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Chapter 101:
For more than half a year, the number of times the two people got close with each other has not been a hundred or even dozens of times. This is the result of Huo Yunchuan's scrupulous physical condition and deliberate repression.
After all, this physique doesn't match up with being strong, with thin arms and legs, it looks vulnerable in Huo Yunchuan's eyes.
"Forget it." Huo Yunchuan wanted to take advantage of the holiday to treat himself well, but the other party will go to Shangda to play tomorrow, although he certainly doesn't have to play: "I owe it first, I'll talk about it after the game."
The unsatisfied man got off the bed and walked into the bathroom carelessly.
"..." An Wuhang was speechless for a while, but thanked him for speaking tonight in my heart.
As a herbivore who usually has a very weak **, An Wuhao couldn't understand the feeling of the other party desperately needing bed work.
Maybe it's not that old?
"Q is big, right? I'll accompany you tomorrow." Huo Yunchuan said by the bed, his tone beyond doubt.
"Huh?" An Wuhao uttered a daunting syllable.
"I said I'll accompany you." Huo Yunchuan said: "Is my brain stupid by Dun Dun?"
"No." An Wuhao gritted his teeth and thought to himself, he was obviously fooled by you: "Okay." In fact, I always go home on weekends, so it's rare to have the opportunity to go for a walk with two people.
"Then I will send a message to the president." An Wuhao said.
Community WeChat group.
An Wushao: @张社长, President, I will leave for Q University tomorrow. I want to bring someone, okay?
Zhang Er replied: It is better not to bring irrelevant personnel.
Safe and sound: My husband! He can play tennis and won the runner-up.
Seeing the information of the club rookie, Zhang Er's heart moved. As far as he knows, the rookie's husband is the president of Huo's?
What is this concept?
It's definitely a good cut!
Zhang Er said immediately: "OK, you can bring him here."
On the first morning of the long holiday, at eight o'clock, at the gate of the business.
Many students now go home, including some members of the tennis club, so the number is scarce, and some cheerleaders with a small number of people are needed, such as Xiao Tiantian.
However, An Wuhao's sense of mission didn't feel that he was slacking down on the number of people.
So Huo Yunchuan carried three people, Zhang Er drove three people, two cars and eight people, and drove to Q Da.
When they arrived at the destination, the eight men all dressed in sportswear, with tennis rackets in their hands, looked like they were looking for fault.
Huo always accompanies the little angels as a cheerleader. At 31st of this year, he put on sportswear and immediately became much younger than the usual appearance in formal wear.
About Mo seemed to be in his early twenties.
Standing with An Wuhao, who was wearing the same sportswear, didn't seem abrupt.
It's just that Huo Yunchuan is as taciturn as ever, not speaking easily, and speaking is the focus of decision-making.
Several business college students in the same company all knew his identity, and as an innocent classmate and alumnus, they didn't have any ideas about it.
What everyone should do is no different from usual.
"They're here." Zhang Er called, got the location, and led a group of people on foot.
An Wuhao and Huo Yunchuan walked behind.
"Hey, our president has won the junior men's championship, very good, right?" The shorter man poked the taller next door.
Huo Yunchuan raised his eyebrows. This guy, in his own face, praise other men for being great, don't you want to die?
"Really?" It was obviously improper.
"Yes," An Wuhao held the racket and told him seriously the ins and outs of this friendship match: "It is said that the president of the Q big tennis club was the defeated player of our president a few years ago, so I have always wanted to organize another one. Games."
He touched his chin and said in thought: "A person like me who has no competitive spirit really doesn't understand the difference between losing and winning?"
Zhang Er heard the rookie's mutter in front, raised his chin and turned his head and said, "Of course there is a difference. It is a shame to lose to others, understand?"
"Um..." So serious?
"He's right." President Huo Da raised his hand to put the back of the little angel's head: "It is indeed a shame to lose to others."
On the Q campus during the holidays, there are also many students who have not left school.
Seeing this group of handsome guys whose faces were above the average line of travel, they looked at them more and even took out their mobile phones to take pictures.
Soon, the two gangs gathered on the court.
Q University is worthy of being a prestigious school, and the place for people's activities is much better than their pitifully small stadium.
But Zhang Er doesn't have a sense of inferiority. Although the Q big stadium is big, but it's about the defeat of his opponent?
At this time, Zhang Er went to negotiate, and the cheerleader stayed in the stands.
An Wuhao appreciates sincerely: "The president is really confident."
No matter where he is, he is as proud as a peacock... Wait, and afterwards, I realized that my attention to the president was unusual.
After thinking about it, he finally solved the mystery.
Isn't this kind of president like Huo Yunchuan in his youth?
"It seems that you really admire him." Huo Yunchuan didn't know what An Wuhao's head was thinking, he only trusted his ears.
"It's better to say that I admire you." An Wuhao said, "Don't you think our president looks like you when you were a teenager?"
Huo Yunchuan glanced at the peacock-like Zhang Er, and said coldly: "No."
An innocent eyes stared at the court intently, and when he saw the president taking out his racket to warm up, he immediately became excited: "President! Come on!"
The whole audience looked at him immediately.
Zhang Er twitched the corners of his mouth: "Little rookie..." Not only the dishes are a bit silly!
"Tsk tsk, is that a member of your club?" The opponent came over: "Aren't you very demanding of the players? When did you fall to the point of picking up tatters?"
"Tattered?" Zhang Erpi looked at him without a smile, then looked back at the young man sitting next to the rookie: "What should I do, I think I can kill you at any time."
