The slightly loose orange and blue sportswear was worn on the tall and handsome Ling Junxuan, showing him a different and youthful sunny handsomeness.

Take a closer look, his sportswear, which combines flamboyance and stability, has long been soaked with sweat, and his short black hair has also been soaked with sweat like rain, and the beads of sweat on his forehead are rolling down, rolling and falling on his thick black eyebrows, and then sliding down to his long eyelashes.

Blocked from view, he quickly raised his arm and wiped his face casually, continuing to maintain a strong, shoulder-width leg posture that was half-squatting and ready to attack.

His whole body tensed, and he was ready for battle, his eyes staring straight ahead, as sharp as an eagle.

A white sphere that flew out like a full bow and flew like an arrow, soaring and spinning freely in the air, dancing a wonderful aerial ballet.

In the blink of an eye, it flew over the net in the middle of the court in an extremely perfect arc, and galloped towards the white boundary line at the corner of the court.

Ling Junxuan, who was standing in the center of the field, took an arrow step forward, bouncing up and jumping up nearly 1 meter high, as if he was going to use all his strength, he swung the net racket in his hand fiercely, as if he was going to make a Jedi smash.

But when the net racket touched the ball made of 16 first-class knife feathers, he suddenly unloaded the ten points of force and quickly removed nine points, and the net racket took advantage of the remaining point, gently picked the ball, and the white feathers spun on the elastic net racket, bounced and turned in a direction, and flew towards the center of the net woven by natural fibers.

Mu Danchen, who was wearing a black tracksuit on the opposite side, saw that his opponent was swinging hard, he reacted quickly and moved to the right, and then kicked up hard, soaring in mid-air, wanting to counterattack the opponent's Jedi smash.

He quickly retracted the raised net racket, and immediately fell back to the ground, followed by a lunge to slide forward, but in vain, watching the semi-circular ball head bounce lightly twice in the center of the beige net cable, and then falling down along the net natural fibers to the field that belonged to him.

Striving to make the last fight, he stretched out the racket to the maximum limit, trying to rescue the falling shuttlecock, but he still couldn't reach his body to pounce forward, the whole person slid under the net close to the green ground, and the high raised racket pushed hard against the net, and forced forward the arc shape of a net racket.

In this game, he lost.

With a deep breath, his hand loosened, and the racket fell out of his hand with a muffled thud as it fell to the ground.

Rolling over, he closed his eyes and opened his mouth wide, struggling to breathe in the ubiquitous air, his chest undulating against the ground.

Warm beads of sweat kept dripping down his sweaty forehead, and his handsome face was already soaked as if it had been soaked in water.

The beautiful face that came to the net, looking at the opponent lying on the ground through the mesh, he also gasped and sat down on the spot, put the racket on the ground, and lay down comfortably and casually in a large shape, and his already relaxed gaze fell on the snow-white ceiling.

In fact, he was tired enough.

They all fought a tug-of-war for two hours exhausted, but they were still indistinguishable, and the winner or loser was undecided.

Just because they are chess opponents, they are all good players in badminton.

Closing his eyes, ignoring the sweat from his sideburns, his mind went back to two hours ago.

"I'm sorry, the phone you dialed is off."

"I'm sorry, the phone you dialed is off."

Why is this happening?

Don't give up, click the redial again.

"I'm sorry, the phone you dialed is off."

Staring at the mobile phone that kept repeating this sentence in Chinese and English, Ling Junxuan glanced at Mu Danchen, who was standing not far away and was also making calls, and the two put down their mobile phones at the same time.

Walking back along the asphalt road in amazement, after a while, Mu Danchen stopped, he turned his head to look at Ling Junxuan, who seemed to have lost half of his strength, and walked towards him mechanically with slow steps.

I'm about to pass by him, Mudan

The deep voice of the morning sounded at the right time:

"Ling Junxuan, do you have a class in the afternoon?"

His footsteps paused, Ling Junxuan didn't look back, he raised his steps and continued to walk forward:

"Nope."

Looking at his back as he walked away, Mu Danchen raised his voice:

"Would you be interested in having a game with me?"

Race?

Ling Junxuan stopped, his fine hair trembled, his eyebrows raised slightly, and his magnetic voice drifted into Mu Danchen's ears with the wind:

"What game?"

This really aroused his interest, and now he was in a depressed mood, trying to find an outlet to vent.

It's good that this guy is hitting him with a gun without knowing whether he is alive or dead, and it's great.

With a cold sneer in his heart, Ling Junxuan slowly turned around.

"Badminton, you will."

This sentence, for sure.

Since knowing the existence of this opponent, Mu Danchen has worked hard.

Badminton is a strong point for Ling Junxuan, and he is not weak.

Now, the two of them are just going to be different.

"Of course."

Ling Junxuan elegantly put his hand in his trouser pocket, and his slender fingertips touched the stiff azure card.

He pressed the somewhat wrinkled card to his leg with his fingertips, and his blood began to boil inexplicably.

The eyes of the two intersected in the air, and in an instant, there seemed to be invisible sparks splashing around, crackling and not letting each other go.

"Xinyuan Badminton Club, have you been there?"

Mu Danchen looked at him with dark eyes.

As soon as he heard the name, Ling Junxuan knew that he had probed his own details.

Nodding expressionlessly, Ling Junxuan looked back at him without blinking.

"Very well, I'm also a member there, let's go there."

The two walked to the side of the road and waited for a while, a tex galloped in, Mu Danchen waved his long arm, and Tex slowly leaned towards them.

Mu Danchen directly opened the passenger seat, and Ling Junxuan also opened the back door and sat in.

After reporting the address to the driver's eldest brother, Mu Danchen began to close his eyes and recuperate.

Leaning back in the chair, Ling Junxuan took out the card from his trouser pocket that was no longer flat, he looked at it and looked at it, his eyes became distant and sharp.

Silent all the way, Tex stopped in front of the steps of a tall building.

The two got out of the car one after another and entered the elevator directly, Mu Danchen pressed on the 23rd Arabic numerals, looking at the red numbers that kept climbing and beating, and with a crisp and pleasant "ding", the elevator doors slowly opened to both sides.

Mu Danchen walked out first, he didn't stop at the door full of green plants, and walked straight to the simple and atmospheric service desk.

Ling Junxuan stood at the door, and he glanced up at a few golden flower characters and logos on the door - Xinyuan Badminton Club.

Stretching out his fingertips again, he tapped the cardboard in his trouser pocket through the thin fabric, and then strode towards the service desk.

Twenty minutes later, the two had changed into sportswear and comfortable sneakers, and were holding expensive rackets and staring at each other in front of the horizontal and vertical nets.

Mu Danchen took the lead in extending his hand:

"Please advise."

Ling Junxuan stretched out his hand to shake it:

"Please advise."

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