Just preparing for the college entrance examination, the divorce counterattack system came

Chapter 112 Love cannot rely on touching alone, you need to use explosive killing to make her heart beat
Jiang Nian and Li Qingrong played more and more fiercely, with less and less expression, and they almost all played smashes.

Tit for tat.

With a bang, the badminton was fired like a bullet. The violent explosion echoed in the corner of the teaching building, attracting many students to stand by the window to watch.

In the midday sun, everything became sweaty.

Li Qingrong made a long run and then smashed the ball. After the ball slipped out of her hand, she took off her coat.

Zhang Ningzhi was watching from the sidelines and couldn't help swallowing.

"They seem to be angry?"

Yao Beibei opened her mouth but couldn't say anything. The two of them were fighting too fiercely, with loud explosions and neither of them giving in.

She clearly saw the thin layer of muscle on Li Qingrong's arm when she swung the racket in the sunlight, and the look on her face when she gritted her teeth when she smashed the ball, which showed that she was really angry.

Jiang Nian was the same, he really didn't hold back when smashing the ball, and the sonic boom was scary to hear.

There was a loud bang, and I thought someone had fired a gun.

"It's started again!" Li Hua grinned, "Old Ma, do you think Nian and the squad leader will throw down their rackets and start fighting?"

Ma Guojun was also dumbfounded. "It's hard to say. Jiang Nian and the squad leader are a little too excited and are getting angry."

"Nian is really awesome. He kills anyone who shows his head, without any mercy." Li Hua shook his head and added, "The squad leader is also awesome."

Boom boom boom!!! There were several more rapid sonic booms.

The students from Class 3 who were watching the scene were no longer calm.

"Damn it, does Jiang Nian have a grudge against the squad leader? He jumped up and killed me. I feel like the racket is about to collapse. Is this a personal grudge?"

"It's hard to say, maybe there's some real grudge." Ma Guojun suddenly turned around and asked, "Li Hua, the monitor seemed to have been from No. 2 Middle School before?"

"How the hell should I know that?"

Jiang Nian was a little out of breath, but seeing that Li Qingrong's smash was also fast, he was excited to see the prey, and for a moment he felt itchy, and it was really fun to hit the high ball back and forth.

The feeling of being physically exhausted also made him a little intoxicated.

He was sure that Li Qingrong was also a little too excited. Although both parties were having a great time, it didn't seem right to say that they were both looking for a higher explosion point.

All in all, the dopamine rush brought by exercise is too pure.

As the game progressed, the violent part of his genes awakened. Extreme jump kills, backcourt heavy artillery, backhand smashes, continuous jump kills, and the ultimate offensive pressure.

Higher, faster, stronger has always been the violent aesthetic pursued by mankind.

The visual and auditory experience brought by badminton compresses violence to the limit. Although it is not as exciting as professional basketball, badminton has a lower threshold.

Just go to the stadium, look at the pace, and listen to the sound to know who is stronger.

During the fourth class, more and more people stood up to look at the windows of the classrooms on both sides of the teaching building. A few people in each class would curiously poke their heads out, take a look, and then shrink back.

Li Qingrong had already used up most of her energy, but she was still playing hard. She hit the badminton racket hard, like a heavy artillery, attracting the attention of the onlookers.

Several students from the parallel classes had just arrived and were confused as to what was going on.

"Wow, a beating up the scumbag ball, that guy on the other side is an ex, right?"

Jiang Nian showed no mercy, after receiving a few balls, he jumped and killed cleanly when he got the chance. He used all his strength, and there was a bang!
The explosion sounded throughout the teaching building! !
"Wow, they're still playing basketball after breaking up. Wouldn't this ex consider wearing a helmet?"

"Shit, if the ball hits him in the face, he'll probably die, right?"

"Who can hit the ball at this speed without some deep hatred? If you check your ancestors for three generations, there must be hatred for having your wife stolen from you."

"It's over. Ji Ming (grade leader) is here and he's gone."

Li Qingrong also saw the senior class leader from the corner of her eye, but she was thinking about killing another ball. The last one, looking for an opportunity to hit a smash.

Then she found that Jiang Nian on the opposite side seemed to be intentionally feeding the ball to her to create opportunities for smashing.

Well, although this is not as good as the natural state, it is a forced end. But due to force majeure, the grade leader arrived and it was impossible to continue.

Adjust your breathing and focus.

Li Qingrong stepped back, jumped up decisively, raised her left hand and held the racket with her right hand, opened her bow like a full moon, and in a flash, she hit the badminton hard.

At that moment, even an afterimage was left.

