Tao You opened his mouth, but he still patiently continued to persuade him, "I know that you are powerful, but you are hungry, and you may reflux acid water and faint with low blood sugar after a while of strenuous exercise?" What a shame that is. You haven't eaten for almost seven hours, and you've eaten a little bit at noon."

- How can I feel tired of coaxing children?

Song Yimian still didn't bow his head, glanced at Tao You's bright eyes, turned sideways to avoid her outstretched hand, made a child's temper, snorted from his nose and said, "What's delicious about sweet and greasy, I won't eat it!" Give you something to eat."

Tao You gritted his teeth, looking at Song Yimian's hard-drilled horn tip and beaten appearance, he was also angry in his heart, "Do you like to eat!" After she finished speaking angrily, she took a bite of the pastry in her hand, "You deserve to be hungry!"

At the moment when Song Yimian finally turned her head to look over, she held her head high, turned her head and left.

She knew that Song Yimian didn't like Xu Haojing, and she guessed that he might be suspicious of sarcasm, so she patiently spoke to him.

But this person is so ignorant, she has been coaxed twice! Twice!

What extravagant figures!

But this person is still not satisfied, and he is still there to set up music for her, who can bear this.

Song Yimian looked at Tao Youmian depressedly and walked away without looking back, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the eyebrows that were slightly gathered in the middle seemed to be more and more resentful.

It's like those big golden retrievers on the Internet who make mistakes and are reprimanded by their masters, with sad faces and distressing faces.

Song Yimian pursed his lips, and the corners of his mouth twitched, only to know that Tao You was so impatient with himself, he couldn't coax him for half a time. He was ready to descend the steps.

A circle of teammates next to him were eating pastries, and he was the only one sitting alone on the edge of the chair, with a depressed gray color lingering all over his body, like a big dark cloud overhead, no amount of wind could dispel it.

Song Yimian stared at the dark green ground for a long time, and regretted in his heart why he had just fought for the last coaxing words, what difference did it make if he listened to it more and listened to it less.

But who doesn't like to listen to others coax themselves, especially Tao You's mouth, he can listen to his whole body, and his heart is as sweet as soaking in a honey pot.

No one else can hear it if they spend money!

But in the end, I was messed up by myself.

Song Yimian rubbed his hair irritably, and looked at the back of the unique suit on the opposite side of the field hatefully.

Thinking of Xu Haojing's provocative look that he had to look at himself every time he left, a smoldering fire rose in his stomach.

Although it was far away, as soon as Xu Haojing turned around, she directly faced Song Yimian.

Neither of them could see each other's gaze, but they both intuitively felt that the other party was looking at themselves, or very polite, with the hostile kind, "stabbing lala" met in mid-air with sparks, even if the eyes were pantothenic and red silk climbed into the eye sockets, no one looked away first. Look at the book

"Come, come, divide····· It's a snack." Hong Xiqi was carrying two bags of bread in each hand, which Gu Yi's mother had just brought over.

She came in happily, only to see that her teammates had already eaten, and her high voice instantly weakened.

"Where did you get the pastries?" She frowned, hurried up to the team, and asked unhappily.

Where's her right-hand man?! She's going to starve her teammates?!

"Yes, the ······ from the other side" The team member stammered weakly, "What is given to Tao You, she gave it to us." pointed the finger at Tao You.

Gu Yi followed behind Hong Xiqi, carrying two identical bags in his hands, and the whole person blocked in front of Song Yimian, cutting off his and Xu Haojing's eyes to kill.

Hearing his teammates say this, Song Yi glanced at him and said indifferently, "It's Tao Youshang who rushed to you again."

「······」 The team members rushed to make up for themselves, "We're really hungry."

"But we don't have enough to eat, we don't have enough to stuff our teeth, and you're here at the right time!" Seeing the corners of Hong Xiqi's mouth drooping, the team members didn't want her to feel that she was busy in vain, so they stepped forward to surround her and asked her to share the bread. Very face-saving.

"Yo

。」 Gu Yi put down the bag, pushed away a bunch of tennis bags beside Song Yimian with a hippie smile, and grabbed his neck, "What happened to provoke our famous Brother Mian this time?" Seeing that you are angry, the hair stands up."

He was not afraid of being beaten to help Song Yimian fix his hair, "Tell you Gu Xiaoye, help you solve your doubts." He looked like an old man, and he was just a cup of old tea jar covered with tea stains in his hand.

