Floating in September

The scorching September sun mocked the stupid and small humans on the ground.

The Ministry of Education stipulates that all schools have two physical fitness classes a week, and F private high school is no exception. Now the physical fitness of students is indeed generally declining, and the test scores are barely enough to pass. This has to be worrying, but The students don't take it seriously, for them it is natural to be lazy.

Physical fitness class is not only attended by students from the same class, but usually several classes are mixed together, and different school years are also mixed.Because the types of physical fitness classes are relatively diverse, students can choose the sports they like. It seems that there are no other sports for nerd girls like Bai Chuan to choose except tennis. After all, compared to other sports, the tennis test is the easiest .basketball?forget it!The ball she shot must not even touch the backboard.

Bai Chuan fiddled with the sweat-soaked hair sticking behind his ears, tied his hair up again with a rubber band in his mouth, and finally felt refreshed by the breeze.

The physical education teacher is a new face, but he looks very easy-going. He claims to have a good temper and has no hobbies other than smoking. He knows that smoking is bad for his health but he still smokes. What are you going to do, otherwise, what's the point of being alive?" He made another grimace, making the students standing in four rows burst into laughter.

The teacher did not introduce himself too much, nor did he mention his name. Standing in the sun, he was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt. The clothes stretched his delicate muscles, especially the curves of his chest and shoulders were faintly visible. After hanging the whistle around his neck, he took a small book and called the names.

"Gao Zequan!" The voice was as penetrating as Hong Zhong.

"Here!" The voice of the response was also very strong. Bai Chuan thought that the person named "Gao Zequan" must be a boy, but the fact surprised him, "Isn't this the guy I met in the toilet!" Bai Chuan was surprised I feel that the enemy's road is narrow.

"Bai Chuan!" Bai Chuan had already heard his name before he recovered his senses.

"Here!" Responded in a panic.

"The lower grades and the upper grades are divided into groups for free practice! The upper grades should help the lower grades master the essentials of movement!" After finishing speaking, the teacher ran to the awning and took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket and lit it.

"Incompetent!" Bai Chuan thought to himself and picked up a black badminton racket bag on the equipment shelf at the edge of the playground. The students are very active in practicing. They usually sit in the classroom for a whole day. It is rare to be able to exercise in the physical class. Activity.

Unzipping the bag, a pair of new black racquets lay quietly inside. Bai Chuan picked up one of them, held it in his hand and tried to swing it, and it felt pretty good.

"Hey! Over there!" Suddenly a familiar voice echoed around Bai Chuan.

"It's you again! What's the matter?" Bai Chuan asked the rash guy disdainfully.

"I'm on your team!"

"Why?" She was very surprised.

"Because only you got a pair of black and brand new rackets."

Bai Chuan just thought it was funny, she didn't expect this guy to be so hypocritical: "What kind of reason is this?"

"I don't like pink or red." Gao Zequan touched his nose with his left index finger.

"Actually, she looks... very energetic, and she seems to have double eyelids... It's really strange to describe a girl with words like spirit..."

For some reason, Bai Chuan felt that way. "Okay..." The response was so reluctant.

It's cool on the tennis court, maybe because there are woods behind the court, or it may be a psychological effect, a piece of lush emerald green can make people feel much calmer.

Bai Chuan clutched the racket and didn't know what to do, because it was the first time she was exposed to tennis, and the person opposite was that tall, thin guy. She was somewhat nervous, and her brain began to go blank unconsciously, and the image of herself appeared in her mind. The appearance of the imaginary Professor Saikawa.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing! You can't even hold the racket steady and why are you taking tennis lessons? Trouble!" Gao Zequan stared at the absent-minded Bai Chuan for 5 minutes. The guy with the steel teeth: "If you can't serve, can you give me the ball?"

"Ah?" Bai Chuan screamed in embarrassment, and then realized that he was still holding the lemon-like ball in his hand, and he was still waiting for Gao Zequan to serve... She felt more and more funny, "I'm sorry!" said Throwing the ball over.

"Whoosh!"

Bai Chuan only saw Gao Zequan's knees slightly bent and his body leaning forward slightly, but she didn't notice a gust of wind passing by her ears - she didn't see clearly the moment the ball was hit, she stood there dumbly, as if everything around her was gone. As if it had nothing to do with her, "What was that just now?"

The lemon rolled and rolled, drawing an extremely long golden parabola in the blue sky.

Gao Zequan put one hand in front of his forehead to cover the scorching sun at noon, his eyes followed the trajectory of the tennis ball and finally landed in the woods outside the fence of the court, while the other hand gripped the racket and pressed the end on his right shoulder, "Why don't you catch the ball?"

Bai Chuan realized that Gao Zequan was talking to him, and only then came back to his senses. She was a little at a loss, and the phrase "I'm sorry!" was still hanging on her lips.

"I can't help it. I didn't expect you to have no foundation at all. It's because I went too far. I'll go pick up the ball..." Gao Zequan tugged on his sports T-shirt, walked up to Bai Chuan and patted her on the head with his height advantage.

"It's unforgivable to laugh at my mother's short height!" Bai Chuan slashed at her with his racket, showing his teeth, but Gao Zequan dodged it lightly.

"This person is sick! Absolutely!" Bai Chuan had no choice but to put down the hand holding the racket high in frustration, and just looked at the girls on the other side of the field with disheveled hair whispering and looking in the direction of himself and Gao Zequan. , "It seems that Gao Zequan is quite popular."

Bai Chuan also carried the racket and ran towards the woods.