Don't fall in love with the professor

Another weekend, Zhong Kexing and Jiang Xiaocheng met to play table tennis.

Jiang Xiaocheng doesn't exercise often, one is because he is not keen on it, and the other is because he is usually very busy, and he is tired from working all day, so he doesn't want to move.He thought that since he was playing table tennis, he couldn't wear a suit and white collar like going to work. He searched through boxes and cabinets for a long time before finding a set of sportswear.

This set of sportswear was bought for physical education class when I was in college. It is a common style on the street - a navy blue shirt with a lapel collar and white shorts. But because Jiang Xiaocheng was born white, wearing such an ordinary suit looks extraordinarily clean and young. , as a freshman who has just entered college, it will not arouse suspicion.

Zhong Kexing was startled when he saw his attire. He almost forgot that Jiang Xiaocheng was not very old. He was 24 years old, and he was about the same as the graduate student he brought.

It is said that there is a three-year generation gap, so there are two generation gaps between the two, and there are naturally many differences in behavior and living habits.

Because of this, after learning that Jiang Xiaocheng was studying table tennis in college, he asked him out, thinking that it might be an opportunity to enhance their relationship.

Since it is to enhance the relationship, good or bad skills are not so important. Therefore, when Jiang Xiaocheng said "I haven't touched a racket for a long time" and "I can't play well", Zhong Kexing didn't care.

However, after a few rounds on the field, Zhong Kexing discovered that Jiang Xiaocheng's skills can be described as more than just "bad".

"Bang-pa-da-da-da-da-"

The orange ping pong ball was caught in the white net again, rolled from the table to the ground, jumped a few times, and rolled towards the corner.

Jiang Xiaocheng didn't understand any more, but also knew that this was a very low-level mistake, his face suddenly turned red, and he hurriedly said, "I'll pick it up, I'll pick it up!"

But Zhong Ke moved faster, bent over with his long legs, and picked up the ball.

Stand across the table and ask, "One more time?"

Seeing Jiang Xiaocheng's embarrassment again, he said: "It's been a long time since I haven't played, it's common to be born with my hands."

Although Zhong Kexing had no expression on his face when he said this, Jiang Xiaocheng still felt relieved, knowing that he was not impatient with him, and he was a little relieved.

Take courage and make the ready move to catch the ball.

Zhong Kexing knew Jiang Xiaocheng's level, so he had a bottom line in his heart. He specially slowed down his movements, controlled his strength just right, and fed a ball steadily.

Jiang Xiaocheng was not so bad that he couldn't catch the ball even if he deliberately fed it. This time, the racket finally hit the ball and accurately touched the opponent's table.

In order to give Jiang Xiaocheng a chance to breathe, Zhong Kexing caught the ball in mid-air with his hands and said, "It's okay this time, try again?"

After a few back and forth, Jiang Xiaocheng felt that Jiang Xiaocheng had entered the state, so he made a few counterattacks. Although the ball would still fall to the ground, it was much better than before.

"very good!"

"Not bad!"

Only by keeping calm at all times can we better predict the direction of the incoming ball.With Zhong Kexing's encouragement, Jiang Xiaocheng's confidence increased greatly, his nervousness gradually dissipated, and he became more and more handy

Sensing that Jiang Xiaocheng has improved, Zhong Kexing said again: "You can hit the ball faster!"

Beads of sweat appeared on Jiang Xiaocheng's forehead, and his face was flushed. He gasped and asked, "How fast?"

"Adjust your forearm and wrist movements to speed up your swing!"

While listening to Zhong Kexing's guidance, Jiang Xiaocheng paid attention to the direction of the ball and hit it hard.

"Is that right?"

"Yes! It can be faster!"

Zhong Kexing's movements became faster and faster, and Jiang Xiaocheng obviously began to panic.

A ball came towards him with lightning speed, and he swung it out in a panic. The moment the ball touched the racket, he received a strong return force and shot it out.

"But you still have to pay attention... ah!"

Jiang Xiaocheng took a deep breath, hurriedly dropped his racket and ran over.

"It's alright, it's alright!"

"Let me see, where did it go?"

Pulling Zhong Kexing's hand away to check, the skin on his forehead had already started to turn red.

