[BL] After chasing his wife in the crematorium [REBIRTH]

Chapter 5

Tan Feizhou couldn't believe it, but Fang Ling agreed to it just like that.

The other party reassured him, but how could he be relieved!

They are all like that bird, and they gamble with others, isn't this embarrassing themselves?

Tan Feizhou winked at Fang Ling, full of hints, "Fang Xiaoling, you told me this morning that you had a bad stomach, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Fang Ling went to pick up the racket, "It's not uncomfortable."

Tan Feizhou: "..."

Fang Ling took the racket, and Ji Qingping did the same.

In badminton, there are 21 points per game. If only one game is played, whoever gets all 21 points first wins.

The matchmaker Mole was eager to try, "I'll be the referee!"

Tan Feizhou rolled his eyes, don't think he doesn't know, being so active as the referee is not because he wants to count points.

Ji Qingping raised the corner of his mouth, "Jiang Biao, why don't you be the referee with him, you will count my points, and he will count Fang Ling's points."

Jiang Biao is the name of the boy with the matchmaker mole.

Tan Feizhou ground his teeth.

Damn, why is the monitor of the class next door so annoying today?

"Okay!" Jiang Biao responded immediately, and turned to Tan Feizhou with a provocative smile, "Some people, be careful that you won't even have a chance to speak after the whole game." Tan Feizhou was angry

.

Fang Ling's eyes were light, "Come on, will you serve first or I will serve first?"

Ji Qingping said generously, "You come first." The

badminton serve is staggered and there is a white line in the middle of the court. However, in the side half, it is considered a kick-off error and a point will be lost.

In a regular game, the ball cannot be dropped at the kick-off, and the ball can only be held in the hand.

Jiang Biao saw that Fang Ling's posture was correct, curled his lips, and swallowed back the words he had prepared.

kick off--!

Under the impact of the racket, the shuttlecock drew a beautiful parabola. The ball was powerful and passed directly over Ji Qingping.

The field in singles is narrower than that in doubles. Ji Qingping thought the ball would go out of bounds, so he didn't catch it.

As a result, looking back, the ball landed about a centimeter away from the boundary.

Everyone was stunned.

"Fang Ling scored a point!!" Tan Feizhou beamed with joy.

That's fine, it's enough to have a one-point guarantee, at least you don't need to eat zero eggs!

Jiang Biao didn't care, "It's just luck, do you think he will have such good luck for every next ball?"

Ji Qingping thought so too, but he smiled and said nothing.

After two servings and one change, Fang Ling had to serve one more serve before changing to Ji Qingping.

Ji Qingping made a misjudgment last time, but this time he obviously learned his lesson. Regardless of Fang Ling's kickoff going out of bounds, he chose to catch it.

This time Fang Ling's serve was slightly lower, and Ji Qingping had no way to smash it, so he could only try to hit a deflection angle.

Fang Ling caught the ball and lobbed a tennis ball for him. Ji Qingping tried to follow the net, but in a hurry, his swing was not strong enough, and the ball couldn't pass the net.

Tan Feizhou held his breath from the moment he started, and now seeing Fang Ling scoring another point, he applauded frantically, "Beautiful! Fang Ling scored two points!!" If the

first time just now was dribbling, then the second time How many balls can tell some skills.

Tan Feizhou clicked his tongue twice.

It's really good, did Fang Xiaoling secretly practice?

Ji Qingping looked at Fang Ling in a different way at this time, and the contempt in his eyes was completely gone.

He underestimated the enemy.

However, the following developments let Ji Qingping know that he didn't underestimate the enemy, but...he couldn't beat it!

Can't beat it at all, no matter where the right to serve is, the opponent can always hit a very tricky place.

It's not the pressure, it's the terrifying front of the net, or it's a powerful smash.

Falling behind by one point, the opponent continued to score, but Jiang Biao, who was in charge of calling him points, was completely misfired, as quiet as a chicken.

Tan Feizhou was completely excited at the moment, he didn't care if it hurt or not, he slapped his palms loudly.

"Okay, another point, 15:0, today's Fang Xiaoling is the best!!" "

Another point, 16:0!! Well done, Fang Xiaoling, your father packed lunch for you today!"

Tan Feizhou said in a loud voice Not small, he was there as if he had drunk medicine, not to mention the badminton court next to him, even the basketball court in the distance, there were people looking at him because of his yelling.

Gradually, some people moved closer to this side, including those from Class 9 and Class 10.

"I can't tell, Fang Ling has hidden such a powerful skill~" "

Hey, this is called being a real person without showing your appearance, showing your appearance without being a real person." "

Hey, it seems that your squad leader can't do it."

"Nonsense! Our squad leader will come from behind Yes!!"

During adolescence, the collective sense of honor is a very wonderful thing,

even many people in Class 9 know Ji Qingping, and even because he has a good relationship with Zhao Shun, they can occasionally chat for a while. But once this match is linked with the class, an invisible Chu River and Han World will be born in an instant.

Class 9 has one camp, Class 10 has another camp.

Fang Ling scored another point.

He played every ball very skillfully, and he was not boring at all. Slowly, more and more people watched.

After Tan Feizhou reported the score loudly, he squinted at Jiang Biao, looking like a villain, "Some people are really prophets, why do they know so well that after the whole game, they don't even have the chance to speak?" None~"

Jiang Biao: "..."

18:0

19:0

20:0

Fang Ling got the game point.

Ji Qingping was out of breath, his expression could no longer be described as stiff.

If the score is 21:0, it will be really ugly.

