Lin Yue took off his suit jacket, glanced at Lilian who didn't say a word, and walked towards the court. Wang Yong was holding a tennis ball in his hand, throwing it on the ground while making small movements unique to those who played hip-hop.
"I heard that Teacher Wang usually engages in music?"
Wang Yongzheng said: "What? Has Teacher Zhang done any research on this? I thought you spent all your time writing suggestions for the department and helping the department secretary make reports."
"I really don't have time to study this." Lin Yue smiled slightly and said nothing more.
This tone is full of a sense of superiority. For Wang Yongzheng, the second-generation aspiring rich man who is constantly pursuing his dreams, the efforts made by others to stay in school are called having no pattern, being mediocre, boring, utilitarian, and low. burst.
This was almost the flip-flop when Jiang Nansun and Zhu Suosuo faced Yuan Yuan.
In the TV series, Zhang Anren is always polite to Wang Yongzheng. For a competitor who is a stumbling block in the pursuit of a good life, he is already very qualified and polite to this extent, right? How did Wang Yongzheng respond to him? In front of his girlfriend and her family, he is said to have no structure and is a waste. Wang Yongzheng refused to teach Lillian how to play, so Professor Dong could only support Zhang Anren's strong young man. As a result, Wang Yongzheng mocked Zhang Anren for not having self-awareness. A mediocre person actually taught tennis to a national second-level athlete who started playing tennis at the age of four.
Later, when Zhang Anren moved out of the staff apartment, it can be seen that Wang Yongzheng would take the band members back to the dormitory to write songs and have parties.
You must know that it is a staff apartment with a very high population density. If you have a gathering and sing and play in a place like this, won't it affect the study and rest of your neighbors?
For such an uneducated, arrogant, and unruly guy, why should Zhang Anren feel guilty when he reported him for secretly changing paint? Why are you crying?
Lin Yue couldn't understand that such a bitch had to be mutilated even if he didn't die to be in line with the core values of equality, humility and friendliness, right? I really don’t know whether it’s better to call Zhang Anren kind or cowardly.
In his opinion, for people like Wang Yongzheng, if Zhang Anren was shrewd enough and hypocritical enough, he should have punished him to death. For Jiang Nansun, he should have added insult to injury and made her suffer. Why did he let Professor Dong secretly stuff money into her? Green tea bitch? She spent a lot of money on her to fall in love, and after the breakup, the responsibility was placed on her head, but she still helped her in obscurity?
Does the screenwriter want to tell the audience that honest people should use it as a chamber pot?
"You serve."
Wang Yongzheng caught the ball bouncing on the ground and threw it to Lin Yue. He walked to the other side of the court with a tennis racket, jumped a few times with his feet, moved his shoulder joints, and winked at Jiang Nansun with a provocative look.
Lin Yue squinted his eyes, threw the tennis ball up, stood on his toes slightly, and slammed the racket hard.
The turquoise tennis ball turned into a bolt of lightning and crossed the midfield. Wang Yongzheng was caught off guard before he could get into his posture, and the tennis ball hit his chest hard.
Cough cough cough
Wang Yongzheng's face flashed with pain, and he squatted down with his hands on his chest.
"Wang Yongzheng, are you okay?" Jiang Nansun ran over with a worried look on his face.
"It's okay, I was just unprepared and gave him a blow." Wang Yongzheng gasped twice and got up from the ground despite the pain.
Jiang Nansun turned to look at Lin Yue and said angrily: "Zhang Anren, you are shameless!"
"He picks up girls on the court, but it makes me shameless? A bitch like you can always find reasons to blame people you don't like. What, you don't accept it? If you don't accept it, come and fight me." He looked at He glanced at Lilian standing next to him: "How about... let's have a mixed doubles match between men and women?"
Wang Yongzheng quickly pulled Jiang Nansun behind him: "She doesn't know how to play tennis. I was careless just now. Come again."
"Okay, you serve this time." Lin Yue made a "please" gesture.
Wang Yongzheng asked Jiang Nansun to step back. He took a few steps forward with the ball, tried to get as close to Lin Yue's position, threw the ball, put his feet on the ground, and quickly jumped up to dunk, with the racket carrying a low sound. Howl hits the tennis ball.
The ball shot out with electricity.
Wang Yong swung the racket with all his strength, thinking that he would retaliate against Lin Yue, but he did not expect that almost the moment he swung the racket, the person on the opposite side took corresponding actions. When the ball flew past the midfield, it passed by Within a meter of the boundary, he was hit by a bat from the opposite direction. It flew back with greater force than before, and hit him hard in the face with a pop.
