The game continued, and Lu Mingfei served.

Because everyone tried something in the first two balls, his movements were much more crisp, and he bowed down directly after a fast serve, allowing Master Xia behind him to control the rhythm.

Compared with the father and son on the other side, who had so many hearts and eyes that they exploded, Lu Mingfei was much more upright, and if he didn't make a decision, he would just leave it to Uncle Xia, and he would do whatever he asked.

The result was similar to what he thought, Uncle Xia quickly mastered the rhythm of the game, and used the wordless "tacit understanding" of the father and son of the Chu family on the opposite side to play them around, and he only needed to keep the net.

Chu Tianjiao looked at his son who moved left and right in front of him to save the ball, and felt that he couldn't go on like this, he really owed the dog thief a request, what if he let himself go to the signing meeting instead of him later, he would be drowned in saliva.

Looking at the bored and lazy Fingal, the scoreboard beside him was now at 4:7.

Because it was a private friendly match, they didn't play very formally, there were no hard rules of badminton, and the 21-point system was changed to whichever side wins 30 balls first wins.

It is precisely because of this that the unscrupulous writer on the opposite side can run around the field unscrupulously.

Now the problem between him and his son is that the tacit understanding is too high, and sometimes it is easy to make mistakes in coordination if the ideas are too consistent, and the Jiangbei dog thief took advantage of this to steal several balls.

And he has to suppress his strength, and he can't act too shockingly, so as not to be seen by his son.

If he finds out that he has been pretending to be a waste of firewood, the relationship between father and son will be completely finished.

Since the tacit understanding in action is not enough, let's just use words to make up.

It just so happened that at this time, Lu Mingfei picked a high ball over, he shouted "I'm coming" directly, and jumped up and slammed back with a powerful smash, and went towards the racket in Xiao Lu's hand very insidiously.

Faced with this menacing ball, Lu Mingfei raised his racket and pushed it, and directly sent the ball to Chu Zihang.

This time Chu Meiren is not welcome, she hit the ball back with a flat volley, and the landing point is still the tip of the junior brother's ear.

"It's ridiculous, the same move can't be used twice on Saint Seiya!" Lu Gongzi sneered, his bent knees suddenly straightened, and the whole person stepped back with a backhand, and the ball flew towards the left hand side of the senior brother.

Chu Zihang was about to turn around and stride and wave, when he heard the man behind him say, "I'll come." ”

So the boy turned around and paused, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a large bony hand holding the racket and pulling the ball back.

Because he has always been fighting alone, and resisting Master Xia's oppression with his junior brother is also his own dominance, Chu Zihang has never been like today, and someone has helped him out.

After the observation just now, he found that the man was actually deliberately suppressing himself, obviously his heels had been raised, but he never took a step, but paused for a moment before "reacting".

If it weren't for the fact that his eyesight had been strengthened, he might not have noticed this at all, the man's acting skills are the same as Master Xia's, they are so natural.

Their eyes intertwined in an instant, and the father and son determined how to maintain their "tacit understanding" with each other.

Chu Zihang guessed that because he was running all over the field just now, he was always in his line of sight and couldn't play at his full strength, so he chose to stand in front of him like his junior brother to seal the net, and completely handed over the rear to that man.

Now the situation instantly returned to the original balance of power, the two of them in the rear were inseparable, you deducted me on the stage, pulled back and forth for more than half a minute, and the badminton hall was full of "crackling" smashing sounds, like firecrackers.

The two of them who were crazy about showing off their skills made Chu Lu and the two look at each other across the net, and fell into a situation where they had nothing to do.

Fortunately, Master Xia lacked a little less martial virtue than Chu Tianjiao, and he was more handy at bullying children, and at the moment of another jump, he noticed that Lao Chu was moving in advance, and decisively buckled the ball to Chu Zihang on the other side.

Thanks to Chu Zihang, who is more focused on doing things, he won't get distracted, and he directly pounced on the ball in front of the net and hit it back.

And Xiao Lu's classmates are gradually entering the state at this moment, forcing themselves to regain the feeling of facing the jet jeep yesterday, and jumping up is a net smash.

This is the first time that he has made a clear attack in the game so far.

Seeing that the junior brother was no longer hiding, a flash of light flashed in Chu Zihang's eyes, and he slapped the ball back with a slash of his forehand.

In an instant, the senior brother tacitly began to grab the net, frantically picking the ball within a meter in front of the net, and his body tossed and turned like two hard-working bees fighting for the ownership of a delicate flower.

This made the two adults who were originally fighting hard fall into a state of watching the play.

Others may not know, but Xia Di knows very well that Xiao Lu, who has always been a low-key person, actually has a heart for sassy, but the previous conditions did not allow it, so he hid the commotion in his heart, which can only be seen when he incarnates a complaint.

Now that he has a stage where he can show himself unscrupulously, and with someone who has no conditions to create conditions to let him play, he finally doesn't have to suppress himself anymore and begins to learn to take the initiative to fight.

When Chu Zihang's saving angle deviated and made the ball fly a little higher, Lu Mingfei's eyes lit up.

Shocked Xia Di's first goal, just today!

Holding his breath, his right foot stepped on the ground and jumped high, Lu Mingfei was in the air and tried his best to stretch his torso, his right hand was raised high like a taut spring, and then he swung the racket down at the highest point.

"Bang!"

With a bang, Chu Zihang couldn't see the flight trajectory of the badminton at all, so he could only stand in place and watch his junior brother land in a dashing manner, holding the badminton racket and holding a racket.

"Hmph-no one spoke, it seems that they were all shocked by the earth-shattering smashing of the Sprinkle family." Lu Gongzi raised his eyes and looked at the other side, and sure enough, the senior brother and his father were silent with a shocked expression, and their eyes were full of admiration when they looked at him.

And the old Xia Tou behind him applauded: "It's amazing, it's amazing." ”

Even Fingal, who was about to be idle, gave him a thumbs up, saying that the little brother was playing really well.

Lu Mingfei, who was fluttering in his heart, pulled the corners of his mouth, showed a hook card smile, and was about to see where his ball landed, when he found that the opposite half was empty.

"What's the situation, the ball?" A question mark appeared on Lu Mingfei's head, thinking that he was blocked by his senior brothers, and deliberately walked a few steps to the side, but still no trace of the badminton ball was found.

Could it be that it flies? Then they shouldn't show that look.

He rubbed his head with a badminton racket, trying to figure out what was going on, only to feel a stiff, round thing on his head rubbing against him the next second.

"What's that?" Lu Mingfei muttered, moved the racket in front of him, and found that the badminton he was looking for was on it.

I saw that the straight rope of the racket had broken a few lines in the center at the moment, and the next few were also bent and deformed, leaving only two-thirds of the shuttlecock stuck on the racket, and there were several obvious cracks on the semicircular ball head.

"Ah......h

Looking at the badminton racket that had died together, Xiao Lu thought about it, hid it directly behind him, and threw the pot on Lao Xia Tou: "The quality of this racket is too poor, uncle, why are you buying fake and shoddy products." ”

Sorry for the delay, a little shorter.

(End of chapter)