The all-round academic master's girlfriend

"Wow! Look, there are so many ping-pong tables!"

After arriving at the senior citizen fitness area downstairs in the afternoon, Xia Jinxi looked at the fitness facilities in front of her with great excitement.

"Four...is that a lot?"

"Well, there are only two ping-pong tables in our school, and there are two classes in the physical education class. We can't even play a few balls in one class."

Xia Jinxi still remembers that there was no physical education teacher in their school. Physical education classes were led by the class teacher. Because there were only two ping-pong tables, many boys would fight over who would occupy the table.

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, we have plenty of time and space to play now."

"Ah."

Now, of the four ping-pong tables in the community, only one is being used by a middle-aged couple.

"You go first."

"it is good!"

Xia Jinxi held the ping-pong ball in her hand as if facing a formidable enemy and moved to the front of the stage.

After she gently loosened her hand, the ping-pong ball fell vertically onto the table, bounced once, and then bounced straight up again.

Then, Xia Jinxi used a simple technique similar to practicing against a wall and hit the ball over without any skill at all.

The ping-pong ball flying in the air had neither speed nor spin. It really just flew over the net, then landed gently and bounced onto the table on Tang Yuze's side.

That's true. After all, my sister only had a broken piece of wood to use when she played table tennis before. Apart from this kind of juggling serve that is performed by a novice, it is impossible for her to hit other serves.

All I can say is that in the face of the absolute equipment gap, no matter how good your operation is, it’s useless.

"Hey."

To be honest, when this slow, non-spinning ball flew over, Tang Yuze really wanted to make a cool tackle on it.

Fortunately, he did not have any obsessive-compulsive disorder, so he quickly suppressed the desire to show off and controlled his right hand.

He wasn't playing a game, he just came to accompany his sister to exercise. It's impossible for him to kick the first ball back, right?

After hitting the ball with the same light technique, Tang Yuze played happily for about fifteen minutes.

My brother is so considerate, he deliberately let me play just to play with me...

Looking at the handsome young man in front of her, Xia Jinxi couldn't help but think.

Although there was no basis for this, she could feel that Tang Yuze's true strength was far more than this, and he was just deliberately suppressing his strength in order to take care of himself.

"Brother, please teach me how to play table tennis!"

"Hmm? Don't you already know how to do it?"

"I want to learn something more professional, just like those people who play games on TV, is that okay?"

"of course can."

My sister wanted to learn more about table tennis, so Tang Yuze felt obliged to become her coach.

I just don’t know whether his previously upgraded teaching abilities include sports.

"If you want to learn table tennis, you must have the most basic racket grip posture. Xiaoxi definitely can't play with the current grip posture."

"Then...how do I hold it?"

Xia Jinxi looked at the racket in her hand.

She didn't even think there was something wrong with the way she gripped the racket, she just did it the way that came naturally to her.

But in fact, although she felt comfortable holding the racket every time, she felt very uncomfortable when she actually played the ball.

"There are two main types of table tennis rackets, penhold rackets and horizontal rackets. The one you are holding in your hand now is a penhold racket."

"Hold the handle of the racket tightly with your thumb and index finger, bend the other three fingers and hold it in an empty grip. The size of the empty grip should be about the same as a ping-pong ball, and then hold it against the back of the racket."

Tang Yuze spoke and used gestures to demonstrate to his sister.

However, his usual racket is a horizontal racket, which is shorter than a vertical racket, so he can only hold the air when demonstrating gestures.

But...his gesture, made without a beat, was subtle and a bit vulgar.

Fortunately, no one was watching nearby, and Xia Jinxi had a relatively simple mind, otherwise he would have definitely been killed.

"Hmm...I don't quite understand."

Xia Jinxi tried to change her grip, but it just didn't feel right.

"Let me correct you. Remember the gestures I'll teach you later."

"Yeah!"

Tang Yuze walked up to his sister, grabbed Xia Jinxi's right hand with his right hand, and gently moved the girl's slender fingers so that she could hold the racket in the correct posture.

"Yes, that's right. Next, I'm going to teach you some simple serves with a penhold racket. Try to get the feel for it."

After saying that, Tang Yuze used his big hand to control his sister's small hand to serve the ball, and the owner of the small hand now had a red face like a small tomato.

"I didn't expect that there are still young couples playing table tennis together. It's great."

A powerful voice, appropriate yet inappropriate, reached Tang Yuze's ears.

He looked up and realized that at some point, the couple at the next table had put away their rackets and were just standing there watching him and his sister play (being affectionate)!