However, Zhang Xiaoxuan is no longer in the previous position and has been called to pick up the ball.

Looking at her thin figure running around the edge of the court, Mu Weiwei pursed her lips and silently shifted her sight.

Zhang Xiaoxuan's attitude just now is very obvious, and she doesn't want to meet her, so let's not know each other.

However, as a young master born with a golden spoon, Qi Siyu was able to consider the situation of work study students, which really impressed her.

Mu Weiwei followed Qi Siyu and entered the best place.

Qi Siyu's friends have played several rounds.

Seeing Mu Weiwei, Qin Ziheng came quickly, "Vivian, is this your first time to play tennis? Do you need a coach? I have a professional tennis coach's certificate. It's absolutely guaranteed. "

He patted his chest and actively promoted himself.

The Qin family is only a second-class family in country a, and there are not many opportunities to get involved with Miss mu.

Qin Ziheng admitted that he had learned tennis since he was a child and had won awards in several domestic competitions. At this time, he stood up to teach Miss Mu to play. That was the best chance to show himself.

He is in the field of Sassou yingzi, must be able to leave a deep impression on Mu Weiwei.

However, before Mu Weiwei's reply, Qi Siyu already snorted: "Qin Ziheng, while you go, Vivian can play tennis, you need to teach him?"

Qin Ziheng laughed twice: "what? Lao Qi, are you jealous? Don't worry, girl you like, I can't dig a corner. I just want Vivian to have a good time. With my professional coach, she will learn faster! "

Qi Siyu frowned, "I said it all. Don't say such words. How embarrassing it is for other girls! I'm not lying to you, Vivian. You don't have to teach me. "

Qin Ziwei turns to Mu Weiheng directly. "How about him? Do you need a senior to teach you? "

Mu Weiwei smiles and shakes her head. "No, Qi Siyu is right. I play tennis very well."

"Yes? Let's play a few rounds first. I'll see your level and then teach you how to improve

Qin Ziheng considers himself a professional and thinks that Mu Weiwei looks a little thin and weak. At most, it's the "good fight" of ordinary people, and he still refuses to give up this opportunity to flatter.

Mu Weiwei laughed, "OK, let's go there to fight."

Qi Siyu looked at Qin Ziheng, who followed him, and sneered to himself.

It's hard to save the damn ghost.

This kid wants to teach Mu Weiwei tennis?

Maybe Vivian can beat him with his left hand!

When it comes to shame, don't blame him for not reminding me.

Ten minutes later.

Qin Ziheng bent down breathlessly, and the sweat on his forehead dropped down, his face was full of disbelief.

"I Whoosh My God Vivian, you Whoosh You're too good, aren't you? You are Did you learn that? No, I I'm still professional, but I still can't beat you... "

Men and women themselves are very different in physical strength, so even if they are also professional players, it is almost impossible for women to beat men.

Not to mention, he is completely paralyzed now. Mu Weiwei is still standing there, except for sweating a little.

Qin Ziheng has begun to doubt life.