Chapter 63 Batman: Come back, I won’t beat you

In the gymnasium of Jiangcheng University.

"Button it!"

"Isn't this a joke to him?"

"You can't even handle this?"

"You can lose this?"

Next to the ping-pong table, Chu Ze and Lu Zihao were playing ping-pong. Cheng Ran kept nagging Chu Ze with a tone of disappointment.

After leading by seven points, Lu Zihao beat them back and made them 11-9. Chu Ze was already in a state of panic, and when he heard Cheng Ran still nagging him, he became even more upset. He directly handed the racket to him:
"Fuck, you're so awesome, come here."

"I'll do it, I'll do it."

Cheng Ran took the racket with a proud look on his face, walked to the table, and waved to Lao Lu: "Lao Lu, give me the ball."

"Do you want to serve first?" Lu Zihao threw the ping-pong ball to Cheng Ran.

"Yes, let me show you the new serving technique I just practiced."

Cheng Ran took the ping-pong ball, smiled mysteriously, then bent over and held the ball with one hand, then put the hand holding the racket behind his back and made an extremely twisted serving posture...

What kind of abstract serving method is this?

Studied under Ito Mima?

"Can you be a little more normal?" Chu Ze couldn't bear it anymore.

It hurts the eyes.

The grown man is twisting like a snake. Soon the Calabash Brothers will come to you to ask for his grandfather.

"You don't understand. This kind of serve can catch the opponent by surprise." Cheng Ran straightened up, showing an expression that said you noobs can't understand the master's operation, and shook his finger.

"Are you sure?" Chu Ze was very skeptical about this guy's ability.

"Just listen to his nonsense." Lu Zihao smiled disdainfully from the opposite side.

How could he not know what level this guy is at playing basketball?

Anyone can play basketball better than him by holding a chicken, even if they are not in the same profession.

"You still don't believe it, right? Fine, I'll show you." Cheng Ran got excited upon seeing this. He decided to do the same as Chu Ze's online article and give these two people a slap in the face.

So he returned to his twisted serving posture, stared at the ball for a while, and then threw it into the air.

"Oh, sorry for making a fool of myself!"

Cheng Ran swung the racket violently.

Snapped!
Followed by a crisp sound.

The ping-pong ball landed steadily on Cheng Ran's side of the table, bouncing up and down.

Out of stock?
What was that sound just now?

Chu Ze looked at Lu Zihao, who was already ready to catch the ball. He was also confused. Then he looked at Cheng Ran, the instigator, who was bending over and looking around for something...

"The ball is on the table." Chu Ze thought he was looking for the ball and reminded him.

"I know." Cheng Ran replied without raising his head.

"Then what are you doing?"

"Where's my racket?"

Chu Ze and the others: “?”

Is this your new serve?
It's quite new.

Others serve the ball and you serve with the racket, right?

It's crazy.

There is a kind of graduation project where the tutor asks you to be innovative, so you design a path that has never been imagined by predecessors - the beauty of the brain lacking in a wheelchair.

This is indeed an area that has never been explored before...

Just tell me whether it’s new or not?
Cheng Ran searched the area for a long time but couldn't find where the racket he had just thrown had gone.

I can add another page to the book "Unsolved Mysteries of the World" at home.

"Forget it, it's lost. I still have another one." Cheng Ran couldn't find it and just gave it up.

"You are quite generous." Lu Zihao glanced at him.

"That's right." Cheng Ran waved his hands indifferently, and Chu Ze kicked him.

"Nonsense, you lost my fucking racket!"

How can you not be so generous?
"Don't be so petty." Cheng Ran coughed twice to cover up the embarrassment of losing the racket.

"Hong Sixi, it's more than a hundred yuan. If you're so generous, you should pay for it." Chu Ze stretched out his hand to him.

"We'll talk about it later. You know I'm short of money right now." Cheng Ran touched his pocket, indicating that he had no money.

Ever since the official announcement that An Ruo will release a new album in December, Cheng Ran has started to save money by living frugally.

Chu Ze was very surprised at the time. How many dollars does an album cost?

Not to mention that digital albums now only cost 20 or 30 yuan, even physical albums only cost a hundred yuan.

You are so poor now, and you still have to live frugally with this little money?
But Cheng Ran said, "You don't understand. Don't we have to buy a few more to support sales?"

Then you are really awesome. People who don’t know would think An Ruo is your mother.

I haven't seen you save money to buy something for your mother...

It belongs to be full of filial piety.

But speaking of the album, Chu Ze remembered that a week had passed and it was time to hand the song over to Xia Anruo.

I could have submitted the manuscript on the spot, but it took so long.

Others procrastinate because they are afraid that they will not have enough time to write the song, but Chu Ze procrastinates because he writes too fast.

It's like slacking off at work.

At eight o'clock in the morning, I received the task from the leader.

8:20, mission accomplished, ○God starts.

At 5:30 in the afternoon, I hand in my report to my leader and clock out.

The leader kept praising me: No need to poke me, you are working very hard, thank you for your hard work!
Although I didn't do anything all day, I still worked hard.

Not wanting to bother about the racket anymore, Cheng Ran took his own racket and continued playing with Lu Zihao. Chu Ze sat in the open space next to them and took out his cell phone to send a WeChat message to Xia Anruo.

"Are you there?"

Then the message fell into oblivion and there was no reply for several minutes.

Chu Ze stared at his phone for a long time, and suddenly realized...

That's not right. I'm not a bootlicker. Why should I be waiting for her reply so eagerly?
I am Qu's father, so if anyone wants to lick someone, she should be the one licking me.

Just as I was about to turn off my phone and continue watching Cheng Ran and Lu Zihao play basketball, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a lone "Are you there?" in the chat box...

It looks awkward no matter how you look at it.

Why does this start look so clown-like?

Chu Ze thought for a while and added: "The song is finished. When will you come to get it?"

I add this sentence to say: Woman, don't get me wrong, I don't want to chat with you, I'm just here for work!

This time when he returns to Gotham, Batman probably won't beat him.

Batman: Come back, I won't hit you.

After going back: Oh, are you really coming back?
Putting down the phone, Chu Ze looked at the table.

"How's the fight going?"

"It's okay, we are evenly matched. I'm at a slight disadvantage, but it's not a big problem." Cheng Ran wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking like he had a great time fighting.

"What's the score?" Chu Ze asked.

"Nine to one, nine for me and one for him." Lu Zihao said.

"You call this evenly matched, with a slight disadvantage?" Chu Ze looked at Cheng Ran with a black question mark.

You lost nine goals in the time it took him to send two messages?
So how did you manage to look like you were so tired from fighting?
Feed the ball.

"Don't be anxious, don't panic, you can counterattack. Just watch, wasn't that how you were overturned just now?" Cheng Ran patted his chest, looking confident and not panicking at all.

It's only nine to one, and it's not match point yet.

While they were talking, another ball flew past Cheng Ran's racket.

"Okay, now it's ten to one, it's match point."

You can panic!
(End of this chapter)