About my hopeless brother and sister

Wu Moxie seemed to relax contentedly, holding the popcorn back up and handing it to me.

"Well?"

"You just, like, wanted popcorn, didn't you?"

Wu Moxie looked at me and shook the popcorn.

Hey hey hey you know ah! Then why should I be punished? It's a misunderstanding you know the truth ah....

"Well...thanks..."

It's blood stained popcorn.

"Mohee sis...I want popcorn."

My cousin pulled Wu Mohee, who promised and sat up straight so I could reach for the popcorn with my cousin... how could I! I'm not touching the popcorn again!

After this time had passed, I looked again at the field, which had been evacuated, the athletes on both sides of the field were doing preparatory exercises on their respective sides, and the referee had appeared on the field, talking to the people around him. The huge electronic screen that had been flowing with advertisements had also turned into a scoreboard, and it looked like it was about to start.

"It's about to start."

My cousin was a little excited about the field, this was probably the first time my cousin had come to watch a live tennis match as well, not just her, but me as well, even though it was only a city match.

Since it's going to start, although I don't follow tennis, but still, I hope those two, can go far.

Chapter 55 about the person beside me who tries hard and doesn't reciprocate (V)

I don't know much about tennis, or for that matter, all sports. There's a saying that an amateur looks at the crowd, but an insider looks at the door. But what is a person like me who doesn't even want to watch the fun?

For the record, isn't something like tennis just two people hitting the ball at each other with a racket? What is there to look at in this kind of flapping around... Ah, there is something to look at, and that is the girl's fluttering skirt and thighs. Even though a tennis skirt is just a layer of fabric over shorts, the fluttering skirt still makes people think about it.

But not all of them are worth looking at, and some of them aren't very high quality. Maybe it's because I look at girls of high quality like Qin Lan Chairman Wu Mo Xi every day, so if I look at girls of average quality, there won't be any fluctuation.

However, there are exceptions....

For example...an attack on my chairman from all corners possible?

Or is it the disheveled and yawning Qin Lan?

Or is it Wu Mo Xi who is now sitting next to me like a rat clicking and biting popcorn?

I was half lying on the railing in front of me, yawning at the green tennis balls flying in front of me and the girls running. The bucket of popcorn had become a bucket of garbage, and now Wu Moxie was holding another bucket of popcorn in her arms....

"Why are you guys buying two buckets of popcorn...?"

I looked at the two and asked.

"One is coconut and one is creamy."

Wu Moxie seemed to be concentrating on the tennis match ahead of him, not looking at me, chewing popcorn and answering lazily.

"Hiss..."

My cousin tossed the bag of sucked-out jelly into the bucket with satisfaction. Then sat comfortably in the chair and squinted with her belly in her arms.

How many snacks did you guys buy here...so heartbreaking! The snacks here are more expensive than outside, can't you buy them at the supermarket in front of your house.......ah forget it, if you buy them at the supermarket I'll have to carry another bag. You guys should buy it here........

"Anna ah, as a girl you need to watch your manners."

I looked at my cousin, and as an elder and a peer, I gave a good-natured warning.

My cousin ignored me, looked ahead at the game with eyes unseeing, and then raised her phone.

Never mind you help yourself....

I turned around and the crowd next to me suddenly erupted in cheers, I looked up at the huge electronic screen in front of me which read 6:4 and the girl on the left in the green tennis uniform walked over to the tennis net and held out her hand with a victorious smile and a handshake. The students behind us shouted her name in excitement, and one of the boys even took off his uniform and threw it inside.

Hey, hey, hey, don't get so excited, it's not the final, it's just a win. It's not the final, it's just a win. And your school uniform is not that heavy, it's not even thrown in, it's thrown on my head!

I took off the school uniform from my head with some displeasure, there was the sound of a brisk run beside me, the boy with the smile that didn't disappear, and after saying sorry, I returned the uniform to him. Although I said I was unhappy, I didn't want to be bothered, and it was one of my principles not to disturb others when they were happy.

And of course, don't get down on people when they're sad.

"For the next match, Song Yixin vs. Liu Yang, please ask both players to take their positions. "

Oh, it's Song Yixin, it's someone you know.

"Yixin-san! Yixin! Yixin! Yixin! Come on! Come on! Come on! "

My cousin jumped up like a chicken, shouting and waving her hands, and as I watched my cousin's excitement, I was reminded of a star that had once been active on screen.

Yeah, that's right, the gorilla.

Song Yixin and the girl opposite her stood in front of the judge, who tossed a coin, and then the two of them went to either side. Song Yixin walked to our side, looked up at me and smiled. She wore an orange tennis uniform, tied up her hair, and wore a wrist guard. I yawned, then sat up straight and looked at the tennis court in front of me, where Song Yixin held a ball in her hand and put another tennis ball into her tennis skirt.

Then bounced the ball and took a stance.

She looked at the umpire, then, threw up the tennis ball and hit it out hard.

The match began.

I don't know much about tennis, and I don't know how Song Yixin drove the ball, but it was fast. However, it seemed that the strength was still not quite enough, as the opponent took a few steps and backhanded the ball back. The opponent took a few steps and hit the ball back with a backhand. This should be a high lob, and it should be a chance for Song Yixin.

Song Yixin moved her feet, then slammed the ball down with a backhand and hit the ball back hard. The opponent runs a few steps, and the ball is a very straight shot, not a problem for him.

The opponent knocked the ball back, and Song Yixin took a few steps, not reaching out to snap the ball, nor did she hit the ball up; the racket sliced through the air like a knife blade, cutting the ball back perfectly. Song Yixin's training is known to me, and cutting the ball may not be difficult, but being able to turn a cut ball into a small ball is a skill. Song Yixin's perfect application of pressure made the tennis ball almost spin in the air and fly past the net.

Her opponent obviously didn't expect Song Yixin to hit the ball so well, and quickly ran forward from the back court, but the ball had already hit the ground once.

She swung in vain, but unfortunately, the green didn't come back. She hit the ball twice and scored.

15:0.

Song Yixin scored the first ball.

"AHHH!!! Go, Yixin! Go Yixin-san!!!"

My cousin was shouting and jumping like crazy, shouting at Song Yixin who was racing inside. Song Yixin looked at us and waved her hand lightly.

I apologize I apologize, I shouldn't find the ones behind me annoying. Because now I want to turn my head and show that I don't know this girl anymore.

Song Yixin received the tennis ball, took one deep breath, threw the ball, and hit it. The ball didn't feel very technical, maybe Song Yixin was trying to keep her energy up, or did Song Yixin feel that there was no chance of scoring an opening point and simply started off safely? I don't know tennis, I don't even know where to applaud.

The opponent conceded a ball first, and obviously had to be more careful with this one, hitting it back with a forehand. Song Yixin also didn't play small ball again, instead opting for a backhand that wasn't very distinctive, and both of them seemed to be a little more cautious.

"Anna ah, can you read it?"

I'm glad to see Wu Moxie looking just as confused as I am about the two of us on the tennis court, we're now the two easiest people in the room, I guess. Because we have no idea how to count a win or play well, except when it comes to scoring.