south wind into my arms

Chapter 10

After Xu Zhiyao finished running, he felt that the end of the world was nothing more than that.He squatted down to take a rest, but Nanfeng picked him up directly, "Don't squat down, get up and take a few steps."

He has great strength, Xu Zhiyao has no doubt that he can lift him up with one hand.

After all, he is a professional tennis player, and his arm strength is not covered.

Xu Zhiyao felt like a lamb at the mercy of others, which was seriously inconsistent with his long-standing dominance in the tennis club.So he was a little sad and not in a good mood.

However, Coach Nan became more and more amiable. He said, "Young man is not bad, he knows how to train himself."

Xu Zhiyao was like a dazed alpaca, "Jiajiajia, practice more?"

"That's right," Lu Sheng also interjected, "Xu Zhiyao, you actually ran ten extra laps today, it's really impressive, that..." She scratched her head at this point, trying to remember how to say that idiom.

Nanfeng helped her and said, "I am very impressed."

"Yes, I am impressed!"

The two sang together, Xu Zhiyao quit: "What do you mean? How could I run ten extra laps? Oh my god..."

Nanfeng ignored it.He handed the racket to Lu Sheng, "Let's go, let me see your level."

The two walked towards the court with their rackets, leaving Xu Zhiyao alone to look at their backs and stretch out his hand weakly: "Don't go, speak clearly..."

When Lu Sheng walked onto the court, she became tense unconsciously. She walked apart, squatted down slightly, held the racket tightly with both hands, and stared at Nanfeng opposite.

The sun gradually sank, and the sunlight was dyed a faint red, becoming gorgeous and warm.On the grass-green acrylic hard tennis court, Nanfeng stands with his racket, bathed in golden-red sunlight, like a tall and beautiful kapok tree.

He threw the tennis ball on the ground, and patted the fluffy ball lightly with the racket, with a very leisurely expression.He raised his eyes and saw Lu Sheng facing a formidable enemy, he felt a little funny, "You don't need to be nervous."

"Ah."

"The posture of preparation is completely correct."

Lu Sheng unconsciously licked her lips. She was a little happy but embarrassed.

Nanfeng sent the tennis ball in front of Lu Sheng with a very low speed, and Lu Sheng caught it smoothly, swish—he slapped it back heavily.

As for the children's return balls, Nanfeng can catch them with his eyes closed.He deliberately controlled the strength and the landing point of the ball, and sent every ball to Lu Sheng smoothly.When Lu Sheng hit back, he was very hard, trying his best for every ball.

After several rounds, Nan Feng stopped and asked Lu Sheng, "Aren't you tired?"

"Not tired."

He looked at her flushed face and sweaty forehead, shook his head and said, "It's no wonder you're not tired."

Lu Sheng pursed her lips. She was embarrassed to tell him that she was afraid that she could not beat him well.

Nanfeng said, "There is a problem with your hitting action just now. When you turn around, your torso drives your body to turn. You can't put all the burden on your arms. When you hit the ball, the net surface should always be perpendicular to the ground, not inward or outward. Leaning out. In addition, you don’t need to work hard on the hitting power at this stage, first maintain the continuity of returning the ball, save some effort and take it slowly.”

As he spoke, Lu Sheng nodded.

Then Nanfeng played a few more balls with her, but Lu Sheng still couldn't correct it - some mistakes were instinctive, and by the time she realized it, it was already too late.

Lu Sheng was a little frustrated, "I'm too stupid."

Nanfeng asked, "How long have you studied?"

"Three months."

"It took three months to learn this level, which is a bit slow."

Xu Zhiyao said from the side, "In fact, she only studied for a month, and then the coach ran away."

Do you still have this?

Nanfeng gave up sparring and walked over to teach Lu Sheng how to break down the moves. After teaching him a few times, he asked Lu Sheng to practice the moves by himself, and then summoned Xu Zhiyao to play.

Xu Zhiyao has been studying for more than two years, and he is much more proficient in playing than Lu Sheng. Nanfeng's non-aggressive sparring is a child's play in Xu Zhiyao's eyes, and he plays very relaxed.

After playing for several rounds, Nanfeng found that Xu Zhiyao had a good sense of the ball, the movements of all parts of his body were coordinated, and the power chain was very smooth. The only fly in the ointment was that his hitting power was a bit vain.

"Haven't you had enough to eat?" Nanfeng asked.

Xu Zhiyao said angrily, "I ran 62 laps just now!"