"Okay, okay, eat less." Coach Tan bit on the bread and wandered among the players, "Song Yimian, take a few bites and get ready to play."

Song Yimian didn't care about Gu Yi's hand around his neck, and got up directly with the racket.

"Give me a loaf of bread." He walked up to Hong Xiqi and asked.

Seeing that Song Yimian was about to eat the bread, Tao You couldn't help but speak, "This bread is sweeter, you choke carefully."

Song Yimian opened his mouth and looked at the bread delivered to his mouth, neither eating nor not eating.

"Ahem," he looked at Tao You's choking expression on his face, cleared his throat in embarrassment, took two mouthfuls of the shiny bread in his hand, and went to the referee with the men's competition list given to him by Coach Tan.

On the opposite side of Nancheng No. 1 Middle School, it was Zhang Yitie (who was called Tao You's sister just now, and Song Yimian grabbed each other), famous for not recognizing his six relatives on the field, bold and careful, with ten years of training, so that the opponent can hardly find any shortcomings.

Legends about him are still circulating on various high school tennis fan forums.

One of the most famous is to have a cold face, in the school fun competition, he beat the goddess who has been secretly in love for many years, and played a bald score of six to zero, during the break, the other players and coaches saw the girl's dilemma, and wanted to remind Zhang Yitie to release the water appropriately, so that no one wanted to participate in the tennis club in the future, but it was not easy to say clearly, so he had to hint again and again.

But Zhang Yitie is a stunned young man, especially on the court, except for the yellow-green, yellow-green tennis ball in his mind, he can't fit it anymore, and he can't think about other things.

The girl began to cry bitterly after the game, and she also avoided Zhang Yitie, and left an indelible shadow on tennis, and quit the tennis substitute team in less than half a year.

"Boy," Zhang Yitie sat on the bench, and then put the bag on it, and one person took up more than half of the position.

"I won't bother with you about what happened just now." He sat on the chair, raised his head and arrogantly pointed at Song Yimian, who was still standing in front of him, and said cruelly, "A game for a while, you wait and see, don't cry when you get off the game."

Song Yimian only left Zhang Yitie with half a look, looked at the remaining small chair with an indifferent expression, and turned to the other side.

"You!" Zhang Yitie saw that he was completely ignored by Song Yimian, and he was angry from the heart, and his eyes were widened with a pair of eyes that were already slightly sudden and covered with small bloodshots, and he glared at him angrily, and his fierce look made people's hearts tremble. Look at the book

Xu Haojing took the list, strode leisurely, and patted Zhang Yitie on the shoulder behind him, "Be careful, this is not at home."

「······」 Zhang Yitie licked the corners of his mouth, cocked Erlang's legs, and turned his head to the other side.

Xu Haojing is also used to Zhang Yitie's "dead man" appearance, and she doesn't want to say anything, anyway, it wasn't her who was scolded on the Internet when the time came.

"Rub!"

It was still dark early in early spring, and when the last light was left, the incandescent lights around the course lit up to make the course as close as 10 o'clock in the middle of the day.

"There's a game today?"

"When will it end?"

There were people who came to play tennis after eating, and when they saw that the innermost court was playing, they didn't have time to put down their bags, so they came over.

Xu Haojing stepped on the shadow of the lamppost and walked to sit next to Song Yimian.

"Which high school is on the other side, why haven't you seen it before?" Someone asked in the back.

"You don't even know this, tennis has been played for nothing in the past few years." The other is noticeably more knowledgeable.

It's just that before he could show off his knowledge reserves, another passerby spoke first, with a thick local accent, "Nancheng No. 1 Middle School."

「

Uncle, you also play tennis?" The two people in front looked up and down at the passer-by who was walking in thick pajamas, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

The passer-by took the bag of his lover, who was dressed neatly and was about to go to the square dance, and his chin was pressed towards Nancheng No. 1 Middle School, "It's all written on that clothes." I don't have much education, but I still know these words."

The uncle smiled happily and was called by his wife to take pictures.

「······」 The person who asked the question was stupid enough to silence himself.

「······ I just wanted to talk about Nancheng No. 1 Middle School." Another person added, "The players are amazing, just that, the one sitting on the chair, among all the high school tennis players in South City, but this one." As he spoke, he gave a thumbs up.

"Boys' champion in the South City High School Tennis League for four consecutive years."

"Four years?"

"Ahem, the culture class is not very good, I repeated the grade."

"Nancheng No. 1 Middle School," the other muttered and pushed his eyes up that had slipped to the tip of his nose, thinking of something, "Nancheng No. 1 Middle School, is there one two years ago, the special enrollment of S University of Chemistry?"

