"Which do you want to use a 3,000 racket or a 3,000 racket?" Han Chen asked.

Zhou Mo was stunned for a moment, his eyes were on the racket in Han Chen's hand, and exclaimed: "You have three thousand rackets?"

"What about that?" Han Chen said as he opened his coat with a racket.

Zhou Mo looked at him angrily, "Did you forget what you are doing now? He is in debt and even bought such an expensive racket."

"It's not mine, Liang Dongyan's." Han Chen said.

"..." Zhou Moxin said, it's enough if you don't spend money.

The two went to the locker room to change into light sportswear.

Zhou Mo was a little uncomfortable when she came out of the locker room.

She doesn't exercise much, and she is even less likely to buy sportswear.

The sweatshirt I am wearing now is still in graduate school, and the college sent students to join the team and bought them.

The person in charge of organizing this work at that time specially chose a waist-hugging square-neck T-shirt and hot pants, saying that he wanted to show the beauty of women's sports and youth.

Overall, there is nothing wrong with it, but it fits very well and carefully outlines Zhou Mo's figure.

It’s this hot pants - Zhou Mo hasn’t worn such short pants much.

Since childhood, Zhou Zheng has been in charge of her strictness. When she goes out, no matter whether it is a skirt or pants, she must not exceed her knees.

Of course, there are not so many requirements at home.

Han Chen came out of the locker room and his eyes were instantly attracted by two fair and delicate legs.

Zhou Mo is too white, from top to bottom, white to glow.

"Don't you tie your hair up?" Han Chen reminded.

"Oh, right," Zhou Mo turned around to the locker room again, and her hair was still inside.

Han Chen said behind her: "I'll go to the stadium to wait for you."

Zhou Mo tied his hair and returned to the badminton court.

Han Chenzheng and the wall solo.

He served with his forehand, and the badminton hit the wall and lost most of its elasticity. It was loose when it fell back. He waved his long arm heavily and hit the badminton on the wall, swapping his left and right hands, and hitting each of them a few times.

When he found that Zhou Mo had arrived, he did not wave his racket and reached out to catch the ball.

"Can you serve?" Han Chen walked over.

"No." Zhou Mo answered truthfully.

"Have you learned physical education classes?"

"I haven't attended physical education classes for many years..."

"I was taught by the teacher in high school, but I can't remember it?"

"..." Zhou Mo had no impression of it at all, "Maybe... skipped class."

When she was in high school, she went to the playground to watch others play basketball. The teacher taught badminton, but she really had no impression of it.

"Come here, I'll teach you." Han Chen said.

Zhou Mo approached, Han Chen stood behind her and handed the racket to her. She held the handle of the racket, and Han Chen held her hand with her big hand.

He held the badminton in his other hand, placed it above Zhou Mo, and gestured a few times with his hand holding the racket, "This is a forehand serve."

Then he placed the ball in front of Zhou Mo, "This is a backhand."

He let go, took Zhou Mo to slap and sent the ball out.

"It's quite simple, it doesn't feel difficult," said Zhou Mo.

Han Chen smiled and said nothing, walked to the side of the badminton, hooked it gently, and the badminton was picked up, and he reached out to catch it.

He handed the racket to Zhou Mo and took another one by himself.

"Try playing for two rounds."

Zhou Mo couldn't wait to walk to his other half of the badminton court.

Han Chen first demonstrated the serve to Zhou Mo, and sent a very ordinary backhand ball. The badminton crossed the block. Zhou Mo seized the ball and hit the ball.

Han Chen was a coach and took on several of them in a proper manner.

When Zhou Mo received the ball, she suddenly became ill-intentioned. Seeing that Han Chen had many empty seats on the left, she waved her slap and hit the ball to the left.

Han Chen knew what Zhou Mo wanted to do at a glance, so he returned to defend in time and hit the ball back. Of course, he didn't use much effort.

Seeing that the plan failed, Zhou Mo was distracted for a moment and did not react. She couldn't catch the ball when she crossed the net.

"Be serious." Han Chen said.

Zhou Moxin said, why didn’t she be serious?

This time she changed her forehand serve and used her great strength to send the ball out as if she was venting.

Han Chen reacted quickly, bowed and picked the ball gently, and picked it across the block.

Zhou Mo rushed to the front of the net and swung his slap quickly, but he was slower by half a beat and could not catch it.

Seeing that she couldn't keep up with the rhythm, Han Chen said, "I serve."

He wants to go badminton, just like before, serves backhandedly, in a proper manner.

Zhou Mo learned from his mistakes and did not make any mistakes. He carefully followed Han Chen's ball and practiced his hand.

When it was almost the same, Zhou Mo took the initiative to ask for increased difficulty.

Han Chen: "Then I'll add some strength."

Zhou Mozao was hot and gasped. Seeing that Han Chen was like a person who was fine, his face was not red and he didn't pant.

She couldn't help but wonder, "How much effort did you use when you were fighting with your female classmates?"

"You want to give it a try?"

Zhou Mo nodded, "A little curious."

"Stand back," said commander Han Chen.

Zhou Mo took a few steps back.

"Further back." Han Chen said.

Zhou Mo kept retreating.

Han Chen looked at the distance, "Stop, just stand there. Get ready to catch the ball."

Han Chen took a few steps back, and he slightly abandoned the ball, swung his right hand hard, and the ball shot straight towards Zhou Mo's face like a rocket.

Zhou Mo was in a hurry and quickly swung his slap and barely blocked the ball. The strength and angle were completely wrong, and the ball was pulled to the ground by her.

"You are really..." Zhou Mo finally saw Han Chen's ability, "not ruthless at all."

If Han Chen hadn't directed her to stand there just now, she would probably not have even touched the ball that Han Chen sent over.

"It's boring to fight with people who can't fight. Fight quickly and don't want to waste time."

Zhou Mo ran to pick up the ball, "I can't play either, why, do you want to abuse me?"

Han Chen smiled, "Except for you. As long as you are happy, I can give you as much ball as you want."

Zhou Mo held back the smile on the corner of his lips, "Okay, you stand there and don't move. I serve, you can only pick up the ball."

"Okay," Han Chen agreed.

After finally getting the opportunity to "bully" Han Chen, how could Zhou Mo miss it?

She served the ball and tried to go as far as possible. Han Chen could not reach it, so he could only pick up the ball all over the ground.

Off the basketball court.

The eyes of several people were attracted by the scene of the badminton court.

"Hey, is that still Han Chen from your subject?" Teacher Wang raided Duan Feng, "Hasn't he always been serious and taciturn?"

Duan Feng took a sip of water and his eyes were fixed on the two men on the badminton court.

"Who is the woman with Han Chen?" he asked.

"His wife, have you never seen him?" Teacher Wang was surprised.

Duan Feng frowned, "I haven't heard of it."

"You guys don't even know anything about it?"

"I went to a grassroots hospital for treatment some time ago, and I haven't heard of Han Chen much."

"So that's the case," Teacher Wang: "But... it's not a rumor that Xu Qingli from your subject is the same as him?"

Duan Feng's eyes were dumbfounded, "I don't know."

Teacher Wang: "The whole hospital knows that you haven't heard of it?"

Duan Feng raised his head and drank the remaining half of the bottle of mineral water in one go, "It's time for me to go on stage, let's go."

"Oh..." Teacher Wang didn't stop calling.
Chapter completed!