Bang! ! !
A huge explosion sounded in everyone's ears, and everyone present uttered an "oh" and took a breath of cold air.

So decisive, Li Qingrong's agile figure was like a green deer. The badminton was like a white light, an arrow shot straight into Jiang Nian's defense area.

Wang Yuhe's eyes lit up as she watched the game. The sense of power in Li Qingrong was what she had been pursuing. She watched intently and finally understood the feelings of some girls in the class.
There was another exclamation, and Li Qingrong's smash was again blocked by Jiang Nian at his limit.

This time Li Qingrong didn't kill, but fed the ball like Jiang Nian did just now. It was another high ball, not very fast, and Jiang Nian seized the opportunity.

Just then, the grade leader blew a sharp whistle.

Jiang Nian crossed back, not giving him a chance to call for a stop. He took two or three steps to the backcourt, and suddenly jumped high, in exactly the same position as Li Qingrong.

Raise your left hand, hold the racket with your right hand, and draw the bow like a full moon.

Probably because this was the last shot, Jiang Nian didn't hold back any strength and just stood up and kicked. The racket swung at a terrifying speed, making a faint buzzing sound the moment it swung.

Bang! !

With a huge roar, the badminton reached its limit in the air and a piece of white feather shattered.

There is a huge gap in physical strength between women's singles and men's singles, and Li Qingrong was too exhausted. She wanted to receive the ball, but she couldn't keep up with the speed and the ball landed on the ground.

As for winning or losing, no one cares when the fight gets too intense. All they remember is bang bang bang!!!
"You guys! Stop playing badminton here!" The grade leader's voice and the badminton fell to the ground at the same time, "We are still in class, what's wrong with you students?"

"You're still from the Osai class, go fight somewhere else!"

There was a burst of booing immediately, but due to the authority of the grade leader, everyone dispersed.

The explosion sound disappeared. Qianbao looked at the venue from upstairs and saw Jiang Nian returning the racket to Li Qingrong. She couldn't help but smile.

Youth is better matched with sports, the best body, the best age.

She turned her head and looked at the class, her eyes on one or two couples who were switching seats. They had good grades and seemed to be the type who encouraged each other to study.

But, is there any couple who is not consumed by desire?

The back street of Beimen, the dark shared rental house, the dim corridor, the messy wires. The remote milk tea shop, can you bear to stay in the rental house on a rainy day?
I didn’t think there was anything wrong with them before, I even thought they were a little sweet. They were all good students anyway, and it was cute that they tried to restrain themselves for the person they liked.

But you really can't compare people, and if you compare goods, you'll have to throw them away.

After seeing the backs of Jiang Nian and Li Qingrong as they leaped to the ground, Qianbao suddenly felt that children in the sun were cuter than couples who were secretly in love.

She turned around and looked at her classmates, and the sound of little bee electricity rang out in the classroom.

"Everyone should exercise more when they have free time."

"Here, squad leader, I broke your ball." Jiang Nian handed back the racket, still a little embarrassed, "Sorry, I used too much force."

"It's okay, I still have a lot." Li Qingrong nodded, but she felt a little unnatural when she caught the racket with her right hand. "Injured?" Jiang Nian noticed.

"No, I used too much force, it's a little sore." Li Qingrong looked up, "I'm fine, you fought very well."

Her responses were relatively brief and plain, and apart from the sweat on her head and a few strands of hair stuck to her forehead, it was almost impossible to tell that she had just played an intense game of golf.

"Well, squad leader, your smash was also beautiful." Jiang Nian was very happy to receive the affirmation, and said with sympathy, "I feel like if I use more force, the racket will break."

Upon hearing this, Li Qingrong paused, and then said in an affirmative tone.

"Next time, use your full strength."

"what?"

"The racket broke, it's not your fault." Li Qingrong said seriously, with a sharp look in her eyes, "Next time, use all your strength, it doesn't matter if the racket breaks."

"Oh, okay." Jiang Nian wondered why she was so serious.

Are you already looking forward to the next time?
Then I'll cheat next time.

Eliminate fatigue, two full physical strength states, one session is better than six sessions.

Li Qingrong didn't know Jiang Nianxin was so nasty and was planning to abuse her next time. She turned around to tidy up her racket and put on her coat.

Ding ding ding!! The school bell rings at noon!

"Then - bye?" She waved a little dazedly.

"Okay, bye, I should go to the cafeteria to eat." Jiang Nian looked down at his phone, a little anxious, "Then I'm leaving."

Love can wait, but the cafeteria really can’t.

A great country can stop for any humble life and even make it happen. At least there will be a large group of people who believe it.

But try a different title!
The great campus cafeteria can stop any humble student and guarantee a spit.

