Nalan Yunxiao and Mo Qingfeng, who had changed into tennis uniforms, came to the court with Liu Qingyi, but they saw that around the tennis court, where they thought there were only a few people, they were already densely surrounded by students of all grades, and most of them were holding signs with words such as "The wind will win" and "Yunxiao will win......

The corners of Nalan Yunxiao's mouth lifted slightly, looked back at Liu Qingyi, did not speak, and then looked at Mo Qingfeng: "Let's go, let's enter." ”

"Hey, two big brothers, you've finally arrived, the fan group has been waiting here for nearly an hour, including me, of course, hehe." Yang Cong was the first to rush out of the crowd at this time, and stepped forward to greet Nalan Yunxiao and Mo Qingfeng with a smile.

"Onion, stop talking nonsense, call the referee, let's get started." Nalan Yunxiao waved his hand.

"Okay, okay." Yang Cong bowed his waist and nodded at the two, then walked to the scoring table and picked up the horn: "Children's shoes, the once-in-a-lifetime idol tennis tournament of St. Fe Eton College will start again, everyone cheers!" This time, the members of the two sides are still Mo Qingfeng, who is known as the 'Grass in the Wind' in the academy, against Nalan Yunxiao, who is known as the 'Cold-faced Cool Man'! But this time, the challenger has become Mo Qingfeng, so will the final victory or defeat also change, let's wait and see! Now invite two students to play! ”

As soon as Yang Cong's words fell, the shouts of the entire venue suddenly boiled to the extreme, especially those girls who held signs to support their respective idols, and they almost pulled their throats to the sound of their eyes.

Nalan Yunxiao asked Mo Qingfeng to pick a racket at random, took another one for himself, and then the two of them went on the court to stand on both sides of the court and began to enter the warm-up stage.

Liu Qingyi approached the edge of the tennis court, looked at the two people in the court through the net, and then recalled the scene where he asked Mo Qingfeng just now......

"Qingfeng, why are you playing tennis with Yunxiao?"

"For you?"

"For me?"

"Yes, because I don't want him to hurt you anymore. I don't know what happened when you went to Europe, but at least I can tell that he doesn't love you anymore. ”

"That's not the case, Sunny Wind."

"Qingyi, I said that if he dares to hurt you, between me and him, there is nothing to be done as a friend. So this time, I'm going to have to win him. ”

"Even if you win, you won't change anything, promise me not to compare."

"But Nalan Yunxiao has already responded to the battle, you shouldn't come to persuade me, but you should persuade him, right?"

"I ...... You know, in this kind of thing, I can't persuade him at all. ”

"That's it. Qingyi, this game can't be avoided, and I'll win! ”

"Sunny wind, in fact, ......"

"Whew...... Call...... Qingyi, has the game started, I'm not late, am I? A rapid gasp suddenly came from Liu Qingyi's ears, shattering her memory.

Liu Qingyi was taken aback, and when she turned around and saw that it was Mo Qingyu, she was a little surprised: "Why are you here?" ”

Mo Qingyu made a tennis slap action: "Of course it's to watch the ball game!" Originally, I didn't have to worry about my brother's skills, but given that the opponent was Nalan Yunxiao, who defeated him last year, I should still take a look and cheer for my brother, hehe. ”

Liu Qingyi was about to say something, but Mo Qingyu smiled and tried to say: "Hey Qingyi, do you want - who wins?" ”

"I don't know. I don't want them to compare at all. Liu Qingyi replied with a slight frown.

"Oh, isn't it just a game, I think it's complicated, do you think it's because of your rival fight?" Mo Qingyu joked at Liu Qingyi.

"What are you talking about, dead girl?" Liu Qingyi's face was slightly red, and she began to tickle Mo Qingyu's itch with her hands.

"Oops, don't scratch it, the game is on." Mo Qingyu looked at the court, her face full of excitement.

"Squeak—"

As the referee's whistle sounded, Nalan Yunxiao and Mo Qingfeng finally walked to the center of the field, facing each other from a distance.

"Okay, now the game starts, and the one who wins one set wins, and in the first game, Mo Qingfeng will kick off." The referee stands in front of the scoring table and announces.

Mo Qingfeng looked at Nalan Yunxiao, but recalled the tennis match he had with him last year, pursed his lips, and then hit a ball......

When the tennis match of St. Feyton College was in full swing, Tang Yating had returned to her downstairs in the residential building of Yaqin Garden on Fuxin Road, although her heart was full of doubts at the moment, but out of fear that something would happen at home, she still trotted all the way upstairs.

"Bang ......"

As soon as the knock on the door fell, Tang Yating found that the door was not closed, so she walked in quickly and saw her mother sitting on the sofa, with an anxious look on her face.

"Mom, you're in a hurry to call me home, is there something going on at home? What about Dad? Tang Yating walked up to her mother and asked.

"You're back. Your dad went to pick up Xiaobin from school. You sit down, and mom has something to tell you. Yating's mother looked at her daughter and pulled her to sit down in front of her.

"Yating, tell your mother, did you offend the son of the Nalan family at school?" Yating's mother looked at Tang Yating and asked in a serious tone.

