The Strongest Traverser

Of course, there is no such worry. Instead, he complained about why his height was so different from Mu Lin, who was obviously the same age.

However, from the outside, it does look like Ming is about half a head shorter than Mu Lin, which is indeed a very conspicuous gap.

Mu Lin and Arai stood on the tennis court respectively. There are many cherry trees, the national flower of Japan, planted on the campus. This time is when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom. When the wind blows the cherry blossoms flying around, this beautiful scene even dilutes the slightly solemn atmosphere on the court.

Arai proposed that two people score points independently, which means that no referee is needed, and the two people in the game judge the score by themselves. This method naturally has a lot of drawbacks. If someone on the court deliberately, they can make insidious tricks, such as making the ball played on the court judged as an out-of-bounds ball.

But Mu Lin didn't mind this little trick, so he just let him go.

In fact, what Mu Lin said before that he can't play tennis and has never learned to play tennis is true. His technical level of playing tennis only stops at sending out, and then being able to catch it when others come over. However, his skills are not strong now, but even if the opposite Arai may be placed in the tennis world in the future, he may not even count as a miscellaneous fish. It is even more useless to talk about Arai in the first grade. So no one bullied anyone like that.

Holding the racket, Mu Lin walked to the arena, looked at the opposite Arai, and took out a tennis ball from his pocket. Just now Arai said very arrogantly that he would win the game even if he let the starting game.

So it is Mu Lin who serves now.

Mu Lin bumped the ball in his hand, then threw it into the air, swinging it out. Lowered his head and smiled, it's simple, isn't it?

With Mu Lin's agility speed, strength and control, even if you first touch the movement, you don't have to worry about failing. What's more, he practiced tennis for a period of time a few days ago, and also read a lot of books about tennis. Although it's just on paper, it can also play a guiding role.

But actually it was the first time to play against people, so Moulin didn't have any bottom after the first ball was sent. As expected, the first ball was missed. Because the power is too big and the angle is wrong, it hits directly out of bounds.

"A rookie is a rookie, and he can't even play ball," Arai said with a mocking expression.

"Ah! Brother, is there really nothing going on?" He Ming looked worried on the sidelines.

"Don't worry, the show has just begun." Mu Lin himself didn't have any emotions resembling annoyance, and smiled leisurely to comfort Heming.

With this ball. He can probably figure out how much force, what angle, where to hit, and these data. After all, he has to get used to the feeling of standing on the court.

Mu Lin's character is not fierce enough, it doesn't mean that he is not competitive. I am afraid that as long as someone who has become his opponent, no one dares to think that he is not competitive. In fact, the reason for his lack of competitive ambition may only be due to insufficient reasons.

Mu Lin picked up the ball again, threw it up, and then swung it. This time it didn't go out of bounds, but was easily hit back by Huang Xing.

After feeling that he was able to control the ball through the return hits, Araisuo received the ball heavier and faster.

"Huh, how could this be? How did you do it?" Arai gasped tiredly, "a rookie, a rookie without any skills." Seeing Arai's appearance, there was a sense of gritted teeth inexplicably.

"Huh, so nervous!"

Seeing that Mu Lin is so powerful, he obviously didn't expect the peace on the sidelines, so he kept breathing and watching when the two people fought back. It wasn't until the two people stopped to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Go ahead! Set out the winners and losers, and let me see who is more qualified to teach others a bit."

After two rounds, Arai didn't even have the strength to hold the racket, and fell to the ground with a look of despair.

"Can you still stand up? If you can't stand up, even if I win this round. I'll give you what you said before, rookie."

In fact, the usual Mu Lin is far from being so aggressive, but it may be because for him, the slightly warm-up tennis aroused his eagerness a little bit.

"Heming, let's go! I have to go to the classroom today and submit an application for admission to the Tennis Club. I'm busy, don't you hurry?" said Mu Lin and walked forward. He Ming froze for a moment, and then quickly chased him.

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Class seven classrooms a year

The corner of the classroom was in chaos, Mu Lin knew about it after submitting the application for admission a few days ago. There are also two students in this semester class who are also very good at tennis, but they seem to be born with something wrong, and they can quarrel every time they meet.

"Wow, the two of them are quarreling again." There are many classmates around to join in the fun, but they dare not get too close.

Although they are in the same class and both are in the tennis club, Mu Lin and the other two students obviously have no communication. It's not a special treatment. In fact, Mu Lin was in this class, except for He Ming and a few girls who often dangled in front of her, the rest of the people were basically not very familiar.

Mu Lin looked gentle and polite on the surface, but in fact he was really taciturn. If no one takes the initiative to communicate with him, he might be able to sit there and enjoy his personal world.

But he didn't expect that the kid who had been following his **** before would become the monitor of his class. It's really unexpected. But when I think about it, apart from being fanatical in tennis, He Ming is very calm in other aspects, which is understandable.

"Stop! The teacher is here, class is about to start" a classmate in front of the door poked his head and looked outside while shouting toward the classroom.

The classmates in the room were in chaos. Then everyone sat in their place obediently before the teacher came in.

"What is this class?" Mu Lin tilted his head and asked Taocheng on his right.

"It seems to be an English class! It's really annoying! My English is not good."

"Thank you, it's actually okay." Mu Lin put away the textbook from the previous class and replaced it with an English textbook. In fact, it seems that because of the Japanese language, Japanese people have to worry a lot about learning English, especially compared to China. But this had no effect on Mu Lin. . ,,.