Because America is so far away, any outrageous thing can exist and be reasonable. But campus cafeterias are a daily occurrence, and no one knows the cruelty better than Jiang Nian.

Go ahead and talk about your mother’s love life. You can’t even have a hot meal!
heitui!!!

Li Qingrong went upstairs with a few girls carrying a badminton racket. She was silent as usual. After putting down the racket, she said goodbye to the girls at the entrance of the corridor.

It had been fifteen minutes since school was over, and there were few people on the road in front of the school gate.

Going downstairs, Li Qingrong walked alone on the tree-lined path wearing her coat.

The autumn sun was shining brightly, and she thought back to the game she had just played, and couldn't help but close her eyes in comfort. Jiang Nianhui was a good golfer, and they were equally matched.

The cool breeze rustled the leaves, and everything seemed normal.

The wind was blowing gently, but Li Qingrong's mind once again appeared the image of Jiang Nian jumping and killing.

She stopped inexplicably, her white sneakers stepping on the uneven and old tiles.Beside the path, statues of Marx and Confucius were displayed on both sides.

The feather-like figure blocked the sunlight, the short-sleeved shirt fluttered, revealing the flat and tight abdominal muscles. Strong and powerful arms, violent smashes.

A badminton that was not caught was broken, and after a 20-minute interval, it came with a buzzing sound, breaking through the wind and passing quickly by her ear again.

She blinked, and there was nothing but her heart beating faster. A sour feeling she had never experienced before got stuck in her throat, and she couldn't tell what it felt like.

After a few minutes, Li Qingrong couldn't figure it out, so she slowly left.

The moment he lowered his eyes, he heard his voice again, "Squad leader, your smash is also very beautiful," and he seemed to have noticed his new hairband.

Is it a compliment? I think so.
She touched her hairband and slowly walked out of the school gate.

After finishing his meal, Jiang Nian went up to the teaching building and wiped his body at the toilet sink. He took a handful of water and wiped his body all over without caring whether it would get wet.

When the wind blew in the corridor, the whole person suddenly felt clear.

Cool!
Anyway, my hands are a little sore after overwork.

I don’t have Sister T’s fate, but I have Sister T’s disease.

He shook his hands, thinking about using the treatment this afternoon. I wonder if this side effect can be eliminated, right?
It shouldn't be to the extent of muscle strain.

After returning to the classroom, after a while, Chen Yunyun and Wang Yuhe walked in together.

Jiang Nian looked up from his seat and couldn't help but smile. He stood up from his seat, walked over to them, sat down at the table, and looked at Chen Yunyun.

"Your little sister won't bear a grudge against me, right?"

Chen Yunyun was speechless and rolled her eyes at him.

"I don't know. Who told you to hit me so hard?"

"No." Wang Yuhe shook her head and said seriously, "I told you not to let me. I don't blame you."

"Then why are you crying?" Jiang Nian brought up the topic.

Wang Yuhe was suddenly choked, her face turned visibly red and warm, and she became anxious.

"I remembered some sad things."

"Oh, really?" Jiang Nian touched his chin and murmured, "I thought you couldn't bear it mentally. In fact, you still need to practice your backhand."

Wang Yuhe couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into tears, lying on the table and crying.

"Jiang Nian, are you sick?" Chen Yunyun couldn't help but punch him, then turned to comfort Wang Yuhe, "Ignore him, Jiang Nian is just like that!"

Jiang Nian laughed and took out two candies from his pocket and handed them to the two girls.

"Don't cry, I'm just kidding."

"Take it away! Who wants your candy!" Chen Yunyun pushed him away, pretending to be angry.

"Really? I thought if I add some sugar when I cry, my tears won't be so salty." Jiang Nian smiled, looking completely inhuman.

Chen Yunyun: ".You are single for a reason."

"Tsk." Jiang Nian didn't care.

In fact, he had a good relationship with the two girls, and they could joke with each other like this. After all, they still had interactions on weekends. Beating the high school girl until she cried was also a memorable event for him.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yuhe really stopped crying, unwrapped the candy wrapper and put it in her mouth.

"Jiang Nian, how do you practice badminton?"

"How did you practice?" Jiang Nian tilted his head and thought for a moment, then made a swinging motion with his hand. "I played a little bit and watched a few videos, and that's it."

Upon hearing this, Wang Yuhe choked again.

All the talented people go to hell!
She is a natural talent, and she used to be very good at torturing girls. If she had known earlier, she would not have played basketball with Jiang Nian. She was so angry, she lost face, and she cried while beating him.

In front of a truly gifted monster, it seemed as if I had only passed a threshold.

(End of this chapter)