He Jianjun didn't know that he was facing the only person in the Ten Mile Brigade who couldn't be beaten by anyone, so he followed Wang Dong very seriously for five minutes, and then he was driven to the shelves and started fighting.

He Jianjun is just seventeen this year, and it is the time for the young man to be competitive.

He felt that although he had never played table tennis before, he couldn't lose too ugly!

So his serve used ten percent of his strength, and the round little white ball swiped past Wang Dong's ear with a whoosh.

Wang Dong looked confused, looked left and right, and asked the three spectators on the side: "What just flew over?" ”

Wen Lan: "Ball." ”

Wang Shumei: "You didn't catch it." ”

Lin Nianhe: "One to zero." ”

Wang Dong hurriedly went to pick up the table tennis ball in the barley, and said while wiping the dust off the ball: "Why did it start suddenly, I'm not ready yet!" ”

Wen Lan: "Shameless." ”

Wang Shumei: "It's too shameless." ”

Lin Nianhe: "Extremely shameless. ”

He Jianjun scratched his hair, smiled and said, "Then forget it, Brother Wang, let's fight again." ”

Wang Dong's face has been worn away these days, he even dares to lose Xiao Tiezhu, what face is there to talk about?

He let out a "hmm", his expression was extremely serious, he bent over and tossed the ball high, as if he wanted to make a forehand high toss.

Then, he didn't catch it himself.

"What flew over again?"

Wen Lan: "It's a ball again." ”

Wang Shumei: "I didn't catch it again." ”

Lin Nianhe: "Another one to zero." ”

He Jianjun looked at him blankly: "Brother Wang, you don't have to let me, let's play normally." ”

Wang Dong: "......"

Wang Shumei laughed and said to him: "Don't get me wrong, he didn't let you." ”

Lin Nianhe nodded: "Don't doubt it, your brother Wang is very good at making the result seem effortless after using all his strength." ”

"Huh?"

He Jianjun didn't understand.

It's not difficult to hit the ball.

As soon as he learns, he does.

He stood there with his racket in hand, at a loss.

Wen Lan had a little itchy hands, stepped forward to snatch the racket from Wang Dong's hand, and waved his hand to drive people away: "Go aside, I'll fight." ”

Wang Dong was unconvinced: "What are you doing?" You're letting me play? ”

"I'm a PE teacher, so I have to practice!" Wen Lan was confident, "I have to teach students in the future!"

Principal Wu has already assigned them the subjects to be assigned to.

At present, there are only five grades in primary school, and Lin Nianhe is in charge of Chinese and arithmetic in the first grade and serves as the first-grade class teacher;

Wang Xue is responsible for the second and third grade Chinese and serves as the second grade class teacher;

Miao Hongqi is responsible for arithmetic in the second and third grades and serves as the homeroom teacher in the third grade;

Wang Shumei is responsible for arithmetic in the fourth and fifth grades and serves as the homeroom teacher in the fourth grade;

Wang Dong is in charge of the fourth and fifth grade Chinese and serves as the fifth grade class teacher.

The village elementary school implements the teacher to follow the class, and the homeroom teacher of the fifth grade will take the first grade in the next semester after the students graduate.

Wen Lan was in charge of physical education and labor classes because of her sixth grade. In rural primary schools, the labor class is to teach the children to farm properly, and it is very reasonable for Wen Lan, the most skilled educated youth, to teach as a substitute. Physical education class is simpler, just take the child to run and jump and play a dozen table tennis.

It's just that the music class is a little troublesome, and Principal Wu originally wanted Wen Lan to take the music class on his behalf, but something went wrong-

Wen Lan can't sing. Or rather, she sings hard to hear.

Principal Wu has an accordion, but Wen Lan can't; Wang Xue has a flute, but Wen Lan can't either.

Principal Wu and Wang Xue both tried to teach her, but Wen Lan really couldn't learn.

So, Principal Wu took the music class himself.

The principal is the brick, where it needs to be moved.

Led by Principal Brick, everyone has been concentrating on their own subjects, studying textbooks and arranging the teaching process recently, especially Wen Lan.

She is the second person under Wang Dong to be passionate about table tennis, and the two of them have specially booked a time for this - ten minutes per person, and they play in turns.

But she is different from Wang Dong, Wang Dong can't beat anyone, and Wen Lan can't beat anyone.

Two people who are at odds with each other, but they get the same result - no one in the whole team likes to play with them.

A lot of people tried to get the two of them to play together, so that they wouldn't have to spoil the others.

But Wen Lan disliked Wang Dongtaicai and didn't fight him.

Now that I have met He Jianjun who doesn't know the truth, how can Wen Lan let it go?

As a result, He Jianjun was miserable.

He scored two points in vain just now, and at this moment he finally knew how to play serious table tennis.

Wang Shumei: "It's too cruel. ”

Lin Nianhe: "It's too cruel." ”

Wang Dong: "Twenty-eight to one." ”

Lin Nianhe realized that Wen Lan had already scored twenty-eight points.

This is impossible in a serious table tennis game, but they just play casually, and it is more convenient to count directly.

"Twenty-eight to two!"

Wang Dong suddenly became excited, jumping up and cheering for He Jianjun.

Lin Nianhe looked at He Jianjun with some surprise.

Ordinary people are already depressed or tired when they are beaten like this, and it is normal to give up.

But He Jianjun is still fighting, and he is fighting very seriously.

Sweat ran across his face, his face was a little red, and he gasped much faster.

But his gaze on the ball was bright, getting brighter and brighter.

"Twenty-nine to two."

"Twenty-nine to three!"

"Thirty to three."

"Thirty to four!"

“……”

"Nian He, you say, when Xiao Lan first played, was she so powerful?" Wang Shumei asked Lin Nianhe softly.

Lin Nianhe shook his head: "I don't remember, but I know that if we let the two of us fight him now, we will definitely lose." ”

The skills of the two of them, in Wen Lan's words, are a little better than Wang Dong, but they are only a little.

Wang Xue, who had already boiled water and came back to watch, said: "But he still can't beat Wen Lan, so many points short." ”

"Not necessarily." Lin Nianhe shook his head, "Sister Lan is tired." ”

How big is the difference in physical strength between women and men?

This will have different results depending on the individual, but in the current situation, Wen Lan is indeed the more tired one.

Moreover, the duration of a small round is visibly elongated with the naked eye.

If calculated according to the rules of the game, Wen Lan has already scored a big point, but if he wins three times in five games, He Jianjun will most likely win.

Lin Nianhe tugged at Wang Shumei's sleeve: "Why don't you stop them?" ”

Wang Shumei frowned slightly and nodded: "Stop it, I feel like I'm about to get angry." ”

"You're going?"

"Don't make a fuss, Xiaolan will smoke me."

Lin Nianhe smacked his tongue and patted Wang Dong on the shoulder: "Hey, they've been fighting for so long, it's your turn, right?" ”

Wang Dong was originally obsessed with counting, and he also saw a few catching techniques that he thought he could, and when he heard Lin Nianhe's words, he immediately remembered it.

"That's right! Say okay for one person for ten minutes! ”

Wang Dong rushed to Wen Lan with an arrow: "Come on, it's time, it's my turn!" ”

Wen Lan catches the air with a ball.

"Wang Dong! You want to die! ”

A roar pierced the clouds over the village.

Several other girls looked at Lin Nianhe in unison, and their eyes seemed to say: It has to be you!

Lin Nianhe silently took out a small red rope from his trouser pocket and tied it to his wrist with one hand extremely skillfully.

Then she looked sideways at them, and said, "What are you doing with me?" Didn't you let me? ”

(End of chapter)