The cheerleaders who were pushed away were still in a state of being stunned because they saw Song Juyao's kick with their own eyes. They opened their mouths, looked at Song Juyao's back with admiration and awe, and did not join in the whispers.
among.
Song Juyao walked into the tennis court. Li Zhao hunched his shoulders and followed her like a little tail. He looked at Song Juyao's back with his head raised and his chest raised. He admired and worried at the same time. Is everything really going to be okay? Shooting shots from around him.
His eyes were like needles, not very friendly, and Jin Yao...
Song Juyao walked up to Ming Shu and asked with concern: "How are you doing? Can you still leave?"
Ming Shu looked at Song Juyao and shed more tears. She was speechless and nodded and shook her head. But everyone could see how happy she was about Song Juyao's appearance.
Song Juyao looked at Li Zhao: "Zhao Zhao, take her to the school doctor's office."
Li Zhao nodded and immediately went to help Ming Shu.
"Stop." The young man's low, cold voice came from behind, "Do I allow her to leave?"
Song Juyao turned her head and looked into Jin Yao's amber eagle-like eyes, seeing the unruly brilliance of wild animals inside.
Jin Yao looked down at Song Juyao from across the net.
"No matter what the reason is, it is not the reason for you to beat a girl like this." Song Juyao looked at him expressionlessly.
"Really? Then what are you going to do?" Jin Yao's racket pressed the net down and pointed directly at Song Juyao's nose with a dangerous look in his eyes, "Seek justice for her? Song Juyao."
Song Juyao stared at him for a few seconds, then looked away and looked at Ming Shu and Li Zhao: "Let's go."
Jin Yao looked at Song Juyao's back who didn't pay attention to him at all, and his face showed the anger of being offended, "Close the door!"
The door to the tennis court was closed immediately.
"Song Juyao, since you want to be a hero so much, I will make it happen for you. You can either catch the ball from me in her place, or kneel down and kowtow to me in her place to admit your mistake. Otherwise, don't even think about leaving." Jin Yao's voice sounded like a demon.
Li Zhao looked at Song Juyao nervously, and Ming Shu flinched. She was extremely afraid of Jin Yao now. He was a devil, and he could do such cruel things to girls. Why would she want to go with him because of her stupidity?
The plot of the campus idol drama, who the hell can walk like this!
She couldn't help but look at Song Juyao, what would she do? She couldn't help but feel some worries in her heart. It was clear that not long ago, she was still worrying about how to make Song Juyao suffer.
"Okay, I'll fight you. Let them go out first, they are too much trouble here." Song Juyao looked at Jin Yao and said.
Jin Yao's current unhappiness was all directed at Song Juyao, and he didn't care about Ming Shu anymore. He raised his hand and asked the gatekeeper to let him out. The two of them didn't leave because they were worried, so they looked inside through the barbed wire fence.
Song Juyao picked a racket that he thought was right and walked to the court.
This time it was a continuation of the game that Jin Yao and Ming Shu had not finished yet, so this game was Song Juyao's serving game. The yellow ball bounced twice on the ground and was held in the hands of the slender white hands.
【Ah ah ah ah, I'm afraid, Song Juyao is going to be beaten!】
[I feel so complicated. I clearly hated her before, but now I’m starting to worry about her.]
[Her frame looks smaller than Ming Shu, so she won’t be broken by a ball]
[Jin Yao is so disgusting, he beats women, he will definitely be a domestic violence man in the future]
[Everyone, please calm down. The live broadcast has just started not long ago. We haven’t seen enough yet. Please keep in mind that she killed a teenager in the real world just because she was impetuous and lustful!]
The small yellow ball was thrown into the air. Song Juyao's serving posture was standard and beautiful. You could tell at a glance that he was a tennis player.
"But Jin Yao has been playing tennis since he was a child. If it weren't for the Jin family's huge business, he could have gone the professional route."
"It's over, it's over, I quite like Song Juyao, I can't stand it anymore."
"I can accept it as long as Jin Yao doesn't slap her in the face. I'm Song Juyao's fan."
"Jin Yao is too strong. A boy can't bear to pick up a few pills with one hand. Song Juyao's little arms are definitely not good enough..."
"..."
"boom!"
The small yellow ball was shot out. It looked like an ordinary serve. Jin Yao sneered disdainfully, dodged slightly, turned the racket, and hit the ball back violently. Jin Yao's ball had bad intentions.
Yes, it directly rubbed against Song Juyao's cheek. The rough spherical surface and the speed made it feel like the cheek was grazing on the cement floor.
"Bang!" The ball hit the fence with a loud bang.
A red bruise instantly appeared on Song Ju's fair cheek.
Jin Yao: "I advise you to kneel down and beg for mercy."
Song Juyao ignored him and continued to serve with a calm look.
Jin Yao looked at her, feeling agitated for no reason, and tightened his grip on the racket.
It was the same ball as the previous ball, no matter in terms of rotation speed or rotation angle, it was not difficult for Jin Yao to hit it back.
"boom!"
The ball once again rubbed against Song Juyao's cheek. The ball, full of teasing, was just below a scratch on Song Juyao's face, forming a parallel shape.
There were six balls in the serving game, and Song Juyao served each ball exactly the same. Song Juyao's arms, thighs and neck all left clear and obvious scratch marks.
