Bian Nan was stunned for a moment, and after a few glances, he recognized who this person was.

He was quite surprised. He opened his mouth before he could speak. The man turned to look at Coach Shi and pointed at him: "Is this the intern you are waiting for?"

"Well," Coach Shi glanced at Bian Nan, "You two know each other?"

"Think... let's know." Bian Nan came to his senses and nodded. Although he had worked hard to recognize this as a boring boss, he often went there and cat-chested, but he was a little surprised that the boss knew his name.

"This is my nephew," the boss said, waved his hand and walked down the steps, "You should take care of it."

Coach Shi didn't say anything and turned around and entered the training hall.

Bian Nan couldn't understand whether the relationship between Coach Shi and the boss was good or bad, so he didn't dare to speak much and followed Lao Jiang in.

Zhanfei's venue is very large, much higher than the sports school stadium. Bian Nan looked at the person waving the rackets on the stadium, and inexplicably itchy hands, and wanted to follow him up and take a few shots.

Coach Shi took Lao Jiang and him to the office behind. After introducing Bian Nan's situation, Lao Jiang talked about it for a while and then patted Bian Nan's shoulder: "Then you follow Coach Shi, I'm back."

"Oh." Bian Nan responded.

Looking at Lao Jiang's back as he left, he wanted to pounce on him and shout "Brother, please take me away..." Coach Shi's face, which looked so serious than Lao Jiang, made him feel extremely stressed.

"I'll take you around first," Coach Shi looked at his watch, "Let's get acquainted with the environment first."

"Okay," Bian Nan nodded, "Please trouble you."

"It's okay," Coach Shi took him out of the office. "You are not a formal intern now, so don't be too nervous."

"I..." Bian Nan felt a little embarrassed and scratched his head, "I'm a little nervous."

"You Coach Jiang said you are quite thick-skinned," Coach Shi looked back at him, "Will you still be nervous?"

"It depends on... the environment," Bian Nan was a little speechless about how Lao Jiang would introduce him to others like this. "I am quite thin now. I will probably be thicker after getting to know him..."

"This is a private venue, dedicated to members, and there are one-on-one coaches," Coach Shi pointed to several venues outside the office, "Are you very familiar with Yang Xu?"

Coach Shi's topic was too fast, and Bian Nan was still digesting the previous sentence. After a long time, he realized that the next sentence had no connection with the previous sentence: "Yang Xu? Who is Yang Xu?"

"You...uncle," Coach Shi looked at him and took him through the corridor and pointed to the venue on the other side. "There are many venues here, all of which are open, and there are fixed training classes."

"Oh," Bian Nan was a little dizzy by coach Shi's way of speaking with two contents in each sentence, "My uncle?"

"If you don't follow me directly during your internship, I will arrange for the coach to take you, mainly in the training class here. The work is tiring, but if you want to learn something, don't be afraid of being tired," said Coach Shi, "The boss is called Yang Xu."

"Ah...well," Bian Nan didn't know how to answer, but he still realized that the boring boss was called Yang Xu. He always assumed that the boss called Bored, "I often go to his place to have coffee."

"I just knew that everyone was arrested and said it was his nephew." Coach Shi said contemptuously, at least he didn't talk about two topics again this time.

"Brother Shi," someone passed by and greeted Coach Shi, "Didn't you have a class today?"

"If you are late, take the internship first." Coach Shi smiled.

"Oh," the man stopped and looked at Bian Nan, "Take it with me, it's quite high in specifications."

Bian Nan smiled at the man. It seemed that Coach Shi would not usually bring the interns to familiarize himself with the environment. I don’t know if this face was given to Lao Jiang or Yang Xu.

"I plan to arrange it for Gu Wei. He is not here, so I will take it with me first." After Coach Shi said that, he took Bian Nan to the side of the field. "Gu Wei is in charge of two training classes, and he is very busy. Just as an assistant was gone some time ago, you can do it first."

"Yeah." Bian Nan looked at the people who were training in the field. Many of them were very professional in movements, and they seemed to have been practicing for a long time.

"You'll go around today. I'll get some information for you to see first," said Coach Shi. "Tomorrow's weekend, come over two days when you have time. Gu Wei will tell you what you want to do. Usually, you come over when you have time. If you don't have time, come over on weekends. There are many people on weekends, so it's considered familiar with the work."

"Okay." Bian Nan nodded, accidentally lost the weekend. Although there was nothing to do on the weekend, he suddenly felt a little reluctant to let it go.

Coach Shi took him to circle all the venues and offices, and then went back to the office to get the information to him: "Internships are usually arranged to be in the branch. Jiang said that you have good professional quality and are thick-skinned, so I asked you to be at the headquarters and cherish the opportunity."

"Thank you, Coach Shi," Bian Nan quickly took over the information. He really couldn't understand what his face is and what does it have to do with the internship. However, Zhan Fei's several branches are in the suburbs of the city, and it was really difficult for him to run away when he wanted him to go to the branch, so he added, "Thank you."

"Call me Brother Shi, Coach Shi is too formal. It sounds a little uncomfortable," Coach Shi said, taking out a business card and handing it to him, "If you have any questions, please call me."

"Okay Brother Shi." Bian Nan took the business card and looked at it. The business card was printed very simply, Zhanfei Tennis Club, Shijiang.

After all the basic matters were explained, Bian Nan left Shijiang's office and slipped to the side of the tennis court. He found a bench to sit down, opened the information and started reading.

The information is all about Zhan Fei's introduction, history, grades, business scope, etc. It's a bit sleepy if he didn't read the two lines of Bian Nan. Over the years, he hasn't even read the words in the textbooks very carefully.

