Prince of Tennis Tai Chi

After lunch, everyone took a rest in the lounge of the arena.

Seeing that everyone had almost rested, Huang Shi stood up from his chair and said, "How was your fun today? Are you happy?"

"happy!!!"

Everyone said in unison.

There was only one person who shouted in frustration: "It's not that good. I've been playing all morning and I haven't beaten Brother Yixing in a round." Needless to say, this person must be Pengpeng.

ha! ! ha! ! ha! !

"My Pengpeng, please be more careful. With your skills, I'm afraid even my sister may not be able to win."

It was He Jiu who laughed.

Thinking of the game in the morning, it was simply too horrible to watch. No matter what Pengpeng played, he could not change the result that he did not win a game.

Hearing He Jiu's words, even the shameless Peng Yujuan felt that he couldn't hold it in his face. His fat face turned red and he argued: "I didn't eat enough in the morning, so I don't have much energy to play ball anymore."

"But brother, I saw you had three bowls of noodles this morning." Suddenly, the usually transparent sister said.

"Oh...three bowls of noodles..."

Everyone booed.

Peng Yujuan's fat face turned red again in embarrassment.

At this time, Huang Shi came over, patted his shoulder, and said, "Pengpeng, if you are really not full, just say, don't hold it back, at worst I will work harder and do more next time."

Hearing Huang Shi's teasing, Peng Yujuan, who was already blushing, became even more at a loss and waved his hands randomly. I wanted to defend myself, but I couldn't say a word. In the end, I had no choice but to 'collapse' as if resigned to my fate.

(Peng Yujuan: Forget it, you can say whatever you want, anyway, I’m already ‘shameful’ enough today. I’m lying flat, I’m in a mess, I won’t fight anymore.)

Seeing Pengpeng resigned to his fate, everyone immediately stopped laughing and led the conversation to other places.

......

"By the way, Azhe, you have such good skills. How did you practice? Can you tell us?"

Li Zhe, who was sitting aside eating melon, was suddenly cueed.

"Ah...how do I practice football?"

"What should I say? Sister..."

Really not wanting to offend everyone, Li Zhe frantically signaled to Li Shuruo, hoping she could change the topic. However, my elder sister seemed to be on "airplane mode" and turned a blind eye to Li Zhe's signal.

With Li Zhe's unremitting efforts, Li Shuruo finally landed. Looking at Li Zhe, who was almost blinking his eyes dry, he said angrily: "What's the matter? Since I asked you, let me just say whatever I want!"

(Li Shuruo: Humph, we all like to play tennis. I can’t be the only one to be hit. If I want to die, let’s all die together. ?(◣д◢)?)

"OK then."

Since his elder sister said so, Li Zhe had no choice but to show his cards.

"I didn't practice much, I just practiced casually. At most, I would go to the court and play with others for a while."

After hearing Li Zhe's words and remembering the scene they saw in the morning, everyone shook their heads.

'what the hell! Who are you trying to fool by putting it here? ’

They all looked at Li Zhe with contempt.

Li Zhe, whose scalp was numb after being watched by everyone, could no longer hold on and opened his mouth slightly.

Seeing that Li Zhe was about to tell the secrets on how to develop superb football skills, everyone gathered around again, their eyes filled with anticipation.

"The reason why I can develop such superb skills is purely because I, Li Zhe, am a tennis-ball genius."

oops.

The people gathered in the circle were shocked to the ground by Li Zhe's narcissism.

Without paying attention to the people on the ground, Li Zhe said again: "Yes, sister, I was right, I am indeed a genius."

Looking at the narcissistic Li Zhe in front of him, Li Shuruo put his right hand on his forehead and expressed that he did not know him.

After a long time, Peng Yujuan, who got up from the ground, patted Li Zhe on the shoulder and said, "I didn't expect it, Ah Zhe, it turns out you are such a person."

"Hey, no. You asked me for the secret book. I'm telling you the truth." Looking at the people getting up from the ground, Li Zhe said helplessly, "Anyway, the secret book tells you. It's up to you to believe it or not."

"Okay, okay, I got it, you don't need to say anything anymore." He Jiu said, enduring the laughter that was about to come out.

After a long time, everyone calmed down and suppressed their laughter with difficulty.

"Forget it, Azhe, I won't ask you how you practice. However, it's not too much for you to teach us this afternoon!"

Seeing that there were steps, Li Zhe quickly got off the slope and said, "It's not too much! It's not too much!"

‘Phew, I finally got over it. I was asked this suddenly, what should I say? It cannot be said that playing tennis in this world requires not only technical skills, but also extremely high mental strength. And because I have been a human being for two lifetimes and have extraordinary mental strength, I have superb football skills? ’

‘If I hadn’t known how fantastical the Net King’s world would be in the later stages, I might have thought that this statement was just a lie. ’

Li Zhe, who had been fooled, wiped the non-existent cold sweat on his head and breathed a sigh of relief.

‘Let’s fool around with it now. Anyway, when the plot officially starts later, you will all know. ’

......

"Azhe, look at how I hold the racket, is this right?"

Li Zhe, who was enjoying delicious juice at the side, was called over by Peng Yujuan.

Looking at Peng Yujuan's peculiar holding posture and the proud expression on his face, Li Zhe was really embarrassed to expose his sweet dream.

Finally, Li Zhe said cruelly: "Your grip is wrong. If you hold the racket like this for a long time, your wrist will hurt."

After hearing Li Zhe's words, the expression on Peng Yujuan's face froze instantly.

Hahaha....

"Brother, you are so funny. I have been practicing with you wrong for two years." The younger sister who was amused by Pengpeng couldn't help laughing.

Seeing this scene, Peng Yujuan couldn't keep his fat face and shouted quickly: "Ah Zhe, how to hold the racket correctly, please teach me quickly."

"Okay, okay, don't worry, I'll teach you right now."

"Quick, quick, teach me. I said why I can't beat Brother Yixing, it turns out it's because of this. When I learn how to do it later, I'll go find Brother Yixing and win him back."

......

Looking at Pengpeng practicing hard and remembering that he would have to win back the match with him later, Zhang Yixing could no longer sit still.

After a while, he jumped up from the chair and ran over quickly with the racket in hand.

He pulled Li Zhe with his hand and said hurriedly: "Azhe, you can't favor one thing over another. You have to teach me no matter what."

Looking at the anxious Zhang Yixing, Li Zhe opened his mouth and said: "Don't worry, I will teach you when I teach Pengpeng."

"No, you've been teaching me for so long, it's time to teach me. Let Pengpeng practice on his own."

Zhang Yixing took Li Zhe's hand and was about to pull him aside.

Seeing Zhang Yixing's movements, Peng Yujuan immediately stopped and quickly reached out to hold Li Zhe's other hand.

Said: "Brother Yixing, I haven't finished studying yet. You can't do this. You'd better come here after I finish studying."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pull Zhang Yixing's hand away.

"No, teach me first."

"No, I'll finish studying first and then talk."

The two of them were on one side and refused to give in to the other.

Looking at the three people on the field, a few people outside the field did not make a sound, they just watched everything silently, and occasionally let out a chuckle.

In the end, Li Zhe couldn't stand these two anymore. With a snap, he threw his hands away and said, "Stop arguing, one hour per person, and I won't teach anymore."

Seeing that Li Zhe was 'angry', the two of them quickly agreed.

......

In the evening, everyone who had played all day drove out of the arena and returned to the Mushroom House.

As for the ‘fateful battle’ between Peng Yujuan and Zhang Yixing in the afternoon, Li Zhe just wanted to say:

What has been done will be done again; what has been done will be done again.