Boyfriend is mentally ill

Chapter 14

It was still early, and there were not many people in the event room.

After Han Tao introduced Jiang Xiaofeng, he picked on the members present with his eyes, and finally waved to Meng Fusheng, who seemed to be in a daze: "Come on, Fusheng, you are the most experienced, and you will lead the newcomers today. Good job." Teach him the basics and shot selection!"

Meng Fusheng came back to his senses, his brows furrowed slightly.

The junior came to the tennis club to chase him?This is an operation that many unyielding suitors will do...

Just as he was about to speak, a sporty boy with dark skin spoke up before him, protesting: "President, why don't you bring it yourself, and let Brother Meng be your nanny!"

"How do you talk? How can this be called a nanny? Do friendly newcomers understand? I want to come by myself, but I have to help you grab an indoor venue. You say you want to go outside to feed mosquitoes, or I want to go indoors and play comfortably.”

Now that the weather is getting hotter and there are more and more mosquitoes outdoors at night, any fool knows where to choose to practice.

The members all shut up.

Meng Fusheng also shut up.

I almost forgot that people generally don't have a good impression of newcomers who join the club with ulterior motives, and other people should not find out that the juniors are here for him, otherwise the juniors will definitely be left out in the cold, or even excluded.

"That's right. Come, come, come out. I'll fix the venue. You guys go to the outdoor tennis court for some exercise to warm up your lower body. Fusheng stayed here to teach the newcomers." Han Tao quickly arranged where everyone would go.

Members responded sparsely, and left with the equipment one after another.

Some members of the commune looked back at Meng Fusheng after walking a few steps, as if they didn't want to leave Meng Fusheng behind.

Meng Fusheng smiled and waved his hands: "Go, I'll join you as soon as I finish teaching the newcomers, and I promise to spare enough time to practice with you today."

The commune members got the guarantee, and then they left contentedly.

After the people left, Jiang Xiaofeng immediately ran to the wall where the racket was hanging, and impatiently took the second racket down to test the feel of it——what kind of scumbag is not a scumbag, he has no time to pay attention, now he only has weapons in his eyes !

Meng Fusheng saw that he still knew how to avoid himself in embarrassment, he sighed in his heart, walked to his side, observed the size of his palm, took another beat from the wall and handed it to him: "Your palm is too small , it’s more convenient to use this.”

Jiang Xiaofeng glanced at him, changed the racket obediently, and found that the one recommended by Meng Fusheng was indeed better, so he pinched the racket and turned it around several times in satisfaction.

Although the scumbag is a scumbag, he is still a good swordsman, and the recommended weapon is very suitable for him.

Meng Fusheng looked at his hands that were nervously pinching the racket and turning his head down all the time, feeling very complicated.

Obviously he was so bold that he came to the tennis club, but he didn't dare to face himself when he really came. It really made people wonder what to say.

Thinking of this, he suddenly froze for a moment, remembering that when he received the love letter from his junior, but found that there was nothing written in the love letter, he seemed to have made the same sigh.

"..."

He suddenly wanted to laugh a little, thinking that his junior was really contradictory and cute.

"Student, you enter the Internet..."

A cheerful cell phone rang suddenly, interrupting Meng Fusheng's words.

Jiang Xiaofeng took out his mobile phone and looked at it. Seeing that it was a call from an unfamiliar number, he picked it up.

"Hey."

"Jiang Xiaofeng!" Xiao Kun's voice came from the receiver, very loud, especially in a quiet room, "Jingjing's good friend said that she has gone abroad, I don't believe it! Where is she! Her family is so poor, I don't believe it She can study abroad!"

Jiang Xiaofeng changed his face in a second, and yelled: "You are still looking for Jingjing, are you fucking looking for death? You don't care if her family has the conditions to send her abroad, you are fine, you know! Silly domestic violence man." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone and called Hei made it in one go, and snorted hard through his nostrils.

Meng Fusheng was taken aback by his outburst, looked at his angry face, paused, and asked, "Is that the person who blocked you at the school gate that day?"

"It's him, it's endless."

As soon as he finished speaking, another strange call came in. Jiang Xiaofeng answered with restrained temper. When he heard that it was Xiao Kun again, he didn't give the other party a chance to speak at all. He made a phone call, then hung up the phone vigorously, and blocked it again. , and set the phone to reject all unfamiliar numbers!

After hanging up the phone, he opened WeChat again, and edited a circle of friends saying "I recently met a mad dog, please try not to contact me with an unfamiliar number. If you change your number, please remember to notify me of the new number on WeChat, and I will save it before calling". Click Publish.

After finishing all this, his excitement about joining the new sect also subsided, he turned to look at Meng Fusheng, and asked, "Senior, what did you just say?"

Meng Fusheng saw that his face was full of unhappiness, and he was contemplating to speak clearly to him again. He swirled it around his throat, swallowed it temporarily, and said, "I said let's start. I will teach you the grip and basic swing first." action."

……

Contrary to Meng Fusheng's expectation, Jiang Xiaofeng is not like some young rookie with a purpose at all.He studied very seriously, actively asked what he didn't understand, and even took out his mobile phone to take notes. The grip posture he learned was also practiced and adjusted repeatedly until it reached the standard.

After three years in the tennis club, there were not many students who joined the tennis club with a mentality close to Meng Fusheng, and there were also those who had better acting skills and pretended to be very interested in tennis, but none of them could be as serious as Jiang Xiaofeng.

Yes, just being serious. He is obviously not very interested in tennis, but he is very, very serious. He has the uprightness to decide to learn something, no matter why he learns it, he must learn it thoroughly.

