Yingying's small waist made Zhou Beicheng's heart beat faster. After taking a look, he moved his eyes away and did not dare to look there again.

But Xia Meng seemed to have a magnet on her body, which attracted him tightly.

He had no choice but to look at Xia Meng's pretty and rosy little face.

How could Xia Meng know what Zhou Beicheng was thinking?

After she approached people, she raised her head slightly and asked with a smile: "Brother Zhou, how long have you been?"

Zhou Beicheng hurriedly calmed down and coughed lightly and said, "I just arrived too."

Xia Meng's face turned slightly red from Zhou Beicheng and analyzed that this person should have been standing in the sun for a while.

But when he said that, she naturally would not sabotage it.

Xia Meng lowered her head and took out the ping-pong racket she had turned out last night from her bag, then shook her smile at Zhou Beicheng, "I haven't played any more. Brother Zhou, you must show mercy."

Zhou Beicheng was amused by her playful smile and words.

He thought he was actually a person with a very funny point.

But for some reason, the little girl seemed to be on his laughing point, and she could easily make him laugh very happily.

"No problem. But maybe you beat me better than me, I should say this."

Xia Meng blinked, looking disbelief: "How is it possible? You are too modest."

Zhou Beicheng's mouth curled up: "You will know whether you are modest or not."

The two of them walked and chatted, and then they walked to the workers' club department.

There is no gate for clubs, and people can enter and exit freely.

It is open every afternoon and evening, and the weekends are even more lively, with the most people in the table tennis room.

Xia Meng remembers that the 26th World Table Tennis Championships were held in Beijing the year before yesterday, and they won three world championships in men's team, men's singles and women's singles, which greatly encouraged the people's hearts. Since then, table tennis has been swept across the country.

The Workers' Club is a dark green standard ball case, which is much taller than the open-air case in her original school.

Since it was not a weekend, there were not many people coming to play. As soon as the two of them came in, they went to the empty ball table by the window.

Xia Meng put the bag on the windowsill and then did a few warm-up moves.

After putting his bag apart, he walked to Zhoubeicheng on the other side of the ball table. He felt that Xia Meng was cute in everything he did, and looked at her with a smile in his eyes.

Xia Meng was a little embarrassed by Zhou Beicheng's warm eyes, so she quickly picked up the slap and walked to the next to the ball table.

As the saying goes, experts can tell if there is any one at a time.

When Xia Meng saw Zhou Beicheng's serving movement, she knew that this guy was definitely a master.

After the two of them fought for a while, Xia Meng also found some feelings back.

She knew that Zhou Beicheng was giving in to her and immediately asked: "Brother Zhou, come seriously, otherwise it would be boring."

Zhou Beicheng looked at Xia Meng, whose little face was pink and his eyes were so bright, and smiled slightly: "Okay!"

He immediately became an offensive type, with a fierce and fierce smash.

Xia Meng used to be good at playing football. She used softness to overcome hardness, picked up the dangerous ball, and then hit it.

For a moment, the two of them fought back and forth, and the fight was much more interesting than before.

Those who were playing basketball next to him watched the fun came over and made some noises from time to time.

In fact, the handsome man and beautiful woman were very eye-catching since the beginning.

The two are still fighting very well now, which has attracted people's close attention, and the low-key discussions are buzzing.

Xia Meng was physically unable to catch up with Zhou Beicheng. She was so tired that she was panting and sweating a lot. She signaled to take a break before taking a fight.

Of course, Zhou Beicheng agreed immediately.

If it weren't for watching the little girl get addicted to fighting and she had no intention of stopping, he would have called for a rest.

Xia Meng took out a handkerchief to wipe her sweat, but her eyes were fixed on Zhou Beicheng.

Although he looked rosy and sweated a little on his forehead, he looked like he had exercise after exercise.

But compared to what I look like now, it must be much better.

And she knew very well that Zhou Beicheng agreed to come seriously, but she still kept trying to fight.

I have to say that the physical gap between men and women is really big.

In addition, she is a person who does not exercise regularly, and she is incomparable to someone like Zhou Beicheng.

Xia Meng said slightly panting: "Brother Zhou, I said you are modest. As expected, I guess you are right, but it's really satisfying."

Zhou Beicheng listened to the sound made by Xia Meng, who was not far away from him and the sweet smell that belonged to her at her nose. Not only her neck, but also her ear tips turned red.
Chapter completed!