32Come on, wife

32Come on, wife

At the beginning, Meixia used a strong offensive to score three points. Jiaming gritted her teeth and used her special move to catch up to two points. However, from the overall situation, she was still weak.

"I heard that Mixia has hired a professional tennis coach from outside. She will practice in seclusion after class and her strength will be greatly improved. You should be careful."

"Actually, I was not expecting you to win Xiaohezi, and I was even more surprised by Mixia. Her morale is very high and she is more positive than you."

"Aren't you going to participate in some tennis league? Without good physical fitness, you won't be able to play the entire game."

Xu Ziqing's words, Beichuan's words, and even Xia Yang's words all echoed in Jiaming's mind. Only then did she realize that winning does not depend on talent or luck, but on hard work and hard work.

Before the finals, she really just had a fun mentality. If she hadn't been angered by Mixia before playing, she always felt that winning or losing was not important at all.

In the exclusive viewing room, Xia Yang slapped the table angrily, "What's going on? The girl is not in her best condition."

"Oh, this ball shouldn't have been thrown!" He was so excited when he saw it.

Sato sat next to him, and he was so anxious that he said, "Come on, Su Jiaming."

In the first game, Jiaming lost.

"Swap venues!" the referee instructed.

Jiaming was breathing heavily. She had played three rounds with Xiaohezi in the morning, which had consumed all her energy. She couldn't recover much after eating lunch. She was still arguing with Xu Ziqing. She was very tired. She was really tired. She couldn't even lift her legs to walk.

Legs are weak.

Suddenly, Xia Yang's tall figure appeared in front of her. She didn't know where he appeared from, but he just stood in front of her.

Xia Yang looked at the score and saw the tired look on Jiaming's face, and he knew what was going on.

When Jiaming saw Xia Yang, she felt extremely happy, but she felt very embarrassed at the same time.

"You're here, haha."

"Why are you giggling? Look at how frustrated you are. I really can't help but scold you."

"I……"

"What are you doing? Cheer up. I'm here to see you win."

"Huh?" Jiaming looked at the man in front of her in surprise, "You came here specifically to see me play?"

"What the hell, I think your mind has gone astray." Xia Yang lowered his head and looked at her closely, and said seriously, "Su Jiaming, cheer up, or you will look good when I get home."

"Yes!" Jiaming snickered, she knew that Xia Yang actually cared about her very much.

The referee blew the whistle, "Time's up, gather."

Xia Yang patted Jiaming's shoulder and whispered: "Come on, wife."

Come on, wife... Jiaming avoided his gaze shyly, and no matter how hard she endured it, she couldn't help the smile leaking from the corner of her mouth.

At the beginning, Jiaming took the yellow ball, thinking about the action of cutting noodles with a knife, and threw it up, and hit it with a "whoosh".

Haha, it's spinning around, the ball is spinning, this is a spin serve.

Meixia had never encountered such a ball before. Seeing the ball coming towards the middle, when she swung the racket, the tennis ball went to the left without even touching it. She felt incredible.

Yeah, score! There was a burst of cheers from the audience. Jiaming looked back at Xia Yang behind her. He was raising his thumb to praise her. She became proud and smiled in her heart. Thank you, husband.

Several times in a row, Jiaming directly served and scored, which made Xia Yang so excited that he clapped his hands repeatedly and said, "Good shot, girl, great!"

Beichuan looked at Su Jiaming infatuatedly. Her every move and smile, every move and every movement, deeply touched his nerves. He had never met such a girl who could regard the competition as entertainment, but at the same time

She would never give up the fight. Every swing of her racket was so crisp and clean. She kept running and jumping, and she would never give up on every ball no matter how tired she was.

The situation was reversed, and Su Jiaming won the second game.

Xu Ziqing shouted in the audience: "Long live Jiaming, long live Jiaming."

However, Jiaming did not jump up as expected. She was so tired that her feet were shaking as she walked, as if she was about to fall down next step.

If you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer a lot. If you had known better, you should have listened to Xia Yang and exercised well and insisted on running in the morning. Good physical fitness is the way to go.

Looking up at the opposite side, Meixia's coach was gesticulating and saying something. Meixia was not panicked at all after losing a game. She didn't even sit down and kept discussing with the coach.

"Su Jiaming," Xia Yang called her, "can you still fight?"

Jiaming walked slowly, "I can't even walk."

Xia Yang helped her sit in the rest area, and kept patting her thighs to help her relax, "It was a good fight, and it's honorable to lose."

Jiaming blinked her big eyes, "Really? Are you very disappointed?"

Xia Yang reached out and hit her on the forehead again, "Don't think about the consequences."

Jiaming couldn't help laughing, "Well, I'll do my best."

In the third game, Meixia had readjusted her tactics. She was not in a hurry to attack. She listened to the coach's instructions and started a tug-of-war. Jiaming's weakness gradually became apparent, her speed slowed down, and her smashes became weak. Despite this,

, but the score is still very tight.

Maybe most people only pay attention to the score, but Xia Yang knows very well. In fact, the result is already obvious. The comprehensive strength of Mei Xia is indeed better than Jiaming. She can definitely end the game with offense and win the championship. But others are not in a hurry and are slow.

Slow grinding. Of course, whether it's a quick decision or a tug-of-war, this is everyone's right.