The moment he hit the sixth serve back, Jin Yao suddenly realized that it could not have been hit casually. If it was not intentional, it would be impossible to hit six identical balls. Anyone who knows a little bit about tennis knows that according to the racket and
The contact area of ​​the ball, the angle, the way of swinging the racket, and even the force will all affect the direction of the ball's rotation. Therefore, unless professional players deliberately hit it, it is impossible for every ball to be the same.
There was a conspiracy. Jin Yao narrowed his eyes slightly and decided to end this farce immediately.
He pointed his racket at Song Juyao: "It's my turn to serve. I've given you many opportunities. This time, I won't be merciful."
Song Juyao curled her lips slightly.
Jin Yao threw the tennis ball high and raised his arm to hit it. However, the moment the racket hit the ball, his arm muscles seemed to be suddenly shocked by an electric shock. A strong sense of stimulation hit his brain.
Most of the force was released uncontrollably in an instant, and the ball was gently knocked out.
What?!
Song Juyao ran a few steps, swung his racket, and hit the mediocre ball back.
Everyone has not come back to their senses yet, they just feel that the incident was so sudden that they are all confused.
"Catch, did you catch the ball from Jin Yao?"
"Song Juyao... caught the ball, won?"
"What's going on with Jin Yao? He suddenly became angry?"
"He's not that kind of person! Why?"
The ball rolled to Jin Yao's feet, and he looked gloomy, "What did you do?"
Song Juyao smiled and said: "Every serve is a backspin ball. After calculation, it looks ordinary, but in fact the rotation angle is very tricky. If you underestimate it, you will not be able to pass the net." Jin Yao
He is an excellent tennis player and soon discovered the secret of its rotation, so he changed his posture to hit it back accurately, but he did not notice the damage to his wrist and extensor muscles at that moment, especially Jin Yao's behavior every time.
Hitting the ball back hard puts a lot of burden on the muscles, and it only takes six times for them to issue a sharp complaint against you."
Since she couldn't break the situation head-on, she had to find another way. Jin Yao's arrogance gave her an opportunity. Her tennis skills were average. Her only strong point in this aspect was to prepare for the rainy day and train over time to produce this ball.
【I don’t know how serious it is!】
【Suddenly I feel a little hot-blooded】
[Although I don’t understand it, in short, Song Juyao calculated against Jin Yao and won? 】
[Awesome! High IQ is different]
【Song Juyao is really handsome!】
[So scheming]
Jin Yao understood and laughed angrily: "I didn't expect Song Juyao to have such despicable means."
"Classmate Jin Yao, do you use what you are good at to challenge others and do not allow others to use what they are good at to meet your challenges?" Song Juyao nodded her head and looked at him with clear eyes without fear.
.
There seemed to be something in Song Juyao's eyes that irritated Jin Yao. He suddenly became furious and suddenly crossed the net and walked to Song Juyao.
Everyone in the audience was frightened, thinking that they were about to see the scene of Jin Yao violently beating Song Juyao, and for a moment they did not dare to make a sound.
Jin Yao grabbed Song Juyao's chin and stared at her condescendingly: "What are you proud of? Are you worthy of looking down on me? Who do you think you are?"
His hands were very big. In contrast, Song Juyao's face was too small, and her chin seemed to be crushed. Song Juyao's eyes instantly turned red in pain. She reached out to grab it, but the hand was as motionless as an iron plier.
. Those clear and gentle eyes flashed with a hint of wolfishness in their bones. Song Juyao suddenly turned her face hard, Jin Yao's thumb slipped on her lips, and then the lips opened and covered the finger.
For a moment, the soft touch of his lips and the wetness of his fingertips were particularly obvious. Jin Yao was stunned for a moment, and then severe pain hit him.
Song Juyao's bite was as hard as a wolf biting him, as if his thumb was bitten off. Jin Yao immediately let go of Song Juyao and jerked his hand out.
"You!" Jin Yao looked at his thumb that was bitten with a bloody mark in disbelief, and stared at Song Juyao in disbelief.
Song Juyao's eyes were slightly red, and she wiped her lips with the back of her hand, "Violence can't solve any problem, but if classmate Jin Yao touches me again next time, don't blame me for being rude."
After that, she turned and left. The student guarding the door was already shocked and did not dare to stop her.
Li Zhao and Ming Shu were waiting for her outside. When they saw her coming out, they greeted her and left together.
Ming Shu looked at Song Juyao with very complicated eyes. Her body was covered with scars and the fingerprints on her chin were shocking, and this was all for her. Even in reality, she had never met such a person. It turned out that she was in despair
This is the feeling of being given a helping hand at a certain moment.
"Thank you." Ming Shu's tears fell again.
Song Juyao looked at her like this, his slightly angry eyes softened as if they had melted, and he took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears.
"Let's go see the doctor."
The corners of Song Juyao's mouth raised. Under the sun, even if the girl looked a little embarrassed, it seemed that she couldn't stop the light of her soul radiating from her body, which was so shining.
Yes, when you are in despair, it feels like this when someone lends a helping hand. It's very warm, isn't it? It's touching, right? At this moment, you want to repay the other person with the whole world, don't you? You feel that the other person is an angel, don't you?
In this period of her previous life, she fell under this kind of offensive, but she didn't know at that time that in order to be the savior and avoid being targeted by other students, the few beatings she suffered were caused by them.
A self-acted masterpiece.
Now that things are changing, you have also tasted this feeling, which is great.
Jin Yao held his thumb and stared at Song Juyao's back. After a while, he realized that there were so many people in the audience staring at him, and roared: "What are you looking at? Get out of here all of you!"
Chapter completed!