The Prince of Tennis Perfect Tennis

"Let me see your strength, old man!"

Qin Gengnian thought of it this way, and when the tennis ball in his hand was thrown up, he threw the ball with a very good strength, speed and angle.

"nice shot!"

Seeing Qin Gengnian's serve, Wei Yilin also brightened his eyes, because regardless of the standard of the serve movement or the power of the ball, the landing point of the tennis ball is very good, even if it is compared with the average ten or twenty years old. For the young people of China, they are definitely not inferior, and even better, because Qin Gengnian’s serve is too old, just like his age, full of an old and spicy taste, because the tennis ball is placed near the edge of the court. There is also some outward rotation on the top. It is this kind of serve in tennis matches that can easily cause Ace balls.

Of course, Wei Yilin will not allow his opponent to score. Although he is only an old man in his 60s, he can only give the opponent the greatest respect by playing hard on the tennis court.

With three moves and two moves, Wei Yilin's speed is of course needless to say, and he rushed to the front of the tennis ball in the blink of an eye.

Back swing!Swing!

A beautiful and powerful return was easily hit by Wei Yilin!

"Good speed, and the movements are very standard!"

Qin Gengnian silently commented on Wei Yilin's return of the ball. With his old eyes, it is not difficult to see that Wei Yilin's return action is not just good-looking, even if the standard is similar to those who have been famous for a long time. Compared with the world-class tennis players, there is absolutely no inferiority, or even more perfect, almost a textbook return action!

I thought about it this way, but Qin Gengnian’s movements were not slow. I couldn’t see that he was an old man in his 60s. He was behind the tennis ball within a short period of time, and with a backhand, he moved towards the bottom line. He went in the direction, but it seemed that he wanted to hit a cross ball, so that Wei Yilin could not hit back.

Unfortunately, a young figure appeared in front of the tennis ball just before it crossed the net.

"Father, this is not good, respect the old and love the young, and you won't let me go!"

Wei Yilin said with a smile, he had a good impression of this old man, and couldn't help but say such things.

With that said, Wei Yilin hit the ball back, and even prepared to cross the baseline to score.

However, this idea was also unsuccessful. When the tennis ball was about to pass his side, Qin Gengnian quickly reacted, and his body rotated to hit the tennis ball that had fallen behind him again.

"Respect the elder and love the young, but the elder is in front, young man, you have to let me, an old man, before I let you!

Qin Gengnian responded with a smile, just like this, the old and the young were chatting and playing tennis. They looked leisurely and joyful. They didn't know that they were coming to the game. Those who didn't know thought it was the grandfather and grandson. Tennis entertainment too!

Seeing this scene, Shiba Saori, Tangerine and Apricot were speechless, and stopped cheering on Wei Yilin. He found a place to sit down and chat between women, oh not between women and girls.

There was no surprise in the mouth of the game. Wei Yilin won the game with a score of 6-1.

"Father, tennis is good!"

Before the net, Wei Yilin stretched out his right hand and gently held Qin Gengnian together.

"No matter how good it is, you still lose to this little guy?"

Qin Gennian said with a smile, without a trace of regret about losing.

In fact, as early as halfway through the fight, he was a little dysfunctional. Although his skills were good, he was too old to keep up with his physical strength. If Wei Yilin hadn't deliberately slowed down the rhythm, he couldn't finish the sentence.

"Why? It's true that the old man always grows stronger."

Wei Yilin said sincerely, it is definitely not an exaggeration to have such a healthy body at this age.

"It's not like you young people! By the way, which school did you go to? Why haven't you seen you play tennis before?" Qin Gengnian said slowly, but suddenly he started to read where Wei Yilin was studying. Interest.

"Well, in the island country, my parents used to work there, so I stayed there to study!"

Wei Yilin told the truth, there is nothing wrong with it.

"Oh! No wonder!"

Qin Gennian nodded, until Wei Yilin did not have any bad thoughts because of Wei Yilin studying in the island country. After all, there are too many such situations.

"Right! Little guy, are you interested in..."

Qin Gengnian seemed to have thought of something, and was about to talk to Wei Yilin, but just halfway through the conversation, a sudden sound interrupted him.

"dad!!!"

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ps: There is only one update today!Bring it back to pack up things and prepare to go home tomorrow.

In addition, let me say in advance that since it is far away from home, it may be very late when I get home tomorrow. If it is not possible to update it, I hope I will forgive you.

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Chapter 12 The Last Round

"dad!!!"

This sudden sound not only attracted Qin Gengnian's gaze, but also made Wei Yilin couldn't help but glance in the direction of the sound.

That person was probably a middle-aged man in his forties, with a slightly looming crow's feet in the corner of his eyes, as if he had been in a high position for a long time, with a majesty that ordinary people could hardly see directly.Of course, this kind of majesty is no different from Wei Yilin. As a warrior, how could he be frightened by this kind of majesty?

However, what interests him is that this person's appearance is clearly similar to that of Qin Gengnian next to him, and his gaze is also looking straight next to him.

Glancing at Old Man Qin, Wei Yilin suddenly found that Qin Gengnian's expression at this time was a little weird, as if surprised, unbelievable, and embarrassed.

"What's the matter? Old man."

Wei Yilin joked a little bit funny. It was clear that Qin Gennian didn't tell his family that he had come to participate in the game, and he was caught by his son on the spot.

An angry glance at Wei Yilin, Qin Gengnian was not angry because of this, because at this time he could no longer care about Wei Yilin's ridicule.

"Xiang Tian, ​​why are you here?"

Qin Gengnian said, an old face flushed red, as if he was discovered by his wife in the brothel in ancient times. There was an embarrassment that could not be concealed.

Hearing that, a helpless smile appeared on the face of the middle-aged man named Xiangtian by Qin Gengnian. The majestic aura all over his body disappeared for a moment, and even his tone of voice was helpless.

"Dad! You said you came to participate in these young people's activities at such an old age, what if you accidentally hurt your body? Mom told me when she left..."

A lot of things like educating his own son came out of the middle-aged man’s mouth. Although it sounds nagging, Wei Yilin also heard it. It’s clearly a son’s concern for his father. And listening to this, it seems that Qin Gengnian's character is a bit like the old naughty boy in the novel The Legend of Condor Shooting Heroes, a lot of age and he likes to play very much.

The middle-aged man said this for a few minutes. Wei Yilin saw Qin Gengnian's expression of humility and teaching and knew that she didn't take it to heart, just like opening to help him, but who knows Qin Gengnian I can't stand it first.

"I know, I know! Xiang Tian, ​​I promise I will never do it again in the future! Okay? You said you are not young anymore, why are you nagging like your mother was alive?" Qin Gennian said speechlessly, obviously no less before. Listen to my son so'educate' himself.

"Right! Xiang Tian, ​​let me introduce to you." Qin Gengnian suddenly thought of something, pulling Wei Yilin to Qin Xiangtian, "This is the opponent I met in this game. It’s also a friend, Wei Yilin. His tennis is very good. How about letting him participate in the youth tennis selection?"

"What? Father, why did it get on me?"

Wei Yilin was speechless, isn't this old man being educated by his son?Why did it happen to him suddenly?

"Ok."

Qin Gengengxin gave a hum, and glanced at Wei Yilin slightly. He didn't know whether he agreed or disagreed with the youth tennis selection that Mr. Qin said. Then he said to Qin Gengnian: "Dad, we should go home. Up."