Chapter 98 [Not Playing Ball]

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No matter how calm this group of senior executives and political officials of big companies were, they couldn't help laughing when they heard the name "Yang Xijie".

The influence of the movie "East and West" is still quite good, so a group of people quickly figured out the meaning of what Yang Chen said, but after laughing, they suddenly felt that something was not right. But Dongxing Young Master Zhou Dongcheng, the little emperor of the underground world of Zhonghai East District, this kid dares to joke about him, don't die! ?

But Zhou Dongcheng's reaction was surprisingly not angry, instead he pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Mr. Yang is really good at joking, but I like men who are humorous."

The voice was glutinous and soft, and seemed to have a bit of shy joy.

Yang Chen only felt jittery all over his body, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, took a puff of white smoke to calm down, and said, "I don't like to make gods when men like to make gods."

"You don't like making gods and being liked making gods, doesn't mean I can't like making gods you." Zhou Dongcheng said rather convolutedly.

Yang Chen held the cigarette in one hand, and scratched his head by the way. He was not afraid that the cigarette butt would be burnt. The sticky and soft Young Master Dongxing in front of him was much more troublesome than he imagined. Yang Chen is not afraid, but this product is like a cotton ball, and it doesn't even need energy.

The surrounding guests have begun to move independently, and several teams of people on the tennis court have begun to slap the ball back and forth slowly.

The warm sunshine spread on the court, Yang Chen stretched his waist and stopped talking.

Zhou Dongcheng stared at Yang Chen's frown, and after a while, he continued to smile: "I know Mr. Yang may have misunderstood me, but I really miss Mr. Yang as a friend. I wonder if there is a chance?"

"Friend?" Yang Chen said vaguely: "Your friend's way is to send a car to follow him?"

Zhou Dongcheng did not deny it, and nodded frankly: "Yes, but that time was just an accident. I didn't expect Mr. Yang to use thunder, but I can guarantee that I will not pursue it. In fact, the instructions I gave them were nothing more than Just investigate Mr. Yang's surroundings."

"I don't like making a god and someone investigates me." Yang Chen said lightly.

Zhou Dongcheng looked at each other without fear, "I promise not in the future, Mr. Yang Chen, and as a man with a broad heart in my opinion, I think you can forgive me for that reckless move."

Having been used honorifics, Yang Chen really couldn't say anything harsh, so he could only nod his head indifferently, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to do anything."

"So, as a friend, can you play tennis with me?" Zhou Dongcheng asked suddenly.

"I haven't fought."

"It doesn't matter, it's the friendly form that counts, not the content of the score."

Zhou Dongcheng's words were irrefutable, and he felt helpless for his initiative.

Yang Chen sighed, stood up first, walked to Tang Wan's side, and said, "Mr. Tang, borrow a racket."

Tang Wan has always been paying attention to the conversation between Yang Chen and Zhou Dongcheng. Although she couldn't hear it clearly, she also thought that the two might have been in contact before. At this moment, she didn't talk much. She nodded and motioned for a waiter to give Yang Chen a standard racket.

Zhou Dongcheng's valet immediately took out a pink racket from his sports bag. It was the same color as his clothes. This strange color choice did not attract many people's special attention, because in this circle It's not a secret that Zhou Dongcheng likes men who make gods, and it's no secret that he likes making gods to make himself nvxìng.

When Yang Chen and Zhou Dongcheng played together, the two nv boys who were fighting obediently gave up their territory.

Many businessmen and politicians present began to doubt their own judgments. Yang Chen was able to chat with Zhou Dongcheng and play football together. Could it be that his true identity is a remarkable figure? But there is no such number in Zhong Hai's face and face, and many people speculate that it may be the young master of the big family from outside.

"Then what..." Yang Chen walked to the side of the court and asked Mo Qianni who was chatting and laughing with several men, "Miss Mo, how do you play tennis?"

