Chapter 102: Only I Have My Own Law Chapter 102 Liu Xinyu's Performance

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Fei'er did not know Liu Xinyu, but instinctively sensed a threat, so she moved closer to Chen Yi again, her voice clear as she said, "Let's play ball."

"If you don't mind, may I join?" Liu Xinyu's tone was round and smooth, full of tempting moisture.

"You play tennis too?" Chen Yi looked at Liu Xinyu's twin peaks on her chest with ill intent.

The force they exerted when moving must be great.

Those who are not strong in sports shall not prop them up.

Liu Xinyu let out a "hmph," glared at him unhappily, and said, "Don't dare?"

Fei'er, like someone guarding food, jumped in front and said, "Chen Yi, our game isn't over yet."

"That's true." Chen Yi glanced at Liu Xinyu and decided to still play with Fei'er, lest he fall into some trap.

Liu Xinyu waved her racket unmoved and said with a smile, "Then I'll wait for you to finish one game."

"Fei'er hates women who wear heavy makeup. You'd better be careful not to sweat your makeup off." Fei'er said, hopping and jumping toward the front court, the little white rabbits on her chest also hopping and jumping, like three white rabbit sisters.

No matter how powerful the attack, Liu Xinyu didn't take it seriously, but one sentence from Fei'er ignited her true fire.

In that instant, Liu Xinyu roared with all her might: "This young lady never wears makeup."

"Hehe." Fei'er made a face and shouted, "Chen Yi, I'm serving."

The two played one by one, no longer paying attention to Liu Xinyu.

Chen Yi secretly felt relieved in his heart. Ever since meeting this surnamed Liu bitch, she had always taken the initiative. Today, although there was no substantial benefit, being able to make others unhappy could highlight his own refreshment.

Their game became more and more in sync.

After one match, nearly two hours had passed. Not only was Liu Xinyu's feet sore from waiting, but everyone else had long stopped.

Ren Yuan was talking with Liang Yu, looking like ordinary friends. Obviously, classmate Ren, who had put in great effort, had basically completed the first step of his ambition at school.

Luo Xiaoshan was drinking water vigorously, while incidentally chatting hard with his new opponent. The effect was average, but his mood was very good.

Chen Yi had long been used to continuous training. He drank some water and recovered as before.

Liu Xinyu said with high fighting spirit: "The two of us will play."

"I'm tired." Chen Yi was too lazy to play another game with her.

"If you win, I can help you solve a problem." Liu Xinyu had figured out Chen Yi's temperament, then added, "You have one right now."

"Oh?"

"The advanced mathematics teacher hasn't noticed you in the past three roll calls." Liu Xinyu raised her finger like a white scallion and shook it, saying, "So this subject might be a fail."

Chen Yi let out a "hmph" and said, "Don't imitate little girls acting cute."

He pointed at Fei'er and said, "She is at least ten years younger than you."

"Where are there so many?" Liu Xinyu was like a volleyball rack that had its tail stepped on, jumping up with the volleyball.

At the same time Liu Xinyu changed her expression, Chen Yi added: "The advanced mathematics teacher's level is too poor. I will talk to him later, so no need for you to trouble yourself."

He had a Level 4 Intelligence Scroll by his side. The advanced mathematics learned by freshmen not majoring in mathematics was truly pitifully little. With two days, he could master it all.

"What about other subjects? Not just exams, but later there will be big meetings and small meetings, various school celebration activities, chorus, speech contests, English corners, cleaning, volunteering to teach cats and feed dogs. You can't always escape, can you?" Liu Xinyu had been a counselor for one month and knew quite a lot.

Chen Yi was speechless for a moment.

Luo Xiaoshan couldn't help but laugh loudly, saying, "A Yi, she wants to play with you, so just play. What's wrong with that? Could it be that we're by your side and you're shy?"

Considering he was still a freshman, if he had been influenced at school for another two years, he would be making more direct jokes by now.

Liu Xinyu went to the front court without a word, preparing to serve.

She didn't want to continue this topic endlessly.

Chen Yi moved his arms and shouted, "Just ten balls, then we go back for dinner."

"Just ten." Liu Xinyu nodded.

Others gathered around eagerly, preparing to watch the beauty hit the ball.

Only saw Liu Xinyu first pull her upper clothing close, tying a knot behind her back, then tossing the ball high up.

Needless to say, the shape of her chest now was completely exposed.

Ren Yuan murmured in a low voice: "Eager to burst forth, unwilling to be lonely, upright and full, full of tension, wonderful!"

From over ten meters away, Liu Xinyu looked over viciously.

Ren Yuan shivered all over, and saw the tennis ball coming straight toward his nose bridge.

Then came the sound of rubber rubbing against skin, and a burning pain.

"Too ruthless." Luo Xiaoshan bent over to look at Ren Yuan, using only one eye.

Just like being hit by an iron ball.

Nose, eye tears, and blood all flowed out together.

Liu Xinyu raised her head arrogantly and said, "Count it as my one mistake."

Precise and ruthless, everyone fell silent at once.

Chen Yi smacked his lips, looked left and right, felt it was an internal excitement of dog-biting-dog style, and decided not to intervene.

Liu Xinyu let out a "wei," shook her twin peaks again, and hit an outside spin ball.

Rotating at the same time were everyone's eyeballs.

The violently trembling ** up and down, and the cleavage constantly increasing in depth and decreasing in area, were all much better looking than that nosebleed man.

The ball's speed was around 130 kilometers, considered excellent among amateur players, but the angle was very tricky.

Chen Yi ran flat out all the way to the far right side of the court, only just managing to reach the ball with the very front end of the racket face.

