Chapter 056 Council
Rong Le was dragged to the tennis court by Ming Cheng.
Qiu Hai's tennis club is very strong and is a popular club in the school. Becoming a member naturally earns you a lot of points, which is also enough to meet the extracurricular performance requirements of the school.
The president of the tennis club was undoubtedly Ming Cheng, who had brought him in.
As soon as he entered the tennis court, Mingcheng's whole demeanor changed.
If he is the leader of everyone in the classroom, here he is the real king.
Seeing Ming Cheng coming, everyone on the court except those who were playing greeted him, and at the same time looked at Rong Le beside him with curiosity.
"Captain, why are you here? Isn't today the day for the council meeting?"
The vice-captain asked in confusion.
"It doesn't matter whether you go to that kind of boring party or not." Ming Cheng said casually, looking at Rong Le, "Do you have any experience in playing tennis?"
Rong Le: "I've only watched one tennis match."
He still remembers that the opponent who lost the game tried to save face by saying that chess was not his best field and that he was best at tennis, and he forced him to watch his game.
Unfortunately, Rong Le had no interest in this kind of sport that required sweating profusely in the sun. She was very bored in the stands and almost fell asleep.
And now he was standing on the tennis court, also having been pulled here by someone.
Ming Cheng: "I'll teach you. Go to the lounge and change your clothes first."
He gestured to the deputy captain, who immediately understood and told the others to clear the area for Mingcheng to use later.
Rong Le was led by him to the lounge. Qiu Hai's school uniform was not suitable for a sport like tennis, so he needed to change into special sportswear during practice.
The tennis club's sportswear also follows the design concept of Qiu Hai's uniforms. The gray and white POLO is low-key and elegant, and there are also sports equipment such as wristbands in the same color. Rong Le took the things Ming Cheng handed to him, only to find that the other party had already prepared all these things.
“…”
Rong Le looked at the pair of sneakers that matched her perfectly and was speechless. Ming Cheng didn't notice anything wrong and said naturally, "Okay, change your clothes. I'll take you to practice."
In fact, all the members who join the club seriously are very good at tennis, and there are almost no people who know nothing about it. The competition in the tennis club is fierce, and there are assessments every once in a while. Those with poor grades will be expelled from the tennis club, so there are no newcomers in the true sense.
Mingcheng is a big devil on the tennis court. Others feel a lot of pressure just being stared at by him. If they knew that he planned to teach a newcomer, they would think it was a fantasy.
Rong Le sighed, knowing that she couldn't escape, so she took off her clothes quickly.
Mingcheng was somewhat satisfied to see that he was clearly reluctant but still surrendered.
He was about to look away to change his clothes, but for some reason he couldn't look away.
The young man with black hair and green eyes had a slender figure. He lowered his eyes coldly and unbuttoned his vest with one hand. For some reason, he was particularly attractive. The skin on his neck was white and delicate, as if something was constantly tempting him and making him unable to look away.
His gaze moved from the boy's flexible back to the plump buttocks wrapped in his school uniform pants. Only now did he realize that this new classmate who interested him was incredibly beautiful.
This is different from Rongqing, and more attractive and beautiful.
Rong Le noticed his gaze and turned around to look at him in confusion. Ming Cheng seemed to be scalded and suddenly looked away.
The commentators who watched the whole incident said:
"He enjoyed a blessing that none of us viewers had."
"These bosses in the module are more sultry than the other. They all secretly want to attract Rong Le's attention, but they also have to act cool and aloof. Ha, men."
"I bet the young master will soon become a bootlicker. He's currently just rapidly attacking himself."
"Need I say more? Your eyes are almost glued shut."
After changing into sportswear, Ming Cheng handed him a racket with a calm expression on his face: "Let's go, I'll take you to the court to practice."
Rong Le couldn't help but sigh. He followed Ming Cheng to the stadium, and his expression showed reluctance.
Rather than running on the field, he would rather do some mental activities in the comfort of his house.
However, Mingcheng was very interested in this. In fact, he was in a good mood all day and was even in the mood to teach Rong Le the basic introductory training.
If it was someone else looking reluctant, he would have been annoyed a long time ago, but if it was Rong Le, none of this would matter.
When they arrived at the tennis court, Mingcheng's expression became serious.
"First, it's your grip. If you want to play tennis well, you have to keep up with your physical training. Otherwise, you won't be able to catch your opponent's powerful shots. Secondly, it's about hitting the ball from a standing position. You can start by feeding the ball. Once you're familiar with it, you can also practice it alone against a wall."
“The club has daily training sessions such as running and swinging a racket, and we have to do a lot of training to stay in shape.”
He frowned slightly when he saw Rong Le's thin body, and changed the subject: "Training should also be done slowly. After you have mastered the strokes, I will teach you the basic steps."
He took a tennis ball from the basket and stood behind the opposite net: "Now try to hit the ball back."
Mingcheng served the ball steadily and sent the tennis ball to the other side.
This simple technique didn't require much technical skill, and Rong Le fought back easily.
Mingcheng hit the tennis ball back again, increasing the difficulty bit by bit according to Rong Le's reaction ability. Every time he hit the tennis ball back, it was just at a level that Rong Le could accept but also brought some pressure.
This harmless serve was as easy for him as eating and drinking, leaving the others watching outside the court stunned.