He didn't take the opportunity to have more physical contact with Meng Fusheng, he didn't take the opportunity to ask Meng Fusheng to have a meal and date, he didn't have anything to say to get close to Meng Fusheng, he just studied very seriously, and didn't say a word of extraneous words, as if it was true It's the same as just learning tennis.

After teaching the basics soon, Meng Fusheng actually felt a little unfinished.

"Go to the stadium. What I just said is superficial. After a while, a professional tennis teacher will go to the stadium to watch everyone practice. Then you can ask the teacher to guide you carefully."

Generally, this kind of sports club will have the physical education teacher of the school as the instructor. Naturally, the tennis club also has more than one.

Jiang Xiaofeng nodded to express his understanding, and his hands were still constantly adjusting the grip angle to adapt to the weight of the racket.

Meng Fusheng glanced at his fluffy curly hair that kept shaking with his nodding, lowered his head and took out a sports scarf from his bag and handed it to him: "Here, it will be very hot after practicing, put this on so that you don't have to wipe it off all the time." sweat."

The sports turban was black, almost [-]% new, and it was obviously for Meng Fu's own use in his daily life, not a spare new one.

Jiang Xiaofeng looked at the turban, and suddenly remembered that the scumbag man seemed to have some thoughts about him. Alarm bells rang in his heart, and he quickly shook his head and said, "Thank you senior for your kindness, but no need, I don't sweat much, so I don't need this."

Meng Fusheng's hand stopped for a while, and then he took it back: "Okay, let's go, first go to the venue to meet everyone."

On the way to the venue, Jiang Xiaofeng was very silent. Meng Fusheng wanted to talk to him a few times, but he shook his head and nodded.

Jiang Xiaofeng panicked.

In the past two days, he was preoccupied with planning to practice the trumpet, but he actually forgot about the scumbag who planned to attack him!

The scumbag swordsman played very well. He used to be a master of the sect. Now he has joined the scumbag's sect. With the scumbag's skills and popularity in the sect, he wants to avoid it completely and not contact with the scumbag. impossible!

And once in contact, what if the scumbag takes the opportunity to take advantage of the opportunity to tease and play the mentoring play in the name of taking care of the newcomer's junior?

no!He had to find an opportunity to explain clearly to the scumbag, so as to stop the scumbag from hooking him up.

But the way to make it clear has to be carefully considered, not to offend the scumbag, he is just getting started now, he is a rookie, needs room to grow, he can't just go up against the scumbag right now.

It is possible to reject the scumbag smoothly without attracting revenge from the scumbag, does this really exist in this world...

Jiang Xiaofeng was so tangled up that his eyebrows were almost knotted, he couldn't help but look at the scumbag resentfully, and then and again...

So Meng Fusheng discovered that although his junior was so guilty and shy that he didn't dare to talk to him at all, he was still peeking at him all the time.

He began to feel complicated again, and he was inexplicably nervous.

Forget it.

he thinks.

After today's club activities are over, let's ask the students to have a supper together, and then take the opportunity to make it clear.

The two arrived at the venue with their own concerns, Meng Fusheng went to practice with the club members, and Jiang Xiaofeng practiced gripping and swinging the racket under the guidance of the president.

A little later, everyone moved to the indoor arena to continue practicing.

It's not that the club is recruiting for the new season. The only newcomer to join the club recently is Jiang Xiaofeng, who was arranged by Han Tao to practice in a corner alone.Later, the instructor came, and he practiced with the teacher again.

At the end of the day's training, the instructor called several main members of the club together for a meeting, and let others move freely.

Jiang Xiaofeng put down his racket and sat on the ground, pulled up the hem of his T-shirt and wiped the sweat off his face.

Because of the heat, he had already taken off his coat.

"Natural volume?"

The black-skinned sporty boy who had protested in the activity room came over with a bottle of water, bent down and handed the water to Jiang Xiaofeng.

Jiang Xiaofeng raised his eyes to look at him, scratched his hair that became more and more messy after exercising, and in line with the principle of not hitting a smiling person with his hand, he took the water after thanking him, and said, "My name is Jiang Xiaofeng."

"I know, brother Meng's teammate in the debate competition during the Guanghua English Corner event." The boy sat down beside him, and looked at his all-white basic T-shirt for nine yuan and nine free shipping, "My name is Zhang Juntian, a sophomore, from the School of Computer Science."

Jiang Xiaofeng greeted politely: "Hello senior."

Zhang Juntian suddenly moved closer, and asked, "You like Brother Meng, the one who delivered the love letter, Forgive Green?"

The polite smile on Jiang Xiaofeng's face disappeared, he looked at Zhang Juntian coldly, and threw back the water in his hand.

Although he didn't quite understand the boy's words, he had seen too much malice hidden in his smile, and this Juntian was not kind.

"Did I offend you?" he asked.

Zhang Juntian picked up the water with a smile, unscrewed it and drank it by himself, shrugged: "No, you are not pretending to be a pure and good newcomer?"

Neuropathy.

Jiang Xiaofeng didn't bother to talk to him, and got up to walk away.

Zhang Juntian hurriedly said: "It's useless, Brother Meng never gives a second chance to those who have refused, so don't waste your time."

Jiang Xiaofeng stopped.

Zhang Jun smiled knowingly, got up and approached him, lowered his head and pressed his ear, and said, "So quit the club early. Joining the tennis club doesn't mean you'll be able to get a lot of money first. Don't suffer in vain. Also, kindly remind you, Brother Meng is already a junior, and will be a senior in the second half of the year, and he has too many things to do, so he already plans to quit the club."