Mo Qianni was stunned for a while, although she didn't know what the man was doing asking such a silly question, she explained it simply: "It's just someone else calling, just hit the ground and then hit it back, hit on the field, hit off the field and lose it. Minute."

"Oh, I understand." Yang Chen recalled the pictures he saw on TV before, and he almost knew it.

"You can't fight?" Mo Qianni asked suspiciously when she saw the problem.

Yang Chen answered truthfully: "I haven't fought before, but I probably know how to fight."

Anyone who has played tennis knows it well. It seems that the tennis racket is very big, and the tennis ball is much bigger than the table tennis ball. But in fact, on this seemingly small court, you have to pick up a ball from the ground. The bouncing ball is not easy.

Many beginners feel that when they first encounter tennis, they clearly see the ball flying in front of them, but they can't hit it. As for hitting and then hitting back and hitting a lore, it is even more difficult.

Under the gaze of a group of people who were ready to watch a good show, Yang Chen swaggered with a cigarette in his mouth, resisted the beat and walked to the field, and said to Zhou Dongcheng on the other end: "Come on, let's play a few shots with you."

Many people on the sidelines heard the other elements in these words, and they all expressed strange expressions. Mo Qianni also blushed slightly. This guy always speaks so rudely.

Zhou Dongcheng smiled gently, then tossed the ball and swung the racket! His movements are not very standard, but his body bends and bounces to make him look elegant.

The ball slid across a smooth arc, crossed the block, and jumped diagonally to the ground on Yang Chen's side!

Yang Chen was already standing at the position where the ball jumped. Since his right hand was holding the cigarette in his hand, he naturally took the racket with his left hand and slapped the ball with ease!

"Boom!!" The ball and the racket collided with a depressing muffled sound!

Under everyone's astonished gaze, the tennis ball jumped over the net and flew off the court suddenly!

Like a missile that was lifted into the air, it crossed a diagonal line, and after crossing a distance of 20 to 30 meters, it continued to fly over the nearly 10-meter barbed wire fence on the side of the court, and then fell towards the parking lot outside the stadium. .

Many nv children exclaimed, is this a ball played by a person with his left hand! ?

Even if it misses and hits the field, it is understandable, but the man waved it casually and used his left hand to let the ball fly out of the barbed wire fence of more than ten meters!

Even if the others present were given a cone-shaped stone with just the right weight, no one dared to say that they could easily throw the stone out of the barbed wire!

Seeing the people around him, including Zhou Dongcheng, were horrified, Yang Chen felt that he had used his strength accidentally, but in fact, he had never used it, but he underestimated the interaction between tennis and tennis rackets.

Embarrassedly smiled, after flicking the cigarette ashes, he continued to hold the cigarette in his mouth, Yang Chen said, "I'm sorry, this ball is quite bouncy, I'll pick it up after I finish playing."

The others all smiled stiffly, looking at Yang Chen's arm that wasn't very muscular, with a strange expression, if he was punched with a fist from that hand, he would probably die.

"Mr. Yang is really magical." Zhou Dongcheng is also someone who has seen the world, and he also knew that Yang Chen's martial arts is good before, so he quickly regained his calm, brought a new ball from his servant, and said, "Then let's continue. "

This time, Yang Chen didn't use too much force, he just calculated that the strength was just enough to hit the ball back to the opponent's court. As for the angle, degree, etc., Yang Chen didn't care at all, the trajectory of the tennis ball was simply too slow in Yang Chen's eyes. Climbing like a turtle, there is no pressure at all.

The people on the side of the court only saw Yang Chen walking around the court like a leisurely stroll. Every time he stood, it would be the place where the ball bounced, and then he gently pulled it back with one hand, and the landing spot was also where Zhou Dongcheng stood. , You don't need Zhou Dongcheng to move at all to catch the ball.

Everyone could see that Yang Chen wasn't playing ball, he was playing ball!

