Shenhao: Confession 99 Times, the School Belle is In a Hurry Chapter 267

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At this moment, on the field, the women's and men's duels.

Jiang Yan didn't play yet, she just sat and watched.

The boy next to him was chattering non-stop: "In addition to Jiang Da's beauty, Jiang Xiao's beauty is also very beautiful!"

"I really don't know what kind of genes their family has. One is more beautiful than the other."

When the boy opened his mouth, it was an old-fashioned criticism, and he kept talking non-stop.

Xiao Yang just smiled, Jiang Shangxue is indeed very beautiful, the two sisters are indeed as beautiful as Xiao Qiao.

And everyone here is probably at the level of Prime Minister Cao.

"Sure enough, there is still a big gap in physical strength between boys and girls."

"Just looking at the serving speed, there is a big gap."

"The boy's serving speed should be at 160 kilometers per hour, and the girl's speed is slightly weaker, probably around 130 kilometers per hour."

Xiao Yang looked at the boy in surprise: "Didn't you say you don't understand tennis?"

"I understand a little bit!" The boy chuckled.

Xiao Yang seldom watches tennis matches, but it seems that the competitive effect is not bad, but like most boys, his eyes are almost attracted by the long legs of the women's team.

However, the anti-gravity skirt is also very effective at this moment. No matter how you fight, the skirt is still compressed in the mysterious field.

But soon, I saw that the girl's physical strength was a little weak, her breathing rate was already a lot faster, and her forehead was covered with fine sweat.

Looking at the boys, it's easier.

There is a big gap in physical fitness, and soon, the women's side has fallen behind by two points.

"This first round, there is no doubt that it was crushed."

Xiao Yang also nodded.

Indeed, although he didn't understand it very well, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that the women's team was bound to lose in the first game.

"It's Jiang Yan's turn to play!"

Sure enough, on the field, Jiang Yan slowly stood up and moved her wrist.

In the second game, the boys naturally had to make substitutions.

At this moment, a figure of a boy suddenly fell into Xiao Yang's line of sight, somewhat familiar.

Xiao Yang looked carefully, and the corners of his mouth could not help but rise.

What a coincidence.

Jiang Yan's popularity was almost crushed.

Around the arena, Jiang Yan's name was chanted frantically.

All of a sudden, the whole venue was extremely hot.

The boy next to him suddenly became excited: "Look, my wife!"

"..." Xiao Yang didn't know how to respond, he just nodded: "That's my wife."

The whistle sounded, and almost all eyes of most people were on Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan just glanced around, her face was stern and heroic, and she walked onto the field holding the racket.

"It's so handsome!"

It was the first time Xiao Yang heard someone praise Jiang Yan so much.

I saw her wearing a single ponytail and a tennis cap.

No matter where you look at it, it is almost a perfect angle.

Three times sixty degrees without dead ends, shining brightly.

"It's really handsome." Xiao Yang let out a long breath.

In his heart, Jiang Yan has always been labeled as lively, active, playful, but after the two of them are together, Jiang Yan can be regarded as a well-behaved type.

Obviously, Jiang Yan from this angle really moved Xiao Yang even more.

How can wild flowers have the fragrance of flowers at home!

Xiao Yang couldn't help showing a smile, full of complacency.

This is his own wife, Xiao Yang's sense of satisfaction is also overwhelming.

"What do you think of this game, how is Jiang Yan's strength?" Xiao Yang suddenly turned his head away and asked.

Although this boy said that he didn't understand football when he first came up, what he said just now was very logical, and he probably knew a lot better than himself.

"Jiang Yan has always been the female ace player of our college. Men's professional tennis serve speed is generally 180 kilometers per hour, and the speed of first-class players can also reach 200 kilometers per hour. Women's speed is a little lower, and the world's women's record The fastest speed in the world is 206 kilometers per hour."

"Jiang Yan's serve speed has reached the speed of men's professional tennis, with the fastest speed reaching 184 kilometers per hour."

"So powerful!" Xiao Yang said in surprise.

"So, Jiang Yan can be compared with male professional players?"

"That's not true. After all, it's more about comprehensive ability. It's just her serving speed. On the offensive end, Jiang Yan is comparable to a professional player, but her defensive ability is insufficient, and her physical strength is also weaker."

"There are many types of players, and the speed of the ball does not represent everything."

"But Jiang Yan is already very strong!"

The boy sighed with emotion, his eyes full of admiration.

Xiao Yang let out a long breath, it seems that he can also supplement some knowledge in this area when he is free, so that he can't even understand the ball, so how can he watch his wife play ball!

Looking at Jiang Yan on the field, Xiao Yang thought to himself.

"What about the man?"

"Men's team?"

The boy couldn't help but chuckle: "A group of rotten fish and shrimp."

"However, if the women's team wants to win, it is not easy."

Xiao Yang nodded, it's still the same sentence, the physical fitness of men and women is still there!

At the same time, the competition here has already begun!

"The girls serve first, and Jiang Yan will serve first. Jiang Yan, as we all know, serves very aggressively..."

At this time, there was even a commentator on the playing field explaining with a microphone.

Boom!

The ball hit the tennis racket, and immediately smashed towards the opponent with extremely fierce speed.

But soon, the man also reacted and caught it firmly.

"Tennis is to use its strengths, attack its weaknesses, and firmly maintain its own rhythm."

"Looking at it now, Jiang Yan is using her strengths to attack crazily, but in this way, her physical strength will also drop considerably..."

There was this boy beside him talking endlessly, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Xiao Yang understood even if he couldn't read it.

boom!

"Topspin!"

The boy next to him exclaimed.

I saw the tennis ball moving towards the sky quickly, and suddenly fell down at a rapid speed, which made it difficult for people to react.

boom!

The tennis ball hit the ground directly.

The boy who caught the ball froze for a moment, but couldn't catch it.

"Jiang Yan scored a point!"

Immediately, the audience cheered.

The corners of Jiang Yan's mouth raised slightly, she was extremely confident.

"handsome!"

Xiao Yang also looked at his eldest wife, extremely satisfied.

"However, this is only the first point of this round, and the competition system of this game is five rounds and three wins. Each player can only play two rounds. At most, Jiang Yan can win two rounds."

"There is only one Jiang Yan. It is still very difficult for the women's team to win."

Xiao Yang nodded slightly.

The competition on the field has entered a fierce stage.

Sure enough, as the boy said, Jiang Yan's offensive ability is full, but her defensive ability is weak.

The frenzied running also caused the physical strength to gradually decline.

At this time, she was already sweating profusely.

The score has been tied.

For the last point, Jiang Yan served the ball.

She just wiped the fine sweat from her forehead.

In the next second, the ball was thrown high!

Boom!

The audience cheered as the tennis ball fell out of bounds.

"Another forward spin, Jiang Yan's strength is unquestionable, she won the next game!"

Xiao Yang was also excited about it, looking at that beautiful figure, Xiao Yang was full of pride.

"Handsome, my eldest wife!" Xiao Yang took out his mobile phone, took out the photo he just took, and sent a message.

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