304: Chapter 304 Jiang Nansun: Be gentle, I'm afraid of pain.

"If you're free, why don't you come play tennis with me? Then you can meet my boyfriend."

Chen Cheng's mouth hung open. "Uh, no, is your boyfriend some president of a country? I have to run to a tennis court just to meet him?"

Jiang Nansun's face immediately flushed with embarrassment, and she waved her hand. "That's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean?"

"..."

Jiang Nansun's brain short-circuited. *How could I ask him such a question?*

*Go play tennis, meet Zhang Anren... what on earth is going on?*

*Gulp.* Jiang Nansun swallowed nervously.

After a long while, not knowing how to explain, she decided to be stubborn. She stiffened her neck and said, "Oh, are you playing or not?"

Chen Cheng looked at her blushing face, blinked, and sized up the flushing Jiang Nansun.

What was she thinking?

Chen Cheng was a bit confused.

"It's not that I can't, but I don't have a change of clothes."

As he spoke, Chen Cheng spread his hands to show the white shirt he was wearing.

Seeing him agree, Jiang Nansun's eyes lit up.

"Fuxing Road isn't far. We can just go back and change. Zhang Anren and Lilian made an appointment for four o'clock. We might even arrive earlier than them and play a bit longer."

"Oh, right, do you know how to play tennis?"

Chen Cheng nodded. "I know a little~"

Hmm?

"Know a little" again?

Jiang Nansun looked at him suspiciously. "You aren't going to be really good at tennis too, are you?"

Chen Cheng smiled mysteriously. "Didn't I say? I know a little."

Jiang Nansun gave him an annoyed look. "Hmph, not a single word of truth."

The two bickered for a bit, and the meal was almost finished.

They chatted as they walked to the parking lot and got into Chen Cheng's S680.

When coming to the school, he didn't drive the overly high-profile pullman.

In the distance, Wang Yongzheng's face froze as he watched Jiang Nansun get into Chen Cheng's car.

He muttered, "Looks like there's another competitor." He walked away surrounded by three or four South Korean female international students.

Back at Fuxing Road, the car stopped at Chen Cheng's door, and Chen Cheng got out by himself.

He told Eleven to drop Jiang Nansun off at her doorstep, but Jiang Nansun said it wasn't necessary and got out of the car too.

She ran towards the end of the alley.

Chen Cheng didn't mind her and went straight into the courtyard.

At Fuxing Road, there were sports clothes. Chen Cheng changed into a quick-dry polo shirt and a pair of cross-trainers.

But he didn't have a racket.

Jiang Nansun said she would bring one of hers for him in a moment.

After changing, Chen Cheng filled a fitness water bottle and came out.

As it turned out, after waiting in the car for twenty minutes, Jiang Nansun still hadn't come out.

"I must be out of my mind to believe a woman's 'ten minutes'."

Just as Chen Cheng was feeling speechless, Jiang Nansun walked over.

The moment he saw her, Scum Cheng's eyes went straight.

She wore a cement-grey jacket over her tennis outfit.

It was mostly white with a blue-trimmed tennis skirt, the hem of which was at least two fists above her knees.

Below, her fair, beautiful legs were exposed...

*Hiss~*

Seeing her approach, Eleven took the initiative to get out and open the car door.

"Thank you," Jiang Nansun thanked Eleven, took off her backpack, and sat in the car.

Chen Cheng turned his head to look at her. Clearly, she hadn't just changed her clothes; she had also done her hair, tying it into a high ponytail.

A sense of youthfulness hit him.

It stirred Scum Cheng's heart, making it throb.

"Whew~" He let out a breath and joked with a smile, "Ten minutes? I've been waiting in the car for twenty minutes..."

Jiang Nansun immediately felt embarrassed, a blush rising on her face. "Oh, it takes a little longer for girls to change clothes."

Chen Cheng curled his lips speechlessly. *Fortunately, it didn't exceed half an hour, otherwise you'd be playing tennis with a ghost.*

Seeing him stop talking, Jiang Nansun blinked and pulled two rackets out of her tennis bag.

"Which one do you want?"

