Chapter 880: Net Red Live Conquer Prince of Tennis 33

Chapter 880: Net Red Live Conquer Prince of Tennis 33

When walking down the player tunnel, Lin Jiashu leaned into Shu Ange's ear and said softly in Chinese, "Since it is a personal assistant, then you must take the responsibility of an assistant."

"you mean?"

Shu Ange raised his eyebrows and glanced at Lin Jiashu with a half-smile, he blushed a bit, cleared his throat and said two words: "Happy."

When he was with his roommates, Lin Jiashu often teased each other with them, but when he was with Shu Ange, he unconsciously began to look serious.

The tennis court was much bigger than Shu Ange had imagined. At first glance, the audience seats were densely packed and could accommodate thousands of people.

Lin Jiashu is no stranger to the venue for the upcoming friendly match. He participated in the French Open when he was a sophomore in high school, but he was too young at that time, and his style was passionate and eager for speed. In the end, he stopped in the top ten due to lack of experience.

Even so, for Lin Jiashu, who is only 16 or 17 years old, it is not bad to be able to get the seventh place.

Later, he took the college entrance examination in China, and was busy training to participate in the China Open. Occasionally, he would also find time to come to France to compete on the court with his good friends from previous games.

With beautiful women, revisiting the old places, there is a special taste in my heart.

In order to show his best self in front of Shu Ange, in Lin Jiashu's mind, this friendly match needs to be more cautious than the previous French Open match.

"Sister Chu Xiang, you sit here and rest first."

Lin Jiashu put the bag on the ground, took out a tissue to wipe the rest seat, smiled at Shu Ange and asked her to sit down. , tell her to sit down.

"I'll just watch it here, God Lin, go to training, I'm looking forward to seeing you again as you were on the field."

Shu Ange smiled heartily and sat down in no hurry. He gently pushed Lin Jiashu down with his hand and gave him a victory gesture.

"Then..." Lin Jiashu hesitated, coughing to cover up his nervousness, "I'll go first."

Being surrounded by people during training has long been a common occurrence for Lin Jiashu. He has always been popular with fans, and some people even inquired about his training time and stood on the sidelines to cheer him on.

In the face of the fanaticism of fans, Lin Jiashu usually smiles and passes it off, but this time Shu Ange sat next to him and watched him train, which gave Lin Jiashu a special feeling.

Lin Jiashu picked up the racket, the subtle tension made his mouth dry, and even the unimportant training to adapt to the field became important for no reason.

As the most popular young champion in domestic tennis, Lin Jiashu has always been in a good mood no matter what competition he participates in, whether he wins or loses.

However, when training in front of Shu Ange, Lin Jiashu subconsciously controlled his movements to ensure that every movement was perfect.

"God Lin, you played well, come on!"

Shu Ange gathered his hands into a trumpet shape around his lips, and cheered Lin Jiashu with a sweet smile.

Her crisp and sweet voice fell into Lin Jiashu's ears, and it was sweet to his heart, making him a fiery fighting spirit.

For the first time, the boring training became interesting in Lin Jiashu's eyes. He could not wait to fight his opponent for dozens of rounds immediately, so that Shu Ange could see his vigorous posture against the enemy.

Today's weather in Paris is exceptionally sunny, there are no clouds in the sky, and the bright sun shines down from the sky above the stadium, and sprinkles it on the teenager who is seriously playing tennis.

Lin Jiashu jumped and jumped in the golden sunlight, and the perfect three-dimensional facial features were as carefully carved by an artist.

He was full of youthful vigor and vitality, so Shu Ange couldn't move his eyes, as if obsessed, he had been staring at the tennis racket in Lin Jiashu's hands.

In order to better conduct tennis live broadcasts, Shu Ange has seen many video materials of tennis events and has a certain understanding of outstanding tennis players in the world.

Judging from her knowledge of tennis, although Lin Jiashu has not received unified professional training in the national team, his rhythm and skills in jumping, running and playing tennis are in no way inferior to Olympians.

Watching him play is like admiring a beautiful picture, which is especially pleasing to the eye.

Shu Ange watched Lin Jiashu play seriously, and he deserved to be praised as the Prince of Tennis by everyone.

Lin Jiashu stands on the court at will, and every swing is frozen, which is called a scenic spot. He is tall and handsome, more exciting than the Prince of Tennis in the comics.

After sitting on the sidelines for a while, Shu Ange played the role of a caddie on a whim. She rushed to the other end of the court, picked up the **** that had been hit, and threw them back to Lin Jiashu.

In the empty tennis court, the two cooperated seamlessly.

During the break, Shu Ange took a towel and water from his sports backpack and walked towards Lin Jiashu.

"Senior, take a break and drink some water." She unscrewed the bottle cap and handed the water over with a smile.

After approaching Lin Jiashu, Shu Ange found that not only was his forehead full of sweat, but also a lot of sweat on his back. The sweater was soaked in sweat, which perfectly outlined the lines of Lin Jiashu's back.

Shu Ange looked at it, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked away without a trace.

"Thank you, Junior Sister." Lin Jiashu was indeed a little thirsty, raised his head and drank water with a "gu dong, gu dong". Shu Ange took a towel and wiped the sweat for him.

A soft towel gently wiped Lin Jiashu's skin.

His chest was agitated, he held a mineral water bottle in his hand, leaned slightly and blinked a pair of black eyes, staring at Shu Ange for a moment.

Lin Jiashu looked like she wanted to imprint Shu Ange into her eyes, which made her a little uncomfortable.

After a long while, Lin Jiashu opened her thin lips gently and said meaningfully, "Ms. Chu Xiang, I think you are alone."

"Like a person? Like who?"

"secret."

Lin Jiashu pursed his lips, and there was a faint smile on his lips.

Then hurriedly turned around, bent over and picked up the tennis racket on the ground. In a place where Shu Ange couldn't see, Lin Jiashu silently said to the air, "My girlfriend."

What if she was really his girlfriend. It was only a short while ago that Lin Jiashu's confession was about to blurt out.

He had imagined the scene of confessing to Shu Ange countless times in his mind, but every time he saw her warm and bright eyes, his courage leaked out like sand on his fingertips.

The day after tomorrow, the game is going to be played. In order to save his stamina, Lin Jiashu and Shu Ange packed up and went home after training for more than an hour.

The hotel car was waiting in advance at the entrance of the stadium. After getting in the car, Lin Jiashu was still a little uneasy.

In his mind, he recalled the image of Shu Ange helping him wipe his sweat over and over again, his heartbeat slowly accelerated, and the sweet fragrance of Shu Ange's body, such as the silent temptation, made Lin Jiashu imagine.

"Senior, if I remember correctly. Your opponent in this friendly match should be the famous French player Oshavin."