Someone sighed: "I never thought that one day I would actually see the captain play such a soft ball..."
A nobleman like Mingcheng is not a patient person. Once someone displeases him, everyone will be so cold and sullen that they dare not even breathe. Privately, everyone secretly calls him the Big Devil.
However, today the big devil was actually patiently teaching a novice how to hit the ball.
This is simply a fantasy!
The two played on the court for a while, until Rong Le began to pant slightly. Sensing that his physical strength had been exhausted to the critical point, Ming Cheng stopped at the right time and said, "Let's stop here for today."
Rong Le was sweating a little and wiped her forehead as she prepared to clean herself.
There is a special shower room in the club. The amount of exercise just now was just an appetizer for Mingcheng. He was still not satisfied and planned to play a few more balls on the court. Rong Le went to the shower room first to take a quick shower, dry her hair, and then change into the school uniform she wore when she came.
It was enough to agree to Mingcheng to come to the tennis club. Putting in the effort to satisfy the young master's desire for control was only part of Rong Le's schedule. He didn't plan to spend the whole day on this.
Rong Le was thinking about how to reveal more information about the Council without Ming Cheng getting suspicious. As she walked out of the lounge, she met a girl before she even reached the outside.
Although the tennis club also recruits female members, it is generally dominated by men. What's more, a young lady with exquisite makeup is out of tune with the atmosphere of sweating on the sports field. She is obviously not someone who should be here.
Rong Le: "Hello, are we in the wrong place? This is the tennis club lounge."
The girl looked him up and down, her eyes cold and straightforward. She raised her chin slightly, not disguising her purpose at all: "I'm here to see you, Rong Le."
She saw the boy blink slowly and confusedly.
She said in a proud tone, "I am Eliza, Mingcheng's fiancée, and a member of the fourth seat of the Council."
The boy seemed to finally realize that she was looking for him: "Hello, senior sister?"
The girl nodded reservedly, her slender white fingers resting on her rosy lips. She tilted her head to look at him. Her anger slowly dissipated, and now she felt a bit of interest.
The boy in front of her looked too innocent and naive, as cute as a newborn animal. Eliza was originally worried that Mingcheng would be snatched away by a character from nowhere, but now she complained that Mingcheng was really not nice.
Such an adorable little guy was not shared with her, and she had to run over to discover it herself.
Her tone became more intimate: "Were you brought to the tennis club by Mingcheng?"
"He only thinks about tennis all day long. Even when I was dating him, he wanted me to watch him play tennis."
"It seems he likes you very much, otherwise he wouldn't force you to come here."
The black-haired, green-eyed boy seemed to be aware of the relationship between the two, and he didn't know what to do with his awkward hands and feet.
Eliza burst into laughter, raised her delicate and beautiful fingers, and tried to touch his cheek affectionately: "Okay, let's not talk about that. Can I call you Rongrong..."
"Eliza."
Mingcheng interrupted her with a cold voice.
Eliza paused and turned around to see Mingcheng standing behind her, holding a racket and looking unhappy.
Ming Cheng glanced at the two people standing: "What are you doing here?"
Eliza withdrew her hand as if nothing had happened. "Of course I came to see you. Seriously, you didn't even tell me you asked for leave, making me worry for nothing."
Her eyes swept over Rong Le: "I wanted to see what you were doing, but I didn't expect you to be so stingy."
Mingcheng's face darkened when he understood the meaning of her words.
He said coldly, "Elisa, don't try to pressure me with the matter of my fiancée. That's just a verbal agreement between the elders. You and I have nothing to do with each other. I warn you not to try to make a move on my people."
Eliza whispered, "How fierce."
The girl shifted her gaze to Rong Le and said with a hint of meaning, "Look, he's so fierce. Be careful, he might do the same to you someday. If you feel annoyed, come to me. I will protect you well."
The black-haired, green-eyed boy blinked his beautifully shaped cat eyes, seemingly not understanding how things had turned out this way.
Ming Cheng tutted his words and asked unhappily, "What do you mean?"
Eliza wasn't annoyed by his ruthless treatment. She chuckled and said, "What's the point? Your treasure has already been coveted. Even if you desperately protect it, you can't stop it. I might as well reserve a seat in advance to save myself the hassle of competing."
Ming Cheng sensed something: "Who would be so bored as to start such a dispute... President?"
Eliza smiled but said nothing.
Mingcheng had the answer, and he remained silent there, clicking his tongue in dissatisfaction for a while.
Rong Le observed the expressions of the two people from the side.
Obviously, he has become a diversion in the boring life of the council. Those seemingly gentle sweet words are just hypocritical acting to achieve his goals.
In reality they were just using him as a trophy to compete with the other members.
If it were someone else, they would probably be immersed in this false dream and think that they were a special illusion.
If you really immerse yourself in the sweet lies woven by these people, your ultimate fate will be to be abandoned.
A toy that is played with too much is worthless, and the fact that it is not broken is thanks to the kindness of its owner.
Rong Le had seen many of these vile games played by the nobility, but no one dared to put these things in front of him. He was a spectator of the game, but now he was in the middle of it.
A slight sense of offense rose in Rong Le's heart, making him want to do something.
...Perhaps, we should let them know who the real prey is.
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