Although Yang Chen's posture of holding the racket and playing the ball is "ugly", this does not affect everyone's evaluation of his playing ability.

Many young nvxìng's eyes were already shining, Yang Chen was holding a cigarette, his forehead was dripping with sweat, his head was blowing in the wind, his brows were slightly frowned, and his leisurely facial expressions had deeply stuck their gazes.

Tang Wan noticed that Mo Qianni, who was beside her, was looking at Yang Chen with a sluggish look, and she sighed slightly like the other nvxìng in her eyes.

From Tang Wan's point of view, Yang Chen is undoubtedly a huahua son, and he has been conscious from the first time he found himself Yi Yeqing by the river. Later, when he met Li Jingjing with him at Nv'er's school, he became even more certain. , I didn't expect to be replaced by Mo Qianni this time.

Li Jingjing is a simple nv child, and it's normal for Yang Chen to deceive him, but a mall like Mo Qianni is famous for nv public relations, and the company's manager is also deeply involved, which makes Tang Wan doubt Yang Chen. Why capture these two very different styles but equally appealing to the children.

At this moment, when she saw the man on the court who wanted to sway his poor skills, but played tennis with applause, Tang Wan had a little understanding. It seemed that the biggest feature of this man was the one that other men couldn't have.

Yang Chen didn't know that Mo Qianni outside the court was looking at him with a look he had never seen before, and he didn't expect that Tang Wan, who greeted him with a smile, had already listed him as a member of the blacklist in his heart, he just gradually realized that , Zhou Dongcheng on the opposite side is almost out of strength to hit the ball back. It seems that after hitting the ball dozens of times in a row, Zhou Dongcheng is about to lose his strength.

When the ball came into his eyes again, Yang Chen grabbed the ball firmly with his hands, spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth, and shouted at Zhou Dongcheng, "Are you still playing?"

Zhou Dongcheng was sweating profusely. He bent down with his hands on his knees. He threw the racket, waved his hand with difficulty, and said sadly, "No...no more..."

"Then I'm leaving." Yang Chen really doesn't want to stay in this place any longer. Originally, because of Qiangwei's relationship, Zhou Dongcheng must be the enemy, but this enemy always smiles, how can he bear it! ?

Zhou Dongcheng was a little anxious, and he couldn't care less. He gasped and shouted, "Yang... Mr. Yang, wait, I don't know... I wonder if I have the honor to invite Mr. Yang to dinner?"

Join your sister!

As soon as Yang Chen thought of sitting on both ends of the candlelit dinner table with a man who was flaunting and winking, his whole body was chilled, he walked to the side of the court and grabbed Mo Qianni's little hand, and said, "Go, I'm hungry to eat. !"

After he finished speaking, he didn't give Mo Qianni a chance to react, and pulled her out forcefully.

Mo Qianni was held by Yang Chen intimately, feeling the martial arts, the holy king of heaven and earth, made the holy king, and he would kill the throne of the gods and gods at night. Heaven's Strongest Abandoned Young Da Zhou Royal Family Martial Movement Universe Will Night Killing God Divine Seal Throne Seeking Demon Defying the World When the royal family was at that scorching temperature, their face was inevitably blushing, and their heart was like a deer, but they didn't have the energy, and it seemed that they didn't have the intention to get their hands out, so they had to turn around to greet a few bosses in a hurry, and left with Yang Chen. tennis court.

Several of Zhou Dongcheng's entourage went up and helped the disappointed Zhou Dongcheng to the sidelines, someone asked with a sullen face, "Young Master, that Yang Chen doesn't know how to lift up, do you want to send a brother to give him a small gift?"

Zhou Dongcheng glanced at him coldly, only to frighten the man so much.

"Yang Chen is my friend, he is a real man, don't speak ill of him in front of me in the future!"

"Yes... yes... it's the young master..."

Zhou Dongcheng looked at the direction where Yang Chen left, and fell into obsession again.