"I'm fine." Zhong Kexing took off his glasses and touched his brow with his hand, as if waiting for the pain to pass.

Jiang Xiaocheng felt very guilty and didn't know what to do, so he could only apologize continuously.

"sorry Sorry……"

Zhong Kexing waved his hand in the air, and made a stop gesture, "It's really all right, I just touched it—shall we rest? I'll go to the bathroom."

Jiang Xiaocheng looked up at Zhong Kexing, and said hello two times in succession.

There are seats for people to rest around the venue. Jiang Xiaocheng sat for a while, but seemed unable to stay, stood up and walked to the table.

Frowning lightly, he gestured with the beat in his hand, recalling what he had learned in class.

"Put the racket too low and the ball will easily go out of bounds."

Jiang Xiaocheng was concentrating on his practice, when he suddenly heard a ringing in his ear, and turned around in surprise.

Standing in front of him was a middle-aged man, tall and slender, with a gentle voice. Although he didn't smile, he made people feel close.

But if you touch the eyes hidden deep under the thick eyebrows, you will feel how powerful he is, and you will not dare to do anything negligent.

The man raised his arm, pointed at the seat not far away, and said slowly: "I was sitting there just now and saw you hit your golfer?"

This sentence is like the elders teasing the younger generation, Jiang Xiaocheng said: "It's because I didn't fight well, and my movements were not standard."

"Whether the action of catching the ball is standard is of course important, but the premise is to make a timely and accurate prediction of the incoming ball. How did the ball fly over just now?"

Jiang Xiaocheng thought for a long time, and only said: "Soon."

"Soon, it describes the speed of the ball. When you realize this, it's already too late. The direction of movement of the bat, the amplitude of the opponent's arm swing when the ball is served, and the arc of the incoming ball—"

Speaking of the last two words, the index finger drew a curve in mid-air, "——they are the basis for judging the direction and speed of the incoming ball."

"Don't be in a hurry to catch the urgent ball just now, take a few steps back, wait for the power of the ball to weaken, tilt the racket back, and then push it up."

Jiang Xiaocheng learned the movements while listening to his clear explanation.

If he realized something, he said: "It turns out that this is the case. When I panic, I get so busy that everything gets messed up."

Still wanting to say something, seeing the familiar figure through the shoulder of the middle-aged man, the beautiful eyes suddenly lit up.

"Keep going!"

The man also turned around, and saw Zhong Kexing approaching, silently standing between himself and Jiang Xiaocheng.

His eyes swept over Zhong Kexing and Jiang Xiaocheng, showing a kind smile, and said to Jiang Xiaocheng, "Your golf buddy is back."

Jiang Xiaocheng felt that the word "ball friend" was very fresh, so he asked, "Uncle, where are your golf friends?"

The middle-aged man said with helplessness in his tone: "Not long after my wife and I returned to China, we had an appointment with an old friend, but he suddenly had something to do. Alas, I am the only one left."

When Zhong Kexing heard the word "wife", he had let go of his vigilance, but he heard Jiang Xiaocheng say:

"Ke Xing, this uncle is so good, he was still teaching me how to catch the ball and dribble the racket just now."

"Excellent?" Zhong Kexing grasped the key words.

Jiang Xiaocheng nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Uh-huh."

The middle-aged man said from the side: "I can't afford it, I can't afford it, I'm just playing around with my friends in my spare time."

The 30-year-old Zhong Kexing looked at Jiang Xiaocheng, who looked at others with admiration, and suddenly became the 16-year-old Zhong Kexing.

"I also take it as exercise in my spare time, so why don't we learn from each other."

The middle-aged man smiled calmly.

"It's really itchy if I don't hold the racket for a few days, but I can communicate with golfers."

Such confrontational sports, of course, can only be enjoyed by people of comparable ability. Jiang Xiaocheng knows that his skills are not good, so he readily agrees to such a proposal.

The two stood at both ends of the table, and the discussion and exchange began.

The middle-aged man looks gentle and kind, but he hits the ball very fiercely. On the contrary, Zhong Kexing focuses on defense and waits for opportunities to attack.

After several rounds in a row, both sides realized that they had encountered an opponent of comparable strength, and their expressions became serious.