One look at the rackets and Chen Cheng knew the reason she chose them—they looked good.

One was a Tiffany Blue Boom, and the other was a sprout green Extreme.

He reached out and picked up the Boom, testing the strings. The tension hadn't dropped much; it looked like it was well-maintained.

Soon, they arrived at the school sports field. Eleven parked the car in the surface parking lot near the gymnasium.

Chen Cheng got out and took his bag from the trunk, which contained water, a towel, and a change of pants.

It was already late autumn. The weather was only warm around noon; it was already quite cold at night.

There were fewer girls with their long legs exposed on the road.

So when Jiang Nansun came out wearing a tennis skirt earlier, Chen Cheng was still stunned.

No need to fear the cold; you'd get warm once you started running.

So, exercise is good, exercise is good. Life lies in movement.

Jiang Nansun slung her white tennis bag over her shoulder, while Chen Cheng carried his gym bag and racket toward the court.

"How well do you actually play?" Jiang Nansun suddenly asked suspiciously.

"You'll find out in a bit," he replied, then asked back, "By the way, did you book a court?"

"You didn't invite me here to hit against a wall, did you?"

Jiang Nansun shook her head. "No need. The school has plenty of courts, and no one plays at this time in the afternoon."

"..."

Chen Cheng was speechless. These students just didn't know how to appreciate what they had.

When they truly realized the social aspect of tennis and tried to learn, the court fees in first-tier cities would be at least a hundred yuan.

The entry barrier for tennis was still too high.

Those who couldn't play would spend the whole time picking up balls. After trying once, most people's patience would be worn thin.

With fewer people playing, policy support for courts would decrease.

Slowly, it would turn from a niche sport into an aristocratic one.

At the entrance to the court, Jiang Nansun spoke with the teacher in the equipment room for a bit and requested a ball cart before leading Chen Cheng onto the court.

She really had no idea about Chen Cheng's skill level. Borrowing a ball cart was clearly preparation for teaching a beginner.

After finding the corresponding court, the two put down their bags and began to warm up.

Side steps, alternating side steps, quick crossovers, lunges, high knees...

Jiang Nansun's eyes began to light up, and she muttered, "As long as you're not a beginner."

When the warm-up was almost done, Jiang Nansun said to Chen Cheng, "Come on, let's rally a bit."

Then, she took her racket and entered the court.

With a slight smile on his lips, Chen Cheng picked up his racket, took three balls from the ball cart, and walked to the middle of the court.

Seeing him in position, Jiang Nansun served.

After a few hits, Jiang Nansun's eyes grew brighter and brighter. This guy's mid-court rallies were too casual, but they were incredibly steady; he wouldn't miss a single shot.

She tilted her chin and shouted at Chen Cheng, "You aren't playing the pig to eat the tiger, are you?"

"You're the pig," Chen Cheng laughed, his eyes darting as he teased, "But I wouldn't mind 'eating the tiger'."

Obviously, the innocent Jiang Nansun didn't understand his teasing.

After rallying for a few more shots, they slowly retreated to the baseline.

"43~ 44~ 45..."

Jiang Nansun counted the strokes as she returned the balls.

They rallied until a hundred strokes. Her arm was getting a bit sore, so when Chen Cheng returned the ball again, Jiang Nansun didn't take it.

Constantly repeating swings was exhausting; even in a match, you'd get a break. Playing with this guy was too tiring.

She raised her hand and shouted to Chen Cheng on the other side, "Let's practice serving."

Chen Cheng raised an eyebrow, said nothing, and walked a few steps to stand on the deuce side baseline.

Tossing the ball, jumping, and swinging, he sent the serve over with an easy, relaxed motion.

A "bang" exploded in the air.

Jiang Nansun looked at the ball that hit the edge of the court and bounced back, completely stunned. *Is this guy's ball speed really that fast?*

If she failed to catch it and it hit her, it would probably hurt quite a bit.

*Gulp.*

Jiang Nansun swallowed nervously.

She now knew what Chen Cheng meant by "knowing a little."

She blinked and turned to shout at Chen Cheng:

"In a moment, go easy on me, I'm afraid of pain!"