Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

Chapter 122: Tacit understanding is acquired, not inherited by blood.
Because it was a father-son game and a grudge game, Chu Zihang brought the best equipment - two thousand-yuan badminton rackets, and tried to perform exceptionally today. Even if he couldn't beat Master Xia to shit, he still had to show his attitude. .

Xia Di, on the other hand, was much more casual, still using a pair of rackets he bought casually in the supermarket a few days ago, which together amounted to more than double digits.

It was only at this time that Fingel realized that he was called to be a referee. Unfortunately, he thought he was going to introduce him to a place to live or arrange an office location, but he didn't expect that he was here to be a tool man again.

Lu Mingfei, who seemed to be warming up seriously, was quietly looking at his senior brother's biological father, as if he wanted to see what secrets he had hidden in him, but Chu Tianjiao caught his eyes that he thought he was hiding.

Chu Tianjiao looked at the boy who was a little stronger than last week, and felt that Xia Di wouldn't be able to run away if he said "Dad" today.

He still remembered that this little guy's skills were at the level of someone who had just learned how to hold a racket, and anyone who came to him would be beaten.

Faced with a guaranteed win, he thought it was necessary to add some bonuses, so he approached Xia Di and discussed the conditions: "The dry fight is too monotonous. How about adding another condition? If you lose, you can make up for it in the subsequent novels." over?"

This thief said that he did not save the manuscript, so it would definitely take a lot of time to finish all the subsequent volumes of the three novels. This condition can not only reduce the time he has to contact his son, but also benefit the readers. It can be said that Kill two birds with one shot.

"Then you lost." Xia Di grabbed the racket and swung it in the air a few times, then looked at him: "Is it possible to quit your job and become my full-time driver?"

"As long as the salary is paid, I will throw my resignation letter on the boss's desk tomorrow." Chu Tianjiao was very confident, as if he was sure that he would never lose.

It's a pity that Xia Di has already seen through his sinister intentions: "I am a writer of novels. I can stay away from home for ten days and a half. What use do you have?"

This old boy still wants to find a chance to stay by his side, but there is no way.

"Then what do you say?"

"I owe it now, and we'll talk about it later when we have the chance."

"Don't go too far."

"I won't go any further than you."

"Row."

So the matter was settled, and the game soon began.

On both sides, there are children standing in the front and adults in the back.

"Brother, I will not show mercy." Lu Mingfei looked extremely serious, as if he was determined to go all out to win the game.

Chu Zihang guessed that Master Xia had coerced and lured him again, so he gave him a look of anticipation.

"boom!"

The badminton butt was lightly slapped by the racket, and it crossed the net dexterously and quickly.

It was a very serious serve. Chu Zihang easily caught it and flicked the ball to the unmanned side. However, Lu Mingfei, who had already predicted it, only took two steps to resolve the counterattack.

One serve after another, completely tearing away the falsehood of "Friendship first, competition second", Chu Zihang swung the racket again, and the badminton ball was just two centimeters away from hitting the net, and went straight to the tip of his junior's ear at an extremely fast speed. tip.

Lu Mingfei didn't have time to block, so he decisively deflected the ball and missed it, and Uncle Xia made up for it.

Xia Di lunged forward and hit the ball back with his backhand. The badminton flew toward the open space at a faster speed. Chu Zihang didn't even have time to retract the shot and return to defense. Fortunately, Chu Tianjiao didn't drop the chain and swung the ball back. The speed was no faster than Xia Di. Dickson is not the least bit sexy.

Comrade Lao Chu knew very well that the persimmon had to be picked softly, and the ball was always aimed at Lu Mingfei, just to make him busy and unable to catch the ball.

After the two attacks just now, he could see that Lu Mingfei was no longer the newbie who was randomly ravaged last week. He was probably trained by the old Jiangbei thieves.

So in order to prevent accidents, he had to mess up the opponent's rhythm first. It would be best if the opponent's children made frequent low-level mistakes and hindered Xia Di's performance.

What, do you think it would be shameless to bully a child like this?
Sorry, there is no right or wrong in the adult world, only gains and losses!
Lu Mingfei's little face suffered two sudden attacks in just 2 seconds, which made him wonder if he had been touched by Lao Xia Tou's hair gel hand before he came. Otherwise, he would not be able to explain why his face was so attractive.

He quickly lowered his head to avoid a ball directed at Tianling Gai, letting Uncle Xia take over.