Everyone around saw this scene. The rich second generation who was a regular at the tennis hall, had good skills and was very popular with women, let out a scream in mid-air, fell backwards, and hit the plastic court hard.
"Wang Yongzheng!"
Jiang Nansun was anxious and quickly took a few steps forward. He ran to his side and took a look. He found that the entire right side of his face was blue, and there were streaks of blood near his mouth. It was obvious that the injury was serious.
She pushed him a few times but there was no response. She turned her hateful gaze to Lin Yue: "Zhang Anren!"
Lin Yue opened the net, walked to the other side, and picked up the bloodshot tennis ball on the ground: "Wang Yongzheng, I didn't expect your skills to be so poor. If I had known that you preferred to catch the ball with your face than the racket, I would have I won’t fight you.”
The surrounding audience was speechless and hurt.
Is there such a crowd? To have Wang Yongzheng do what he did and still act like it's not my fault, it's your fault, is too venomous.
The key point is, there is no reason to tell him. It rarely happens that your face is bruised by playing ball, but it is not unheard of. He insisted that it was not intentional, and there was nothing they could do if the police came. The most he could do was to persuade Zhang Anren to pay some symbolic compensation for medical expenses based on moral principles. After all, it is normal to have bumps and bruises in various ball sports. If you participate voluntarily, it means Be willing to take the risks that come with it.
"Hey, are you awake?" Lin Yue ignored the faces of the audience with different emotions, leaned into the ear of Wang Yongzheng, who had just woken up and had not yet fully recovered, and whispered: "I really didn't come to harass Jiang Nansun and Lilian. I'm here to harass you." After he finished, he patted his shoulder and said, "Thank you for giving me this opportunity. Let me recover well. Let's discuss it again in a while."
Others didn't hear what he said, but Jiang Nansun heard it.
"Zhang Anren, I am really blind. How could I have fallen in love with such a thing like you in the first place."
"I should be the one who said this." Lin Yue clapped his hands and stood up, threw the tennis ball to Lilian, went over and put his arm around her waist and walked out: "I heard that your dad has already submitted the project to the boutique hotel. The department asked me to revise the list of participants and removed me.”
Lillian looked confused.
"You don't even give me the face of my mentor. Your dad must have adopted someone's opinion. Is this person you, or is it Wang Yongzheng, the green tea man?" Lin Yue paused and said, "In this case, I don't have to Save your father’s face.”
"No, please... don't, I really don't know about this." Lilian looked at him with a pleading look on her face.
"I am a very utilitarian person." Lin Yue said: "Your father attacked me first, so I don't care if I don't fight back. You... know what to do. We discussed this issue last time."
Of course Lilian knew what he was thinking.
If her father messes with him, he will mess with her father's daughter, or the whole thing will be a big news.
Yes, it's all Wang Yongzheng's fault. If this guy hadn't whispered in her father's ears, things wouldn't have gotten to this point.
Of course, she was also responsible. She thought that by performing a play in the school cafeteria as agreed between the two of them, she would be able to keep her peace in the future. After all, defrauding scientific research funds and accepting project kickbacks was really serious. Let’s put it out there, the relationship between father and daughter will be awkward, and it’s best to have a smooth transition. But God knows where Wang Yongzheng made the mistake. It was clearly Zhang Anren and Dai Qian who couldn't get along, so he insisted on stepping in the middle and dragging her father down.
Pig teammate, he is really a pig teammate who will die if he doesn’t hold back...
Lin Yue put his hand on her lower back, tilted his head slightly while walking towards the exit, and said in a voice that many people could hear: "I heard that you are a national second-level athlete, your body flexibility should be good, right? One-zip horse Is that possible? This is my favorite."
The already stuffy tennis hall became even stuffier.
Several students from the School of Architecture looked at Wang Yongzheng and then at the two people who had disappeared over there, thinking that handsome guy Wang had lost his wife and lost his army today. The key was that someone was taking the salary out of the cauldron. It was Zhang Anren who came from the countryside. It's a bit shameful for an honest man who always pleases this and that to take the next step.
"Where is my mobile phone?" As a rich second generation, Wang Yongzheng had never experienced this before, and endured the pain to find his mobile phone.
"What are you looking for for your phone? I think you should see a doctor."
"No, I have to tell Professor Dong what happened here."
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