Senior Sister Salt Department is Only Sweet To Me

In a friendly match, the throbbing adolescent boys and girls were all excited and cheered for their favorite goddess and goddesses there.

There are also those who value great love and think that only good-looking ones can give each other happiness, and those who give up their selfish desires and shout together.

In the cheers of the two protagonists, at the last second of the timing, when the audience was sweating, there was a climax push. The school grass pointed to the ball with cross steps and stepped back, stepping on the second to tie the score. .

The audience was silent for a second, followed by a deafening scream.

It was too exciting, the score between the two was always at a stalemate, Meng Han maintained an equal score with the school grass, and then surpassed a goal, was tied, and exceeded a stable situation by a goal, faintly pressing the school grass a little.

Such a small and occasional difference.

Meng Han's worry was overtaken by a mistake.

On the other side of the school grass, they were worried that a wrong score really opened the distance, and they would never be able to catch up.

The fans on both sides were so nervous that they didn't dare to come out, and they just kept shouting cheers, as if the louder they shouted, the more powerful the players who were cheered on on the field.

Fortunately, the final result was a draw.

All are happy.

Next came another group of players, two boys.

Sure enough, after the enthusiasm of the scene was stoked by the previous pair, the scene remained in a state of excitement. The players and the audience were very excited, and they were on the verge of breaking out.

Shen Muyang had no interest anymore. She knew nothing about tennis, and she was watching Meng Han, not a ghost match.

Unconsciously, she glanced at Meng Han, who was resting on the side. She sat there and wiped off her sweat with a towel. A group of boys and girls gathered around to send water. She didn't pay any attention. Those students were also conscious, but they were not far or near. Standing on the ground, no one dared to go to her.

Looking at it from such a distance, Shen Muyang could feel the immortal aura lingering on Meng Han's body, and the aura of alienation that mortals should not get close to.

After appreciating her senior's beauty for a while, Shen Muyang saw Meng Han standing up again, thinking that she was going to leave after resting, but unexpectedly, she turned a corner and walked to another court next to her.

At the same time, there was also a contestant on the opposite side, a girl, with a super high appearance, but her whole body was full of arrogance and arrogance, like the kind of social sister who is rambunctious.

What's the situation? Two games in a row?

Shen Muyang sighed a little distressed, this time without Ran Ran's explanation, she also understood.

As the school's number one man, the teacher would give full play to Meng Han's popularity, one match with the school and another with the beauties. The highlights and discussion points of this competition are basically enough.

But it's hard work, and the physical exertion must be great.

"Come on Meng Han!"

The cheering of the fans on the court was even more fierce than on the court, and it seemed that they were a little distressed.

"I'll go to her uncle! This game is still hitting people!" Shen Muyang finally couldn't help but let out a foul language after ten minutes of the game.

Zhu Yu and Guan Moran were taken aback. Are they the same as the gentle and patient baby at noon?

Don't complain about Shen Muyang's temper, she feels that her character has improved a lot since she was reborn.

But it was Meng Han who was standing in this match. If she could endure this, then she could really soar.

The first ball can be understood as a passionate start, and the second ball is barely understood as a positive challenge, but what are the three, four, five, six or seven **** in the back?

That social sister hits a ball harder than the other, basically jumping up and smashing the ball, the kind of deadly force, and every time she makes a "ha" full of anger, she can swing it, if she has a head in front of her Cow, it is estimated that it can be beaten to death in one beat.

It's all girls, is that necessary?

You just respect the game, and you can play with your skills. Why don’t you go to the school gates for supper stalls when you are so fond of brute force?

Especially when Meng Han had just finished a game and his physical strength was already at a disadvantage, isn't it a little shameless?

It's a real win.

Guan Moran's eyes were also a little red, the little girl was also holding the fire, and she was wronged again, and pulled her sleeve, "Xiao Yang."

Shen Muyang reluctantly suppressed the anger, her eyes were very stubborn, after all, the game was played by Meng Han, and people were still playing on it. How could she be an unknown person? Could it be that she rushed up and yelled to stop the game?

"Who is that person across from Senior Sister Meng Han?"

Compared with these two people, Zhu Yu is much calmer, "The eighth place on the top ten beauties in this school, known as Sister Rong, has a very fierce temper, and she is not ambiguous when she cleans up the gangsters outside. Many girls in the school have been seen by her bravely, and she has a good reputation. , it's just that she can't get along with Senior Sister Meng Han, but it's just her unilateral hostility."

Shen Muyang is a little confused, no, does this sound like a pretty good person?

Then why can't you get along with Meng Han?

After thinking for a while, I consciously understood the true meaning, girls, especially those of this age, probably because of her beauty, she was a little speechless, "Then she is the eighth in the beauty list, she should go to kill 765,432 first, and the promotion can't be done step by step. , and even brought a leapfrog challenge to directly fight the first one?"

