee "The younger brother chooses first." ”

Unlike in the past, the players on both sides of this game are "juniors"

and "Senior." ”

The corners of the "boy's mouth" hooked, "I'll choose this side." "Field Rights)

Qi Yan raised his eyebrows, "I choose to catch the ball." "Ball possession)

Referee: "Good! It's game on! Junior's serve! ”

The "boy" stood on the outer edge of the baseline, his racket hitting a yellow-green tennis ball, and the brim of his hat covered most of his face, making it impossible to see his expression.

Qi Yan stood close to the service area, her legs open, and she was ready to attack.

The atmosphere at the scene was a little tense, after all, the arrogance of the "teenager" gave people a feeling that they were not afraid of heaven and earth, and at first glance, they may still have some strength.

However, this idea was instantly shattered at the moment when the "teenager" served, and the teenager made a serve stiffly, and because it was too low, the ball not only did not pass the net, but also spun back and stopped at his feet.

Almost at the same time, the scene burst into laughter!

"Hahaha! Lin Yue, look at him! I don't even know how to serve! ”

"Hahaha! I thought you were so good! It turned out to be a rookie! ”

"Hahaha! I still want to score at this level! ”

"This is funny!"