The sports college boy saw Yehong's poor skills and calmly swung the badminton back to Yehong's half court.

When left, when right, before, after.

He made up his mind to make a good play of Yehong.

Night Hong looked at the flying badminton in the air, and suddenly a smile appeared in his mouth.

"Ding! Playing badminton, badminton skills + 1, current progress: 110, current level: entry level. "

"Ding! Serve, badminton skill + 1, current progress: 310. "

"Ding! Catch, badminton skill + 1, current progress: 410. "

"Ding! Current badminton skill: 510, 1

He has never played badminton, but he can learn now!

Under the strengthened ability, night Hong's badminton skill advances by leaps and bounds, has directly passed the novice period.

"It's almost warm up."

Another time when badminton flies back, night Hong Mou son instantaneous fine awn flash.

"Ding! Trigger entry-level badminton ability, automatically strengthen badminton skills

"Bang!"

The racket is tight, hitting the badminton, drawing a gorgeous parabola.

This goal is quite different from just now!

The boys in the Institute of physical education were stunned and couldn't react at all. They watched the badminton fall behind them.

It was quiet on the field.

How could they have never imagined that the first point was even better than Yehong.

"Bi --"

"the archaeology class gets 1 point, which is 1:0 in the archaeology class and 1:0 in the financial management class!"

Luo shaocong's voice, let the boy in the Sports Institute come to his senses.

"It must be luck!"

He looked a little serious, gritted his teeth and said, "next, I won't give him a point!"

Because Yehong scored, the next ball was Yehong's serve.

Just when the boy in the sports college thought that Yehong's second ball would still be as light as before, he found that the ball speed was far faster than he imagined! 180 Novels www.xs180.com

"Whew --"

a small badminton, which is patted by Yehong's racket, seems to turn into a shell, flying over the net as fast as a meteor!

"Oh

The boy's pupil shrank suddenly. Unexpectedly, he was hit directly on the head by badminton.

After a scream, the boy had a big swelling on his head.

"Bi --"

"the archaeology class has got 2 points, which is currently better than the archaeology class 2:0, financial management class 1!"

Yehong got another point!

There was a great silence in the crowd.

Everyone looked at night Hong in astonishment, some of his head could not turn.

Is this the rookie you just laughed at?

the audience of the Financial College decided to cheer on the players from several sides!

"Come on, finance school!"

"The school of finance is mighty!"

The whole indoor gymnasium is full of their cheering sound.

Although the archaeologists also tried their best to help Yehong, the tiny voice was drowned out by the financial college.

Night Hong heard the voice outside, mouth hook up a radian, light way: "today let you understand, there are many things can not be solved by loud voice."

Because Night Hong serve again score, the third ball or night Hong serve!

When night Hong takes up the ball again, the opposite Sports Institute boy's eye already had the frightened taste.

The hand holding the racket was shaking.

"Bang!"

The third ball, no accident, the sports college boy still did not catch.

The fourth goal, the fifth goal, the sixth goal...

the score unconsciously came to 21:0.

At the moment, I don't know when the off-site refueling has been completely silenced.

Inside the stadium, there was a strange silence.