"Yes, it's Xu Haojing! My cousin's idol bought a copy of her high school notes online at a high price two days ago."

Xu Haojing glanced back curiously and commented, "Quite discerning."

"Snort."

Xu Haojing heard this and turned around, "You have a lot of opinions about me."

Song Yimian sat down next to him with his hands on his chest, and said stiffly, "I don't know you." Where does the opinion come from?

Xu Haojing didn't believe his mouth, so she didn't hear him.

The referee finally came in after the call, still biting a lollipop in his mouth.

"Keep going." He raised his hand and took down the folder on the steps of the referee's chair, "Give me the list, and everyone who doesn't play will go to the back of the field."

Xu Haojing knew that this was ordering herself, so she got up with Song Yimian, and after submitting the list, she whispered in his ear, "Man, don't be so careful, have a bigger belly." You're going to be without a girlfriend like that." She patted Song Yimian on the shoulder again and again, "Brother, if you like it, you have to say it out loud, you have no experience at first glance, do you want me to teach you a few tricks for free."

Song Yimian's face instantly turned cold, the corners of his eyes pressed down slightly, and he shrugged his shoulders to avoid the last shot that Xu Haojing was about to take a picture, "You live by the sea."

"Hey, how do you know that the sea is outside the floor-to-ceiling window in my living room?!" Xu Haojing distorted, "We won't know each other before, right?"

For the first time in his life, Song Yimian felt aggrieved and powerless in front of outsiders, and felt like he had punched cotton.

"We'll have time later!" No hurry!

Song Yimian said, looking sideways at the figure who was full and dozing off, thinking that this is not his own decision, and the other protagonist may not be able to open his mind when he will be able to open up.

"Okay." Xu Haojing withdrew her hand indifferently and got off the field.

The referee waved at the two on the field, "Come, come, shake hands." He was full of enthusiasm, on the other hand, the faces of the two who were about to compete were more stinky than the other, and they slapped each other's hands to say hello, and those who didn't know thought they had a feud.

"Ahem, choose, choose the tails." The referee unconsciously put away the smile on the corner of his mouth, afraid that he would look too unprofessional.

"I'll let you." Zhang Yitie seemed to have generously ceded the choice to Song Yimian, but the referee had a puzzled look.

There are only two sides to a coin, which one to choose is not to choose, the probability of winning in the end is 50%, or random things that rely purely on luck, what is there to be humble.

Zhang Yitie also reacted, and what he said was a joke.

The words are said like spilled water, and if he changes his words now, it will be tantamount to him admitting his stupidity. can only wait for Song Yimian to speak, maybe he can alleviate his embarrassing situation.

The hand that was spinning the racket in a chic manner stopped, the corners of his mouth pursed down proudly, and he saw Song Yimian on the opposite side patting the hand that "shook hands" just now, the non-existent ash, and the corners of his lips on one side should not be hooked, which seemed to be a mockery, a few more arrogant than him

stabbed his eyes and the muscles on both sides of his cheeks bulged, but he could only wait obediently.

"Flower ...... Forget it, it's still literal." Song Yimian spoke slowly, ignoring the eyes that Zhang Yitie desperately handed to him the whole time.

"Literally." The referee glanced at the coins in their hands, "Do you choose the court or the order of serve?"

"Which one do you want to choose?" Song Yimian slapped his chin at Zhang Yiti, and asked instead of answering, "I'll let you."

"......" The referee wordlessly stuffed the coin into his trouser pocket, looked at Song Yimian, and then turned his head to look at Zhang Yitie.

Good guys, friendly matches are also competitions, don't take him as a referee in your eyes, right, this let's let, that let's go, grind and chirp, and it's endless!

Zhang Yitie's face was flushed, his chest rose and fell violently, and before the game started, his heartbeat was already overspeeding, causing his chest to ache slightly.

The referee knocked on the black pen in his hand and said unhappily, "Eh, the game, all pay attention to a little bit of goodness."

"Nong, Song Yimian," he tapped on the folder, "the court is still a serve, hurry up and choose one."

Song Yimian was also teasing Zhang Yitie, but he didn't really want to let him, "I'll serve first." He likes to take the initiative into his own hands.

"You, choose the venue." The referee made a note on the folder, and then turned to ask Zhang Yitie.

Zhang Yitie exhaled heavily, "Left." He was bound to let Song Yimian see who his brother was!