C211 (1/2)

Swoosh.

Zhao Chen sent a very good ball.

Xiao Yiran was stunned and almost failed to catch it.

He was just a child, yet he could send out such a good ball. He really couldn't judge a book by its cover.

Next, both of them slapped each other. Their actions were standard and full of fighting spirit.

After a while, Xiao Yiran took off his shirt, probably sweating. Zhao Chen also took off his T-shirt.

This tennis match was really intense.

After a few rounds, it was basically a draw.

Once again, Xiao Yiran knew that he had underestimated his opponent. Even though he was just a child, his playing power was just right. He had no advantage in strength at all. Thus, Xiao Yiran finally brought out his true ability. In fact, he didn't plan on taking it seriously at the beginning, otherwise it would be meaningless even if he won.

However, he had no choice but to pay more attention when encountering such a professional contestant.

As a result, after fighting for a while longer, Zhao Chen gradually lost. After all, she was still a child. She was destined to lose in terms of endurance. Human. Although it was only a technique, it lacked actual combat experience.

”Drink your saliva.” He didn't know when Su Zhizheng had left the room, but she was holding two glasses of water as she walked in.

Take a break.” After that, the two of them sat down on a bench that was used for resting at the edge of the ball net. Xiao Yiran took a glass of water from Su Wangzheng's hands, took a big gulp, then praised Zhao Chen with a smile. ”I didn't expect you to be so good at such a young age.

”That's because I like watching 'The Prince of Tennis', and then Dad taught me to play tennis.” Zhao Chen said with a trace of pride in her eyes. Then, he also took a big gulp of water. He was truly exhausted.

”Oh, so it's like that.” When he mentioned Zhao Musheng, Xiao Yiran immediately turned silent. He thought it was Su Wangzheng who taught him. After all, Su Wangzheng was originally a member of the tennis society, because she said that boys who played tennis were very handsome.

”Your head is covered in sweat from your fatigue.” Su Wangzheng stood to the side and gently wiped the sweat off Zhao Chen's forehead with her hand.

”This kid must have learned from you. He's so modest.” He said that he didn't really know how to play tennis, but he nearly beat me in the end. ”It's just that his endurance is still lacking.” As Xiao Yiran spoke, he glanced at Su Wangzheng from time to time. Indeed, this was how Su Wangzheng was being modest. She was dissatisfied with everything she said. He didn't know if such a person was overly confident or not. For example, when he asked her how the connection was, she said that it was alright, but in the end, almost all the guns were shot and the gun was shot.

”How old is he? It was just luck just now.” Su He's zither lightly smiled with a hint of flattery. Actually, Zhao Musheng could be counted as someone who could play tennis because he was taught by Zhao Musheng. Zhao Musheng was an expert at everything in sports. If Su Wanxing could keep following him, then she would be relieved. Unfortunately, she still kept Zhao Chen by his side.

”Shall we have a match? I haven't fought for a long time. ” Xiao Yiran stood up and said to Su Wangzheng. There was actually a rare trace of hope in his words.

Then let's fight.” Su Wangzheng blinked her eyes. When she saw the ingratiating smile on Xiao Yiran's face, she indifferently agreed. Actually, it wasn't that big of a deal. It was just playing a game. Xiao Yiran always put a lot of emphasis on everything else.

”Alright, alright, I'll be the referee for you.” When Zhao Chen heard that the two of them were going to fight, she smiled and clapped. His mother had even won against his father back then, so he was really looking forward to this battle between experts.

In fact, there was no one who wasn't a master in this battle.

Because the two of them were evenly matched. The ball just kept flying in the air and didn't land on the ground. They didn't hang up the net either. There was no way to tell the difference between a winner and a loser. Or he would score a kickball and she would then give one, almost as if she were the winner.

After fighting for about half an hour, Su Zhizheng's back was already soaked with sweat. She was wearing a maid's uniform, except for Nai. There was only this one coat, so it was very inconvenient to take it off.

On the other hand, Xiao Yiran fought bare-chested and was sweating profusely.

”I can't take it anymore, I'm too tired.” Su Wenjun threw down his racket and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve.

”It's time to rest.” Xiao Yiran was also panting heavily as he walked over and sat on a chair.

”Let me get you some water.” Zhao Chen said as she looked at the two of them. When they were playing, their mother always brought them water.

”No need, I want to drink some with steam.”

”No, I want a soda.”

Su You Zither and Xiao Yi Ran spoke at the same time.

After saying that, the two of them unconsciously turned to look at each other. It seemed that this habit of theirs had not changed at all.

Back then, when they finished the game together, they would both take out two bottles of cola and gulp it down. Sometimes, when he was in a rush from the heat, he would fall down along the top of his head. It was a heart-chilling feeling.

Zhao Chen couldn't help but be stunned when she heard that both of them were going to be annoyed. Where was he going to find a drink with steam in it?

Xiao Yiran calmly turned his head and pressed a beeper beside the window. He said, ”Bring a Coke, Sprite and ice cream to the tennis room.”

So this place also had a beeper, but he didn't know if it was monitored. Only then did Su Zhizheng remember that she had been slacking off when she was cleaning the operation room. Maybe she had been monitored and filmed before.