"Mom you...... How do you know? Tang Yating looked at her mother with a surprised gaze, and a trace of uneasiness crossed her eyebrows.

"You say it first, don't you?" Yating's mother asked Tang Yating.

"Yes, but I ......"

Tang Yating was about to explain, but was scolded by Yating's mother pointing her nose: "Why do you want to offend others?" Who are we, who is his family, you offend him, don't you want to think about what if someone comes to the door, what will your father and I do? ”

"Mom, did their family look for you? They didn't do anything to you, did they? Tang Yating looked at her mother's expression, seemed to have guessed something, and hurriedly asked.

"Yes. It's not good now, but people said that if you entangle that Nalan Yunxiao again, he will make your dad unemployed! Yating's mother said that tears were about to flow from her eyes.

Tang Yating was a little puzzled: "How come?" What does this have to do with Dad's work? ”

"You don't know, the company your father works for is owned by their Nalan Group." Yating's mother continued to dissuade in a slightly pleading tone, "Yating, Mom knows that you are a good boy and will not go to their son-in-law's idea. But you're just stubborn and nosy. You promised your mother that even if you don't like him, don't provoke him, okay? ”

"I ...... But I'm not wrong, am I? Tang Yating replied unconvinced with a pout.

"Mom knows, Yating, you should, for the sake of this family, for your father, endure your temper. Our family can't afford to mess with them. Yating's mother spoke earnestly.

Tang Yating held her mother's hand, but her eyes were sharp and firm: "Mom." Although our family has no money or power, we must not lose our morality and dignity. I just can't get used to seeing him so domineering and bullying at school! ”

"Why don't you know to think about your family, Yating? You...... If you don't promise me, don't enter this house in the future. Yating's mother stood up angrily and pointed at Tang Yating.

"Mom, don't be angry, I promise, can't I promise you?" Tang Yating pursed her lips, trying not to let her tears remain......

"Hey, hey, is the game over, who won and who won?" Suddenly, a muddy sound came from the side of the tennis court, and then a palm patted Yang Cong's shoulder hard.

"Who's filming me?!" Yang Congzheng was excited, but he didn't expect someone to disturb him at this time, so he replied without looking back: "I didn't see it, why did you ask me?" ”

"People...... They just came from the cafeteria. The voice was slightly apologetic.

Yang Cong was stunned for a moment, and reluctantly turned his head to see that it was Tong Beibei, only to see that she was still chewing snacks in her mouth, and was staring at the field with a gaze.

"You can really stay in the cafeteria, can't you reduce your appetite for such an important ball game?" Yang Cong was speechless.

"Oh, you say it quickly, if you don't say it, I'll -" Tong Beibei finished speaking and made a gesture of pulling the cuffs of her clothes.

"Okay, I say. Mo and Nalan have now won two games each, and now they have begun to play the final clean game. In this game, Mo scored two points and Nalan scored three points. So in my opinion, Nalan is still a step ahead, and sure enough, last year's winner will continue to defend his title and write his own undefeated myth! Yang Cong said with a spittle.

"Oh yes. Come on, Yunxiao! Tong Beibei heard this and began to shout.

"Hey, don't shout into my ear, I can't hurt it."

"How about calling you? Well? ”

"How dare I do anything to you......"

"Hmph, Yunxiao, look at my backhand downspin slash ball, how do you catch it." Mo Qingfeng silently recited in his heart, then turned the racket, and suddenly changed from a forehand to a backhand to fight back.

"Whoosh-"

The tennis ball brushed the net at an extremely tricky angle, Nalan Yunxiao saw this scene, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and he also moved sideways suddenly, and then with the power of turning, he flipped the ball back fiercely.

Mo Qingfeng was also shocked when he saw that Nalan Yunxiao actually took the ball: "He actually let him take it like this, it seems that his skills have improved a lot compared to a year ago." ”

"I can't afford to lose, though!" Seeing that the ball was already flying towards this side, Mo Qingfeng's eyes began to stare closely at the direction in which the ball was moving, and he wanted to take it.

However, when the ball hit the ground and rebounded to his side, it unexpectedly reversed its direction and began to fly out in the opposite direction stretched by Mo Qingfeng's racket.

"What?!" Mo Qingfeng was instantly shocked when he saw this scene, thought about it for a while, and then seemed to have made a major decision, and resolutely threw the racket held in his right hand in reverse, and then wanted to catch it with his left hand.

"Stop Mo Qingfeng, even then you may not be able to catch the ball, and you will get hurt in this way!" Suddenly, a voice came from somewhere outside the field.

"Don't worry about it!" Mo Qingfeng obviously had no intention of accepting the voice's opinion, his body did not make any pause, he quickly grabbed the racket with his left hand, and then his whole body began to tilt to the left, his left arm stretched out, aimed at the flying tennis ball, and shot it out heavily.

"Poof-" The tennis ball that was about to hit the ground, after receiving the force of the racket, finally turned around again and flew towards the opposite side of the net.

However, although the ball was received, Mo Qingfeng's inclined figure had already lost his center of gravity, and then he fell to the ground under the gaze of the whole audience......