As if he knew what Ji Qingping was thinking, the boy standing opposite smiled slightly, bumped the ball with his racket, let the badminton hit the ground in front of him, and then smiled and said: "This one counts as my loss, now 20:1 ."

Tan Feizhou opened his mouth into an O shape.

Is this so arrogant?

The boy with the racket calmly accepts the gazes from all directions.

His skin is very fair, and he sweated a little during the game just now, but he still seems to be able to handle it with ease. He is obviously a little fat, and there are a few chickenpox on his face that haven't completely disappeared, but under that smile, he is very happy. It is elegant and gentle, which makes people unable to take their eyes off.

The last ball, unexpectedly but not unexpectedly, Fang Ling scored the point.

21:1

The end of the game.

Fang Ling's eyebrows were gentle, "Give it up."

Ji Qingping is only eighteen years old now, and he can't completely hide his emotions, so the expression on his face is not good-looking.

For the first time, he felt aggrieved, and it was even more embarrassing when there were so many people watching.

After sweeping his gaze, Ji Qingping squinted his eyes when he saw a tall figure on the sidelines, then walked over with a smile, "Ah Shun, your classmate is really good at golf, why don't you come and play with him." Zhao Shun

came At that time, the game had reached 19:0, he only watched two or three goals, and the game was over.

To be honest, Zhao Shun felt that Fang Ling played well, and he was aroused.

Now as soon as Ji Qingping called him, Zhao Shun quickly responded, "Okay, let me do it."

Tan Feizhou was about to say that Fang Ling was going back to the classroom to study, so he should stop calling, who knew he hadn't said anything yet, The boy with the racket in the field nodded, "Yes, as long as you don't regret it later."

The voice was very gentle, but for some reason, Tan Feizhou felt chilly.

He immediately turned off the mic.

Zhao Shun took the racket from Ji Qingping and walked to the half court where he was standing before.

Fang Ling threw the ball over, "I'll let you tee off first."

Zhao Shun raised his eyebrows, "So arrogant?"

Fang Ling smiled without saying a word.

Zhao Shun is very famous in school, not to mention his family is famously rich, he is very handsome, he usually spends money generously, and he also shows brotherly loyalty.

Whenever he plays basketball, there are quite a few onlookers.

Boys learn technology, girls look at handsome guys.

Now Zhao Shun is going to play badminton, and a large crowd of onlookers has arrived.

Game start!

Zhao Shun kicked off the ball. He played the first ball very casually and did not pick a tricky angle. Ji Qingping outside the arena suddenly shouted: "Come on ,

Ah Shun!"

Zhao Shun took the time to look outside the arena, "Okay, just watch, I'll find you back!"

Shun hit the backcourt and made him rush to the backcourt.

The ball looked like it was going out of bounds.

Zhao Shun hesitated for a while whether to catch it, but with this hesitation, the ball fell to the ground.

When the pressure line landed, Fang Ling scored a point.

Tan Feizhou was stunned, and then reported the number, "1:0."

The first ball seemed to be a lucky ball, and many people, including Zhao Shun, thought so.

However, the following ball after ball made the expressions of all the onlookers gradually change.

1:0

13:0

Since the opening, Zhao Shun has not stopped running around.

He is like a husky who is attracted by meat and bones. When he sees that the meat and bones are going to fall somewhere, he wags his tail and rushes over, running so that his school uniform is wet.

But the result is that you can't eat meat and bones, either it is always a little bit worse, or your judgment is wrong.

On the other hand, Fang Ling, who was separated from Zhao Shun by the same ball net, looked calm and leisurely, even though his forehead was wet, like a confident strategist.

Some girls gathered together and whispered: "My God, I actually think Fang Ling is a bit handsome. Has my aesthetic changed?

" It's a bit over the top, but if you look carefully, Fang Ling's face is actually very beautiful. If he can lose weight and the chickenpox on his face disappear, he will definitely be a handsome guy!

" Really."

14:0

20:0

At the moment when the eyes of the onlookers were about to pop out, Fang Ling got the game point.

The last time Fang Ling got the game point, he bounced the ball on the ground and gave Ji Qingping a ball directly.

Now it fell to Zhao Shun, Fang Ling smiled, did not throw the ball on the ground, and kicked off directly.

The ball was aggressive, and it didn't touch the gentleness of the kicker.

Finally won at 21:0.

Zhao Shun: "..."

Not only did he lose, but he also took a duck egg back, which was even worse than Ji Qingping.

And Ji Qingping still cheered for Zhao Shun at the beginning of the game, but as he fell behind by one point, as the whole field fell silent, he stopped cheering.

The arena fell silent.

Both eyes looked at Fang Ling and Zhao Shun in the field.

Fang Ling walked outside the field without anyone else, stuffed the racket into Tan Feizhou's arms, and then looked at Zhao Shun who was still on the field in a daze.

He frowned, as if there was a sparkling lake hidden in his eyes, "They are all in his own class, and they are not outsiders. I don't think I need those face-saving efforts."

Tan Feizhou scratched his head.

So that's why it's 21:0?

But there seems to be something wrong, in short, it is weird.

Zhao Shun stared at Fang Ling without blinking, and said "fuck" in a low voice after a long time.

Damn it, he actually thinks Fang Ling, a bookworm, is a little bit handsome.

The author has something to say:

Xiao Zhao: (frowning in thought.jpg)

Old Zhao: My wife abused me thousands of times, and I treat my wife like first love.

Tie Zhu: I would like to call it my old man's aura.

Fang Ling: Hello!