At some point, there were many people around the table, their eyes were fixed on the ball coming and going, and they sighed or cheered from time to time.

Some just came to join in the fun, stretching their necks and squeezing in. The crowd moved to make way for him.

"what's the situation?"

Someone who came first replied: "Three wins in five games, now it is two to two draws."

There are also those who love to talk: "The ball just now, tsk, it's amazing! Fortunately, I recorded it."

Just as he was about to show off his video, Zhong Kexing swung his racket and hit a side kick.

"Beautiful!" There was another burst of applause.

The middle-aged man supported the table with his hands, and looked at Zhong Kexing with appreciation. Although he lost the ball, he did not lose his demeanor.

"Sometimes it's hard to admit that you're old."

Zhong Ke walked over and said, "It's my luck."

As long as the last ball deviates from the table by a little bit, it should be a point loss.

"I'm humble, but I'm a little lucky. I was let go by my friend today," the middle-aged man smiled and shook hands with Zhong Kexing, "See you by fate."

There was no excitement to watch, and the crowd gradually dispersed. Zhong Kexing and Jiang Xiaocheng sat on the bench to rest.

"So you are so powerful."

Zhong Kexing took Jiang Xiaocheng's handkerchief, met his starry eyes, and was suddenly dazed.

Why compete with a stranger who has never met before?Oh, by the way, it was because Jiang Xiaocheng looked at others with such eyes, which made his mature and rational self do such childish and impulsive things.

It's almost like the courtship behavior used to attract a partner in nature!

It turns out that a person can control another person's mood and behavior with just one look, it's incredible...

"Ke Xing?" Jiang Xiaocheng waved his hand in front of Zhong Ke Xing, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhong Kexing came back to his senses and said, "It's okay."

Thinking of today's purpose again, he said, "Let's go, let's go play."

Jiang Xiaocheng played with Zhong Kexing just now, and he was very happy at first. After seeing Zhong Kexing's skills, he realized that the other party was always accommodating him.

"Forget it, I'm too bad at playing, in fact... don't worry about me, I'll just watch you play."

"That won't work," Zhong Kexing refused without even thinking about it, "You can practice if you are not good at the game, and I will teach you."

Standing up, he gestured to pull Jiang Xiaocheng up, "Otherwise how can we play together in the future?"

"In the future" is a word that is easy to move people's hearts. Zhong Kexing said it so naturally. When Jiang Xiaocheng realized it, he was already standing in front of the ball table.

"How do you serve?"

Jiang Xiaocheng threw the ball up with his left hand and slapped it down indiscriminately—probably because of what Zhong Kexing said just now, which made him a little flustered.

Zhong Kexing, on the other hand, looked serious, and he seemed to be paying attention. He picked up his beat and showed Jiang Xiaocheng a demonstration.

"Arms inwards, racquet facing forward, leaning a bit, hitting the ball forward and to the left...it's not like—"

Walking behind Jiang Xiaocheng, holding his right wrist with his right hand, "Keep coordination..."

While speaking, he pushed Jiang Xiaocheng's arm forward.

Zhong Kexing was so close, as if he was hugging Jiang Xiaocheng from behind. The clothes of the two touched each other from time to time, and their body temperatures blended together silently.

"Pay attention to the coherence of throwing and hitting movements..."

Every time he uttered a word, his chest trembled slightly, and this vibration passed through Jiang Xiaocheng's back, making the tip of his heart tremble slightly.

It seems that it is not good to do this in public. Jiang Xiaocheng didn't want to lose his composure, and he didn't want to touch Zhong Kexing's mind. He moved half a step to the left, hummed lightly, and said, "I'll try it myself."

After thinking about the content of Zhong Kexing's teaching, he corrected his attitude and sent a ball.

He felt that this action could be called standard, raised his cheerful face, turned around and asked, "Is that so?"

Zhong Kexing didn't feel anything just now, but at this moment, he set his eyes on Jiang Xiaocheng's slightly curved lips, and the urge to kiss him suddenly surged in his heart.

From childhood to adulthood, no matter what, as long as Zhong Kexing sets a goal, he will definitely achieve it.

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For some table tennis knowledge used in PS, refer to "Table Tennis Sports Tutorial"