Opponent: "You!"
Still stiff mouth at the end of his death.
"Calm down, okay?" Huo Yunchuan locked the excited boy back in his arms, hoping that the little angel would snuggle up to watch a ball quietly, instead of shouting for other men, he would be crazy.
"Oh, kick-off!" An Wuhao obediently leaned on her husband and looked at the court intently.
Contrary to him, the faces of the other players did not show any excitement.
Senior Lian was worried and frowned.
After three rounds of kick-offs, Huo Yunchuan said lightly: "Your president has an injury on his hand, it's not your opponent's opponent."
"Huh?" An Wuhao looked at him in surprise.
When Senior Lian heard it next to him, he also looked surprised: "Mr. Huo, can you tell?" Yes, their president has an injury on his hand and cannot play high-intensity matches.
"Why do you want to fight when you know that it is a losing game?" Huo Yunchuan rarely cares about other people's affairs with interest, instead of letting things develop regardless of his own.
Senior Lian hurriedly said: "I want to use this discussion to accept the fact that I was injured, just to adjust my mentality and don't mind who the opponent is."
An Wushu thoughtfully, admiring the president's consciousness very much: "I think he is still great even if he loses this game."
"The third time." Huo Yunchuan gave the little angel a particularly dangerous look.
Eat this kind of flying vinegar too!
An Wuhui was very helpless, but he did not dare to continue to challenge the man's nerves: "Well, let's watch the ball carefully."
As soon as the voice fell, the young man standing on the court, in order to receive a dangerous ball, the tennis racket in his hand dropped out and flew out of the court out of control.
The players in the stands all stood up, showing worried expressions.
"Do you still need a comparison?" the opponent said condescendingly, looking at the a little confused youth.
"I really don't know what you are crying?" Zhang Er smiled ironically, and turned his aching wrist: "You knew my hand was hurt?"
Otherwise, there will be two years left in the middle, why wait until the third year to make an appointment?
"Heh." The man said: "The process is not important, the important thing is the result, the result now is that you lose."
"Tsk..." Zhang Er glanced at the figure coming from a distance, showing a look of surprise.
The opponent followed his gaze and turned his head, holding his arm and raising his eyebrows: "Why? I also found a helper?" Everyone did not speak, and he said pretentiously: "It seems that your business university wants to lose completely."
Zhang Er thought disdainfully, stupid, that's not a student of the University of Commerce.
With such a big tone, An Wuhao, who followed Huo Yunchuan, frowned and thought, feeling a little uncomfortable: "Yunchuan, do you want to fight him?"
Huo Yunchuan hummed unnecessarily: "It's all right."
Holding the flying racket in his hand, he walked to Zhang Er and went back. Zhang Er did not stretch out his hand: "Mr. Huo, since it's here, move your muscles and bones too."
"Yes." An Wuhao echoed in a low voice, "Although this man won, but he has no demeanor at all. I think he owes a lesson."
"Yeah." Huo Yunchuan nodded in response.
A man who hasn't played tennis for more than ten years did a few warm-ups on the spot and said to the person opposite: "Let's get started."
An Wuhao and Zhang Er retreated outside the court.
"...He hasn't played tennis in more than ten years." Xiao Tiantian, who urged Dad Huo to play, signaled worry with a serious face.
"What?" Zhang Er's mouth twitched wildly.
Since Mr. Huo hasn't had much tennis in more than ten years! But the whole body exudes the aura of ‘I’m No. 1 in the world’, what's the matter?
In any case, the president of the Tennis Club of the University of Commerce has prepared all the members to be ashamed and thrown into the heart of Q University today, and has no hope for this friendship match.
In the stands, the other players had the same views, and only one of them said uncertainly: "I seem to have seen a report somewhere, saying that Mr. Huo used to be a tennis player..."
Were our first serve off the court.
Everyone opened their eyes wide and let out a surprised voice: "Ah..."
It turned out that Huo Yunchuan played very steadily, with no signs of handcraft at all, thanks to the result of occasionally reviewing tennis with the little angel during this period.
"!!!" Take the lead to score the next point.
When the president was extremely happy, he heard An Wuhao breathe out faintly next to him: "It turns out that his true level is like this, then I'm relieved."
Zhang Er couldn't control his curious mouth: "What do you mean?"
As a partner, the little rookie didn't even figure out the true level of Mr. Huo?
"Ah..." The little rookie scratched his head embarrassedly: "Sometimes he plays with me, he can't even catch my ball..."
However, An Wuhao thought that this was a pot that he hadn't beaten for more than ten years. Today, it seems that it is a question of being strong when it is strong!
What?
Mr. Huo, who is on the court, can't even catch the ball from the rookie?
fart!
Zhang Er rolled his eyes and thought, was that deliberate release of water? As a vigorous player who cares about winning or losing, he feels that Mr. Huo is simply a shame to a competitive person!
"Fortunately, he can show his strength when he meets a strong opponent." An Wuhao stroked his chin in thought.
Zhang Er answered in his heart, let's pull it down.
"Huh?" The little angel blinked his eyes and asked cautiously: "President, why did he change his hand?"
President Zhang, who was already unable to complain, simply kneeled: "..."
He felt that this newcomer to the club was really horribly ‘sweet’.
What is meant by exerting one's strength? That is obviously to let go, let go, let go!
The author has something to say:
President Zhang: If I have a daughter-in-law, hum! I have to be so coaxing