He took out his cell phone and looked at the time. Qiu Yi should be out of class now, so he called the phone.

"How is it?" Qiu Yi answered the phone very quickly.

"Hey, you answered it before I could hear it," Bian Nan felt at ease when he heard Qiu Yi's voice, "Do you miss me?"

"I'm sending you a text message," Qiu Yi smiled, "Are you working or are you done?"

"I have nothing to do today, I just get familiar with it. I have to come over on the weekend and arrange an assistant to do it first... Hey, let me tell you something, guess who did I meet when I come here today?"

"Bian Hao." Qiu Yi said without thinking.

"Fuck, are you upset?" Bian Nan laughed. "If it was him, I would be depressed. I told you that I would meet the boring boss who was so boring."

"He?" Qiu Yi was surprised, "Is he a half-dead person who went to play tennis?"

"I don't know this, but he knows Coach Shi, so he just introduced the very awesome coach to me," Bian Nan said, "I just don't know if they are familiar with each other."

"Just go and ask another day," Qiu Yi thought for a while, "If you are familiar with me, maybe you can help."

"Forget it, I feel that his man is unreliable every day as if he is not awake," Bian Nan smiled. "Today I told people that I am his nephew, but people said you know Yang Xu? I don't even know who Yang Xu is..."

Qiu Yi laughed for a long time: "His name is Yang Xu? Isn't he called Liu Xu?"

"But he actually knows my name. Isn't it amazing?" Bian Nan patted his legs with the information, and saw a young man in the field splashing the ball hard against the serving machine. He was very strong, but he was deformed without a few moves. He waved his arms without any sense of ease.

"Then I'm going to ask him if he knows what my name is." Qiu Yi also twitched.

"Your name is Qiu Dabao." Bian Nan was happy, looking at the man who was still spiking the ball, feeling a little uncomfortable, "Hey, I won't tell you anymore, I have to go and say to that guy, this posture is too awkward."

"Call me when you're done," Qiu Yi said, "I'll have to go to the hotel to rest tonight. Come and have a meal?"

"Okay, I want to eat fried rice with eggs." Bian Nan suddenly felt in a good mood.

"Hey, buddy," he hung up the phone, looked for another two minutes, stood up and walked to the side of the court and shouted, "Use shoulder strength!"

The guy who played the ball dunked two more balls before slowly turning around and looking here, asking with an unhappy look: "Who are you?"

After the man turned his face, Bian Nan saw clearly that this man was about the same age as him and had a very stupid beard.

Bian Nan smiled: "You played well at the beginning, but after a few shots, you only used your arms..."

"Who will I ask you?" The man interrupted him and asked with a frown.

"I... just passed by." Bian Nan saw that the man was very unhappy, so he turned around and planned to walk away.

"You open your mouth and say," the man slapped the net, "Come on, why don't you demonstrate it to me twice? See how awesome you are?"

Bian Nan looked at him and to be honest, in the past few years in the sports school, no one has ever spoken to him like this. He only talked about tennis and did not doubt his skills.

He was suddenly pulled by a stranger who was deformed after four or five beats with such a technical action. He said that he was very angry, but he still suppressed him and did not answer. He took the information and prepared to walk away.

"What are you running? If you don't have the ability, don't command people blindly." The man chased after him, saying this loudly. The few people and coaches who were practicing in the next venue looked over.

Bian Nan stopped and stood with his back to the man for two seconds. He threw the information in his hand back on the chair, turned around and walked to the edge of the net: "How to demonstrate?"

"How can I hit you, don't dare?" The man pointed to the serving machine, looking disdainful.

Bian Nan didn't say anything, and walked around and walked into the venue: "I use the beat."

The man threw the beat to him, Bian Nan took the beat and turned it in his hand. The beat was good, but this man's skills were not on the same level as the beat.

He stood in the middle of the field, the man turned on the serving machine, and a ball flew towards the half of the game.

It was forehand, which was Bian Nan's strength. He took two steps back, leaned back, jumped up and swung his slap and hit the ball back.

The boy leaning against the net stared at him with his arms in his arms.

The second ball has a bit tricky angle, backhand, and a very large angle.

While stepping over, Bian Nan saw an empty drink can at the man's feet. At this moment, he found a way to hide his backhand weakness.

He cut the ball with a backhand that was not strong enough, and accurately hit the jar.

The jar bounced and spiraled into the field.

For the next six serves, Bian Nan returned the ball to the jar three times, and the jar was smashed to pieces in the field.

At first glance, he saw the man's ugly face, and then saw a few people standing outside the venue who were not sure whether they were students or coaches. Bian Nan suddenly came to his senses from the sternness and felt that he seemed to be a little overconfident.

So he stopped and handed the beat back to the man.

"New intern?" The one squinted his eyes.

"...Yes." Bian Nan was a little uneasy, nodded and walked out of the venue quickly.

"You haven't mentioned my technical problems yet," the man said behind him.

Bian Nan turned around and there was no expression on the man's face. He didn't know if this sentence was provoking or really asking. After hesitating for two seconds, he still replied: "You have good strength, but after a few strokes, you won't use your shoulder and back strength."

"I've been taught." The man sneered.

Bian Nan didn't say anything, and looked down and walked through the crowd of the people watching the fun, and walked towards the chair.

He felt that he was doing something stupid today.

Just as he was about to get the information, Bian Nan saw Shi Jiang standing next to the flower bed behind the chair.

"Coach Shi, I... have itchy hands..." Bian Nan was suddenly embarrassed. The scene just now might have been seen by Shi Jiang, and I don't know what impression it would leave.
To be continued...