He's still brooding.

Nanfeng silently increased his hitting power. Faced with the sudden increase in the speed of the ball, Xu Zhiyao was a little caught off guard and flustered, but he managed to return the ball.

Nan Feng didn't fight back, he raised his hand lightly, and the high-speed flying ball plunged into his palm like a docile bird.

Xu Zhiyao opened his mouth in surprise.

Nanfeng: "From your expression, we can guess that your previous coach was a little average."

Xu Zhiyao really wanted to refute a few words, but he had to give in.Nan Feng hung down his racket, walked over and asked him, "You swung your wrist just now, did you feel it?"

Xu Zhiyao was dumbfounded like an alpaca again, "What is a wrist swing?"

"..." Nanfeng grabbed his right hand, squeezed his wrist lightly with his thumb, and asked, "Is there any injury here? Is there any discomfort?" After finishing speaking, he carefully looked at Xu Zhiyao's arm , I have practiced tennis for two years, and I still have thin arms and legs. It is hard to imagine how lazy this guy is usually.

Xu Zhiyao shook his head, "No."

Nan Feng nodded, and said his guess: "Probably because you are too lazy and have less training."

Xu Zhiyao:
Then Nanfeng went down and asked Lu Sheng to fight Xu Zhiyao.The two children played quite well, Nan Feng watched from the side, and immediately pointed out the mistakes in Lu Sheng's movements, and Lu Sheng corrected them quickly.Nan Feng nodded secretly, if she really only learned that birdy form in three months, then it is unimaginable what their last coach will be like.

While instructing Lu Sheng, Nan Feng glanced at Xu Zhiyao.At this time, Xu Zhiyao didn't shake his wrist anymore, as if the slight arc of his wrist when he returned the ball vigorously just now was just Nan Feng's illusion.

They fought like this for a while, until the south wind called to stop.

The sun has already disappeared below the horizon, leaving only a glowing red sky, and the cool breeze in the evening makes people feel comfortable all over.Nanfeng asked the two of them to do some recovery activities, and then announced that today's training was over, and they could take a break to eat.

Lu Sheng quickly ran to the sidelines and bent over to pick up the scattered tennis balls, like a cheerful little pony.Xu Zhiyao was like a lazy donkey, he found a place to squat, and shouted, "I'm exhausted today..."

Nan Feng almost thought that he was dazzled, this kid just squatted carelessly and let Lu Sheng pick up the ball by himself?And judging from the tacit reaction of the two, they were not like this on the first day.

Nan Feng couldn't stand it anymore, "Xu Zhiyao, get up and pick up the ball with Lu Sheng."

Xu Zhiyao had plausible words: "She picks up the ball, I treat her to eat chicken legs... right Lu Sheng?"

A slightly immature female voice came from the sidelines, clear and full of air: "Yeah!"

Nanfeng was so angry and funny, he raised his voice and said to Lu Sheng, "Lu Sheng, I invite you to eat chicken legs instead of picking up the ball."

"Ah good."

Then Lu Sheng stood beside Nanfeng, and the two of them watched Xu Zhiyao pick up the ball leisurely.Xu Zhiyao complained, but Nanfeng turned a deaf ear to it, and suddenly looked down at Lu Sheng, and said, "You picked up the ball with your left hand just now."

Not interrogative sentences, but declarative sentences.

Lu Sheng tilted his head to recall, nodded and said, "Yes."

Nan Feng thought it was quite interesting, and asked again, "Are you left-handed?"

Are left-handers a problem?She was a little worried, so she glanced at him carefully, and found that he had no expression on his face, just looking at her quietly.As the sky gradually dimmed, his eyes looked like the Chang Gung star lit up early.She couldn't figure out his preferences, so she had to think about it, and answered truthfully, "It was when I was young, but I changed it later."

"Huh? How did you change it?"

"When I go to school to write, the teacher stipulates that I must use my right hand."

"Now? Which one do you think is more powerful, the left hand or the right hand? More flexible?"

"It's all... about the same." Lu Sheng was not very sure.

Nan Feng pondered for a long while, a little inconceivable, "You have been studying here for a month, and the coach didn't find out that you are left-handed?"

"No."

"Where did that coach go after that?"

"He went to the elite online school. Teacher Ding said that the elite online school spent a lot of money to recruit him."

What kind of idiot is willing to spend a lot of money to find another idiot... Nanfeng really can't figure it out.

(End of this chapter)