Xia Yang looked at Jiaming on the court, completely in a passive state. In fact, Jiaming could give up chasing the ball. She was exhausted. But the more times like this, the stronger this girl's determination to refuse to admit defeat becomes.

, with only a little hope, he tried his best to save the ball.

Xia Yang looked at his watch. It had been more than an hour since the last show, and it was almost five o'clock.

The students in the audience cheered less enthusiastically than before. They were tired of shouting.

The match lasted longer and longer, and Meixia's physical strength was depleted very quickly. It would not be good for her to drag it on any longer. Seeing the tennis ball flying towards her, she seized the opportunity to hit it hard and aimed it towards the left side.

The ball was too fast and too deflected. Even if Jiaming tried her best to pounce, she could not save it. The racket hit the ball, but she could no longer grasp the direction of the ball, and she fell heavily to the ground.

The whistle sounded to stop the game, and the referee announced that Meixia had won. The audience burst into warm applause. This game, no matter who lost or won, was a wonderful contest.

Xia Yang ran up to help her, "Jia Ming, you didn't fall, did you?" Seeing her fall down and not get up, he was very worried.

Jiaming raised a bright smile, stretched out her hand to wipe the sweat under her nose, shook her head, and gasped, "It's okay, I'm just too tired. It's finally over, grandma." She couldn't help but say something.

Rude words, exhausted.

Xia Yang glared at her, then laughed with her, "Then you have to get up. Isn't it embarrassing to sit on the ground?"

"Oh, okay, just support me."

"Don't worry, I won't let you go."

The tennis league has come to an end. Everyone disperses and evacuates. The gym has been buzzing for a day, and finally the quiet moment comes.

Xia Yang carried Jiaming on her back, with her backpack and clothes hanging on her wrists. She looked down at Jiaming's bruised knees and asked, "Is your knee okay? Do you want to go to the hospital for an X-ray?"

Jiaming slumped on his back unceremoniously. She really didn't want to move at all. She didn't even bother to open her eyelids. "What kind of X-ray are you taking? It's okay." Even if the hospital is yours, you won't bring it.

Those who take X-rays like this are all radiation, radiation, uncle.

Seeing her weak look, Xia Yang suddenly felt guilty and said: "Su Jiaming, you won the runner-up after all, do you want to help you celebrate?"

"Thank you for your kindness. There is no need to celebrate. I just want to sleep for three days and three nights." But when she thought about having to go to class tomorrow, her mind was filled with the idea of ​​skipping class. "By the way, I have an English class tomorrow afternoon.

Can you make it? Just think of it as a celebration."

"That's not possible. Why don't you go to English class? You have to learn English well."

"I can live well without learning English, so why should I learn it?"

Xia Yang began to lecture seriously: "English is the most basic. If you go abroad in the future, how will you go abroad if you don't know English? Communication will be a problem."

"At least I can speak Japanese. I won't go to other countries."

Xia Yang pinched her butt and said forcefully: "You must learn English well. If you don't learn English well, I won't give you a diploma."

"Oh." Jiaming winced, "Why? The school doesn't have such a rule."

"What I ask for is non-negotiable."

Jiaming frowned, with a bitter look on her face, "So overbearing..."

Xia Yang pinched her butt again, and she quickly begged for mercy, "Okay, okay, I won't skip class. Don't pinch me."

At the entrance of the gymnasium, Beichuan stopped blankly and looked at the scene in front of him. That man really looked like Xia Yang.

The setting sun gradually disappeared, illuminating the whole school as if it were shrouded in a layer of golden light. Both sides of the campus road were piled with fallen leaves. The autumn wind blew up and picked up the fallen leaves, making a rustling sound.

Xia Yang was carrying Jiaming on his back, and Jiaming was hugging his neck tightly, with his feet dangling weakly. Under the setting sun, their backs were very long.

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After opening the door and entering the house, Xia Yang walked to the sofa and gently placed Jiaming on the sofa. Jiaming suddenly woke up, but she was very hungry, "Hey, we're home, let's order takeout."

"

Xia Yang took off his suit, loosened his tie, and said, "You just know how to eat."

"Hee hee, people are like iron rice or steel. If you don't eat one meal, you will be hungry."

Xia Yang shook his head, dialed the takeout number, and ordered several dishes, "Well, the same place, deliver it quickly, just leave it at the door."

Jiaming looked at him with a smile. He seemed to have become more handsome and his temper had improved.

Xia Yang touched her head and said, "Go and take a shower. The smell of sweat is all over me."

"Yes!" Jiaming shouted happily and briskly.

She stood up staggeringly, but after taking a step, her legs fell softly, "Oh my god..." She instinctively hugged Xia Yang in front of her.

Xia Yang's body trembled. Su Jiaming was grabbing his buttocks with both hands. She caught him back. Not to mention, the key was that her face was stuck between his legs. Ahem,

It happens to be his lifeblood.

Jiaming realized something was wrong and quickly stood up with strength, "Haha, my feet are weak..." As she said this, she arched her body, put her hands on her thighs, and quickly ran towards the bathroom.

Xia Yang took a deep breath to adjust his heartbeat and slowly suppress the rising blood. However, no matter how much he suppressed, he could not suppress the restlessness in his heart.
Chapter completed!