Liang Yu shouted excitedly from outside the court, "Good shot."

Whatever. He showed off again to everyone, "See that? That racket was a gift from me. Aerospace materials, wide-face power holes made of ultra-rigid carbon fiber, sweet spot bigger than a face, the entire upper half."

The so-called sweet spot is the racket's effective hitting zone. This part is also where the racket's elasticity is greatest; the usual requirement is that it can feed back over 40% of the power.

In the early days of tennis, wooden rackets had very small sweet spots, so players had to devote more energy to accurate hitting rather than powerful swings, because if the ball didn't hit the sweet spot, not only would power weaken, it would also deviate from the intended return angle.

Entering the 80s, rapidly developing science and technology brought tennis players larger and larger sweet spots; the best rackets could almost guarantee the entire upper half of the frame was sweet spot — sickeningly sweet rackets that let players hit with greater force without worrying about insufficient feedback wasting opportunities.

In specialty shops, the main reason rackets worth thousands or even hundreds of thousands are so expensive is mostly the size of the sweet spot.

Luo Xiaoshan also held a racket trying out swinging motions, and said regretfully, "A Yi definitely has to pick a large head; if he used a small-head tennis racket now, the speed would definitely be fast enough that the counselor couldn't reach it."

The larger the racket, the larger the sweet spot, the easier to receive serves; the smaller the racket, the sweet spot shrinks accordingly, but there's less resistance when swinging, able to transmit greater force. In an ideal tennis racket, the sweet spot would best cover the entire string bed...

Ren Yuan rubbed his nose and grunted, "Angle too tricky, large head good."

On the court, it indeed looked that way.

Chen Yi moved quickly, hit accurately, then smashed the ball back heavily.

Every time he received a ball it was quite perilous; for anyone else, they likely would have been unable to effectively return it due to insufficient power, but for Chen Yi, such a problem did not exist.

Liu Xinyu's angle tactics rapidly lost their threat, but she didn't seem to show any disappointed expression.

In the first 5 points, Liu Xinyu only got 2.

After switching servers, the match was basically over.

Chen Yi used 4 aces, one-hit kills.

The whole match, the people off the court were more excited than those on it, clapping until their hands were raw.

Only a few fake fans were quite dissatisfied that Chen Yi ended it so fast; such a scene is rarely seen after all.

"One more last one." Liu Xinyu still didn't want to leave the court.

"Then one last one." Chen Yi tossed the ball to Liu Xinyu.

Everyone immediately applauded excitedly.

Fei'er pouted at the sidelines and shouted, "Shameless, careful the saline bag doesn't shake and burst."

Liu Xinyu stumbled.

She had to readjust her mood, brew again; after about ten-odd seconds, she hit an extremely fast flat serve.

Chen Yi sidestepped two steps to the left, hit a backhand.

Liu Xinyu hit it back to the right side again.

Chen Yi moved back over, just barely reaching it.

Liu Xinyu then aimed for the front court.

Her technique was superior to Chen Yi's; after squeezing out all her strength, her explosive power and speed seemed to have risen as well, for a time making Chen Yi run back and forth repeatedly.

During this period, she kept observing his performance.

The latter was slightly puzzled; he'd even used douqi, yet still hadn't gained the upper hand?

Fortunately Liu Xinyu's agile reactions didn't last long, at most two or three minutes, before her speed returned to normal again.

Chen Yi smashed a forehand; the ball bounced once on the ground then flew out.

Final match, victory.

Liu Xinyu's lost expression vanished in a blink; she still smiled as she came to the center, extended her hand, "Played well."

The two palms touched lightly.

After the intense exercise, both their hands still maintained normal temperature.

"You have naturally good genes, shouldn't waste them." Liu Xinyu's tone was still direct, without many curves, "I have a new job to assign you, interested?"

"No."

"You don't even want to ask what it is?"

Chen Yi still shook his head.

Liu Xinyu smiled, handed him a business card, meaningfully said, "You'll need it."

Finished speaking, she left directly.

The guys let out regretful boos.

Ren Yuan covered his busted nose, "Just let her go like that?"

"You want to grab her?" Chen Yi scoffed, "Let's go eat."

So the surrounding students scattered in a rush, the few tennis beauties also prepared to say goodbye.

Only Fei'er, grabbing Chen Yi's arm, used eyes full of stars and said, "Future star, please treat me to a meal at your school."

"You're not from Jiang University?"

"Fei'er is only in 10th grade, two more years before university."

Chen Yi's eyeballs nearly popped out, looked at her incredulously, "Then you're only 16?"

"Turned 16 last month."

"Ren Yuan, you're too much of a beast." Luo Xiaoshan drooled looking at the loli while angrily condemning.

"I hired her through the Tennis Association, won't check archives." Ren Yuan had a face full of grievance, voice louder, nose still hurting badly.

Fei'er held Chen Yi's arm and wouldn't let go, "In two more years I'll be 18, future star, I'll definitely make it into the Master tournament."

In her mind, she kept replaying the happy scene of her winning in the tiebreak.

Chen Yi gave a bitter smile, what does this have to do with that.

School life is always worries mixed in among various joys.

By comparison, countries at war are always pain mixed in among various worries.

Victory is the only weapon that can reduce suffering.

The Holy Qiao People yearn for victory beyond measure.

In the year 11390 of the Shi Li calendar, the Chun Mofashi Zhanduan led by His Excellency the Tenth-level Great Mage began their offensive against the Allied Forces on the Western Front.

This was a milestone offensive. From then on, the Magic Continent gained a new war term — "Unlimited Logistics War".

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