The physical education teacher shouted: "Next, change it, boy lie down, girl press, prepare."

After hearing this, An Jing supported the ground with her hands, stood up, patted the dust of her clothes, and then squatted down.

Chen Shu tilted his head and loosened his muscles. He sat down, stretching his long legs in front of her.

Yan Jing looked at the black sneakers in front of her, and hesitated to reach out her hand, following his way, pressing the upper with both hands, covering her hands with some difficulty.

Song Si called him next door: "Ashu."

Chen Shuo held his hands behind the ground and responded lazily.

"how?"

"Is it a good match?" Song Si's eyes were bright and he provoked him with great enthusiasm.

Zhou Qi and Xu Jiaye and the others started to cheer.

Chen Shu laughed, glanced at him slowly, raised his eyebrows: "You can compare?"

His tone was low and arrogant and confident.

Song Siche said, and said unconvincedly: "Come on, how can you know."

Zhou Qi held back his laughter and hurriedly advised: "Don't, brother, let's forget it. Don't lose at that time and don't know the family."

"Get out of your way."

Wen Jing pressed her hands, a little tired. She changed her position and looked up at the teacher again. Why didn’t she start yet?

"Quiet."

An Jing was slightly stunned and glanced at the origin of the sound.

This seemed to be the first time he called her name, and his low and clear voice felt a different feeling.

Chen Shu turned his head and said lightly: "Press me with your knees."

Yin Jing lowered her head, hesitated to remove her hands, and pressed her knees against his black sneakers.

"So?" she asked him after she finished doing it.

Chen Shu nodded, with a smile in his words: "Well, I'm afraid you can't hold me back."

Yin Jing pulled the corner of her mouth.

Did this person think too weakly? But this posture liberates her hands and is quite relaxed.

The moment the physical education teacher said he was preparing, he lay down back, his eyes instantly became a little serious, and his wide school uniform outlined his thin waist.

A whistle began.

When Chen Shuo made his first move, An Jing almost couldn't hold him back without paying attention.

She hurriedly put her center of gravity under her body and counted quickly in her heart.

Why is this man so strong?

The frequency of the statement getting up was so fast that she couldn't see his face clearly, she only swayed his black hair. Moreover, his movements were extremely standard, with a clean and neat angle of forty-five degrees.

When they felt the moment the two were about to hit each other again, An Jing leaned back uncomfortably and opened the distance.

The whistle sounded and the end of one minute.

An Jing hurriedly stood up and reported the score: "Seventy-five."

Chen Shuo sat for a while and took a breath. He plucked his hair and nodded indifferently.

Wait until the score is counted in summer.

The physical education teacher summoned the classmates again, and with a pile of anticipated gazes, he slowly spoke: "The students will move freely in the next time."

"In summer, you find someone to move sports equipment together."

When the students heard this, they screamed and cheered, as if the wild horses were ripped off, and the atmosphere was extremely warm.

Seeing the students cheering like this, the physical education teacher hurriedly smiled and said seriously: "If you play, don't be injured. Have you heard of it?"

Several boys shouted yes in unison.

After the teacher left, the classmates dispersed, the boys played basketball one after another, and some girls also waved badminton rackets.

Uni and his group hid aside and discussed cosmetics.

At first, An Jing sat under the shade of the tree with her knees in her arms. She watched Guo Jiao and Yang Qi playing badminton, and she couldn't help feeling itchy when she went back and forth.

"Sister, how are you going to fight?" She turned to ask An Yue.

An Yue, who has long legs and thin waist, also sat under the shade of the tree. The difference is that she has headphones in her ears and her expression is focused, and she must be listening to English again.

An Yue shook her head, moved her feet, and glanced at the weather with beautiful eyes: "It's too hot, don't hit me."

Wen Jing nodded and turned to the other side.

"Ji Yuan, what are you playing?"

Ji Yuan was watching something with her arms in her arms, but was interrupted by An Jing. She thought for a while and nodded.

An Jing smiled, got up and went to Kuangli to pick up two badminton rackets, handed her one, and she took another badminton. The two walked to an empty place and posed.

In fact, she doesn’t usually play these sports very well, so she is not very skilled, but it just became popular today.

After a while of fighting, An Jing was surprised. Unexpectedly, Ji Yuan was so good at playing, and she couldn't tell at all. Instead, she either couldn't catch it or she could catch it but couldn't call it back.

It was a bit tiring to play quietly, but it was quite interesting.

ah.

Sigh quietly.

Ji Yuan suddenly sent a high ball, and she jumped up and waved her slap, but she didn't receive it. The ball fell somewhere behind her as the line.

An Jing took a breath and signaled Ji Yuan to wait a while, then turned around and ran backwards.

Halfway through the run, she was stunned and stopped slightly.

Badminton fell in front of a boy wearing a black hat and high-profile.

The statement did not play basketball.

He sat under the basketball stand in a casual manner, holding his hands behind the ground, looking lazy at the people playing basketball, and directing a few words from time to time.

He didn't seem to be afraid that the basketball would hit him, and he didn't even lift his eyelids, and he was calm and composed. He was surrounded by messy clothes, water bottles, psp, and lighters.

Suddenly a badminton fell from the sky and fell lightly in front of him.

He was slightly stunned, looked at it for a while, reached out and picked it up without any haste, raised his eyes, and stood a slender girl not far away.

Walk quietly to a place some distance from him and calm down for a while.

He pointed to the badminton in his hand and whispered: "My."

An Jing hoped that he would throw the badminton over, so she glanced timidly at the other side of the basketball stand, afraid that someone would hit her.

When playing badminton, you should exercise well.

Chen Shu had a faint smile on his lips, lowered his eyes and played with the badminton in his hand for a while, and for a moment, his eyes looked at the thin girl.

He said casually: "Come here and get it."

His tone was heavy, slowly, carefully listening, and a little smile.

Yin Jing pursed her lips and her cheeks bulged, but she didn't say anything.

She slowly dazed in front of him and tried to stay away from the basketball stand.

Chen Shu realized that she seemed to be afraid of basketball. He casually glanced at the few people who were sweating profusely.

He whispered: "Don't worry, they can't hit you."

Yin Jing pursed her lips, nodded slightly, stretched out her hand, and spread her palm to him.

He said softly: "Badminton."

With a slender and tender palm in front of her, Chen Shu glanced at her and didn't give her any.

His eyelids lifted up and he looked at her leisurely.

An Jing's eyes were originally focused on badminton, but when he saw that he had not moved for a long time, he raised his eyes and was slightly stunned, and his eyes hit him unbiasedly.

His eyes covered by his baseball cap are very beautiful, as dark as ink and as quiet as a tale, and he is staring at her motionlessly.

He supported himself on the ground with one hand and threw badminton leisurely with the other hand.

Very leisurely.

Why don't you give it to her?

An Jing finally felt a little anxious. Her expression changed on her white face and her brows frowned. Ji Yuan was still waiting for her behind her. Her unstable hair stranded behind her ears and leaned forward to grab a badminton.

Before she could move, Chen Shu took the lead in lowering his eyes, curled up the corners of his mouth, laughed in a low voice, looking very pleasant, elegant and handsome, with light in his eyes.

Quiet and unclear.

What are you laughing at?
To be continued...