Zhu Yu shook his head, "No, Sister Rong is arrogant and arrogant. She thinks that the ranking is blind, and everyone in front of her is a vase. Only Senior Sister Meng Han has the qualifications to be her opponent."

Shen Muyang was startled, "What's wrong with the vase? Isn't the row of beauties just based on their appearance? Besides, why does she think Senior Sister Meng Han doesn't have a vase?"

Zhu Yu turned his head and gave her a look like a mental retardation.

It was only then that Shen Muyang realized what a stupid question he had asked. Can the most famous person on campus be a vase?

Her words are equivalent to scolding the people of their school for trash.

Guan Moran, as a little fan girl of Meng Han, a walking Meng Han who knows everything, explained to her, "Sister Meng Han is the first in her grade in terms of study, and none of the other beauties are in the top 100 in her grade. In terms of sports, everyone in tennis. I know, I have a bunch of awards in my hand, and in terms of music, the piano has been fully graded, the music is very good, and it is very aura."

Shen Muyang said "Ah." In fact, she knew all this.

But there was something she didn't know, Guan Moran suddenly lowered the volume, "But the most important point is."

It turned out that this social sister and Meng Han both learned tennis from a teacher. Meng Han went in later than her and had to call her senior sister. But Meng Han's talent is better than her, and she surpassed her status in just one year after entering the door.

At that time, there was a very influential competition - Qiyi Junior Tennis League.

Originally, she was the seed player of the division, but the master valued this later junior sister more. She was quite unconvinced. As a result, Meng Han won the championship in one fell swoop, and she came third, which proved the master's vision. A mortal enemy.

In the following competitions, she was always unable to reach Meng Han's ranking, and she was even farther and farther away. In the city women's tennis tournament where Meng Han became famous, she couldn't even get into the circle.

Therefore, every time she has a chance to play against Meng Han, she will definitely be the first to sign up.

Guan Moran pointed to the court, "As you can see now, her advantage lies in the balance of strength and skills, while Senior Sister Meng Han is a little weaker, so she always smashes the ball, and basically all hits flat. Ball, high pressure ball."

Shen Muyang's words sounded a little embarrassing.

Therefore, this social sister is a hateful person and has pitiful features. Her nature is kind. Compared with her stepmother and step sister, she doesn't know how much better it is. The desire to win or lose is dominated by self-esteem, so it is no wonder that Meng Han ignores her, and she can't get through it unilaterally.

Focusing on returning to the field, Meng Han has already opened up the score a lot.

Sister Social played so hard that she couldn't bear it, but Meng Han was too skilled and always picked tricky angles to fight, making Sister Social exhausted and panting even more than Meng Han who played two games in a row exaggerate.

In the end, Meng Han also found the right time to hit an almost perverted fastball.

Sister Societe's physical strength has reached the limit, and she tried her best to think about what to do next, but she stumbled and fell to the ground, thus losing the game.

After hearing that "Mixin", Shen Muyang couldn't bear to read it.

Sister Societies were soaked with sweat, and she was the most embarrassed of all the players on the court. Now she was still struggling on the ground for a long time because of exhaustion.

Ugh.

Shen Muyang sighed.

"Xiao Yang, will you accompany me to deliver water to Senior Sister Meng Han?"

"Ah?" Shen Muyang was immersed in pity and had no time to pull away, his wrist was held by Guan Moran and ran towards Meng Han's direction.

Once again, he has successfully squeezed into the water supply army.

Meng Han had just walked back to the rest area, put on a large towel and sat down, half-closed his eyes and panted, the group of Ulla surrounded by them seemed to her not to exist, with a tired expression.

Shen Muyang hid in the crowd and could look at Meng Han unscrupulously.

But at a certain moment, Meng Han suddenly raised his eyes to meet hers.

In this pile of red, blue and white school uniforms, one would have to be blind, and the precision was unbelievable.

Shen Muyang gave her a stunned look, and then she saw Meng Han's eyes glide, obviously glanced at her hand, which was empty, and when he looked into her eyes again, the eyes were a little more meaningful.

Disgust, dissatisfaction, and a little bit of resentment, as if to say - I just invited you to eat powder, you just watched me play for so long, and I don't even give you a bottle of water?

The author has something to say: Shen Muyang: Sister, I was wrong. Drink as much water as you want, and drink as much water as you want, and I will give it to you even if I go bankrupt.

Meng Han raised his eyebrows: Are you serious? Any amount of water will do, so can yours?

Shen Muyang was at a loss: Huh?

Please take a leave, tomorrow should not be changed, continue the day after tomorrow~