Because of the angle, this was a low ball. If Lu Mingfei had dealt with it by himself, he would have hit it high. However, Master Xia just swung the ball with his forehand and stabilized the ball at a height that was slightly higher than the net.

However, as soon as the ball passed the net, it was shot down by Chu Zihang who was waiting for a chance, and it fell hard towards the ground.

The Bingshan boy knew very well that Master Xia's strength was unfathomable, so he took precautions early and caught his junior brother off guard when he raised his head and scored first. "Wonderful!" Fingel clapped perfunctorily and flipped the red scoreboard to indicate that the score was valid.

Just now, Lu Mingfei actually stretched out his racket to save the badminton when it landed, but unfortunately the ball passed through the bottom of the net.

Chu Tianjiao lifted the badminton with a light hook and praised: "It's a good game. It seems that we have a high degree of tacit understanding."

Chu Zihang glanced at him, took the ball and said nothing.

There was no tacit understanding between the two just now, but he was too late to save the ball.

Lu Mingfei, who lost points due to carelessness, squinted his eyes. He was not frustrated or angry. He was just leaning forward slightly, with the racket in front of him, waiting for the opponent to serve.

The game has just begun, and the only thing is to come back from falling behind.

The smell of gunpowder on the court was getting stronger. Chu Zihang served, and Lu Mingfei followed suit and hit the ball towards his senior brother's head, trying to force him to dodge.

But Nai He didn't use much force and the ball wasn't fast enough, so it was easily blocked.

This time, Chu Zihang didn't stare at his junior brother's face and hit him. Once he was on guard, this trick would no longer work easily, and he directly hit the ball to the side.

Lu Mingfei did not move, letting the badminton pass by him, and was then pulled back by Uncle Xia.

As if to reciprocate, Master Xia's ball was aimed at Chu Zihang's chest, but the young man who had been holding the racket to his face only had to flick the ball back with his backhand.

But the moment the ball flew out, he realized something was wrong. The angle of the ball was a bit high.

The next moment, Master Xia reached the halfway point and his raised arm came down hard like a whip.

There was a crisp "pop" sound, and the classic smash came.

The ball hit very low, almost grazing the net, and headed straight for Chu Zihang's thigh.

The young man took a step back, flicked the racket in his hand and blocked the ball, but the angle was still artificially high.

Lu Mingfei rushed to the net, pushed lightly with his right hand, and dropped the badminton towards the dead corner.

At the critical moment, Chu Tianjiao arrived, hoisted the ball and landed it on the overlapping path of the two opponents. He deliberately hit a high ball, intending to induce Lu Mingfei to raise his racket and retreat to catch the ball. He collided with Xia Di, who was raising his racket to meet him. Together.

Because the speed and height of the ball were both at a level where the young man could jump up and catch the ball after taking one step back, Chu Tianjiao bet that he would step into his own trap to make up for his mistake just now.

The scheming adult smiled, but soon his smile froze on his face.

Indeed, Lu Mingfei retreated as he expected, and also made a move to jump, but this was just an illusion. Behind the boy, Master Xia jumped high into the sky and made a violent smash, and a sound like exploding firecrackers could be heard. All over the badminton hall.

Chu Tianjiao, who had excellent eyesight, could clearly see the badminton spinning in the air, and even the traces of the racket on his head were clearly visible. He accurately judged that the ball's landing point was between himself and his son, and decisively turned around.

"Snapped!"

The two badminton rackets collided. The Chu father and son looked at each other speechlessly, and there was only embarrassment in the air...

Fingel silently scored a point for the blue side.

Picking up the badminton that fell at his feet, Chu Zihang threw it to Junior Brother Lu, who was trying to hold back his laughter, and then stood still as if nothing had happened.

"Uh... it was a mistake, haha." Chu Tianjiao didn't expect the slap in the face to come so quickly. He said that the father and son had a perfect understanding of each other, but in the next second they made a mistake in cooperating, and the trap he originally designed was used on him.

"Old Chu, what's going on?" Xia Di put his hand on Xiaolu's shoulder and teased: "Is it because your body's reaction is faster than your brain's? When you see the ball, you hit the ball without even thinking about it. Has it passed?"

These words touched Chu Tianjiao's heart. He had indeed swung the racket subconsciously just now and forgot to observe whether his son was synchronized with his movements.

"This is another manifestation of the tacit understanding between father and son."

He comforted himself like this.

(End of this chapter)