After hearing the words, Missia looked down and saw that the envelope she wrote today was exposed, and she felt embarrassed.

She was going to put this envelope in his shoe cabinet after Alvin left.

“Thank you for the reminder,”

Missia stuffed the envelope a little, turned her head and took a deep breath, and stood there as if nothing had happened.

But the blush on his face didn't look like nothing was wrong.

"Okay, today I'm training normally. I'll warm up first and keep up with Bingliyou."

After the words came, Kondo looked at the girl in front, "Classmate Bingli Yu,"

"Yeah," Bingli nodded, then started to act, trot around the indoor table tennis room, and ran in rows behind.

Alvin is in the last position.

“121!121….”

"So ashamed..."

Just as Alvin was hesitating whether to take advantage of the troubled waters, Ai Kondo suddenly shouted to him.

"Student Alvin, you have to shout it out, right foot one, left foot two,"

“…”

After running six laps, most of the girls were breathing lightly.

Alvin's face had no expression, as if he was not the one who had just moved.

"Yiji Yu took the fuck," Kondo said with a smile.

"Um,"

Actually, Alvin felt that there was no need to warm up if he only played table tennis for one class.

These warm-ups didn't work for him, so they didn't propose it.

But now there is a question that puzzles him: "Why are there no boys except him?"

After the warm-up exercise, Ai Kondo arranged for two people to practice together.

Because there are already specific candidates, Alvin has one more.

Ai Kondo went to practice with him

"Even is practicing with Mr. Kondo,"

"Mr. Kondo is very awesome. I hope that after the end, Alvin will not be too sad."

....

"Mr. Kondo, can you?" Alvin leaned over and held the slap in his hand.

"Don't underestimate me, Alvin,"

Ai Kondo's lips slightly raised: "I used to be a member of Chiba City team,"

“I’m sorry, I used to be just the top ten in the community,”

Alvin sighed lightly. He used to make friends because he was not good at speaking.

So his teacher gave him a suggestion, which is to have a hobby of sports.

Later he chose table tennis and did make a lot of friends afterwards, but he was a little older.

Several old men called him brothers, but I wonder how their son would feel after he knew it.

"It's okay, the teacher will let you do it, the teacher is going to serve,"

Ai Kondo held the straight slap in his hand, threw the ball upwards, and then quickly slapped out.

Facing the attacking ball, Alvin slapped his backhand and took it back, but he didn't use much force.

"Not bad, good," Ai Kondo's eyes lit up, and he took it back, and at the same time changed the straight clapping technique to the horizontal clapping technique.

Then he took a step back and squatted slightly, facing the ping-pong ball that was ejected back at high speed.

She drove the strength of the shoulder muscles and quickly hit her back when she saw the opportunity.

Alvin is not a fool either. No matter how Kondo takes it, he can take it back.

The table tennis lasted for ten rounds, and the footsteps became more and more urgent, and the ping-pong strike became louder and louder.

The students all put down the table tennis balls in their hands and looked in the direction of Alvin.

"Evan is so awesome," Missia held her hands together and placed it on her chest, her face covered with blush, and she looked at Evan.

"Mr. Kondo, pay attention,"

Alvin clapped his hands and clapped his hands straight, facing the ball that ejected from him, he got everything.

Then the table tennis ball flew high, and everyone's eyes flew with the table tennis ball.

Kondo Ai's mouth tilted slightly, she was going to kill her.

"Bang!" With a clear sound, the ping-pong ball fell into her net.

Ai Kondo instantly predicted the position and pulled out violently.

But the slap in her hand had no touch or sound, and she did not touch the ping-pong ball.

"How is that possible?" Ai Kondo looked shocked. She was a city-level team member.

Then, the table tennis ball bounced back in her eyes.

Ai Kondo wiped the sweat from his forehead: "It turns out that this is the technique. Alvin is really cunning,"

"Does Mr. Kondo continue?"

In fact, Evan and Ai Kondo didn't use much energy during the process.

"Continue, I have to take one of your goals,"

Kondo loves to move his wrist and hold the racket in his hand.

This time she decided to use all her strength to show this little kid what the city-level team member is capable of.

Seeing Ai Kondo's serious look, Alvin felt that he should respect his opponent, so he decided to show him the excellence of the community contestants.

"Bang!"

With a sound, the ping-pong ball ejected out instantly.

Alvin saw the strength of his waist and shoulders, cut the racket, and pulled it back violently.

The table tennis ball rotated at an extremely fast speed in the air, instantly hitting the opponent's table corner and ejected out.

"Wow!!"

"So awesome!"

"Did you see this ball clearly?"

"Class Bingli, you can't see clearly, how can we see it?"

"Just...what happened?"

Ai Kondo only felt a bouquet of white shadows running out.

Then he turned his head and looked at the ground, and saw a rolling ping-pong ball.

"Teacher Kondo, ball..." The member picked up the ball and trotted over.

Ai Kondo took the ball and saw a very dark blue mark on it, which was the color on the table tennis table.

"Student Alvin, you gave the teacher a surprise. I really suspect that you are of community strength. Do you want to go to the municipal level to train? I can introduce you to the past."

Ai Kondo put down the ball, hurried forward, put his hands on Alvin's shoulder: "Only the city can truly display your talent,"

Facing Kondo Ai's sincere gaze, Alvin shook his head: "I'm sorry, Mr. Kondo, I still like campus life,"

After hearing this, Ai Kondo put down his hand and sighed softly, then smiled: "That's a pity. The teacher will not force you. Campus life is worth cherishing.

If you want to go in high school, you can tell me that I can take you there."

"Yeah, thank you," Evan nodded.

Ai Kondo nodded and then looked at the onlookers: "Everyone, the class continues, and the get out of class has not ended. Go and practice quickly."

"Okay, teacher!"

"Next, let's continue to get along," Ai Kondo looked at Alvin.

"Yeah, OK,"

Not far away, Bingliyu's eyes looked at Alvin from time to time.

Because most of her table tennis clubs are not here to study hard, their level is not very high and there is very little talent.

After seeing Alvin's strength, she wanted to invite him to the table tennis club, but she didn't know if he had a club.

Just when Kondo Ai was sweating profusely, the bell rang and she was still not satisfied at this time.

"Everyone gets off the get out of class," Kondo Ai said.

Although the get out of class was over, only a few people left, most of them walked towards Alvin.

"Alvin, can you teach me how good it is to play table tennis?"

Kondo Ai smiled after hearing this, and pinched Misia's little face with both hands.
Chapter completed!