"Come on, why are you still here?" Kirihara, who was walking in front, looked at Juxing who was still in a daze and reminded her kindly that she was fine, but they would have morning exercises later.
"Oh, here it comes," Juxing said, looking at the racket in her hand, then trotted over to the person who lent her racket, and stuffed the racket back into his hand.
"Thank you for the racket," she thanked her, and then immediately ran to Kirihara. Everyone had left, and she didn't want to stay in this place and be looked at like a monkey.
When Kirihara walked to Narita and Kawazawa, he picked up a tennis ball from the ground, played with it in his hand, and then walked out of the court with the tennis ball, followed closely by Tachibana, who also passed by them.
He glared at them again. These two people really became more annoying every time they met.
After Kirihara walked out, he turned around, kept throwing up the tennis ball in his hand, and then caught it. After repeating it several times, he held the ball in his hand and Juxing also stood beside him, watching the ball in his hand going up and down.
Tennis, don't understand what he's going to do?
"Haha..." Kirihara laughed, a very weird laugh. Then he put down his golf bag, took out his racket from it, threw the ball in his hand high, and then hit the ball back with a bang.
"This is your ball, give it back to you" the ball flew out with what he could call a terrifying laugh.
After they finally left, Narita and Kawasawa stood up with trembling bodies. Then they heard a burst of strange laughter. When they looked up, they saw a tennis ball flying towards them quickly. They were dumbfounded.
"Ah..." This scream was loud enough
The ball accurately hit Narita on the right side of his face, and even his mouth was crooked.
"Okay, okay... cruel..." After he finished speaking, he fell to the ground with a bang.
Kirihara took back his racket and clapped his hands. He hadn't hit anyone for a long time, and it felt like it was too far away. At that time, this kind of thing was his favorite thing to do, so now, it's just a refresher, otherwise
, they are too cheap
"Let's go." He glanced at Juxing, who was still in an absent-minded state, and said, and then walked forward. Their captain had already walked a long way. If it were any later, Sanada would probably be punished again.
What a disgusting guy. He snorted. He was really confused and confused about this.
"Wait a minute, Kirihara." Juxing suddenly stopped Kirihara.
"What's wrong?" Kirihara turned around and saw Juxing pointing at the bicycle not far away.
"This belongs to Saya, can't it be placed here?" As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Kirihara running over immediately and riding the horse. Kirihara's eyes nearly turned from laughter. This is the latest model and he was about to buy it.
"Hey, Kirihara, wait for me." Juxing was really dumbfounded now. Why did this person look like this and didn't notice that she was still here?
Kirihara rode his bicycle very happily, and soon caught up with Yukimura Seiichi and the others, and jumped over them, stopping in front of them. Kikyo followed closely.
Is she too easy to bully? She is like this in the morning. How can her two legs run faster than two wheels? They look up to her too much.
"Kirihara, whose bicycle did you ride here?" Jack stepped forward and looked at the very new bicycle and asked. No one among them rode this, so whose bicycle he was riding now?
"That one belongs to Saya. In the morning, I ran and she rode it." Juxing answered slowly. In fact, she couldn't say who was fast. She was running too fast. And this group of people walked out too fast and didn't pay attention to the time.
, have come such a long way
Yukimura Seiichi gave Tachibana a faint glance, and then looked at Otowa on Jack's back. In his calm eyes, there was an extremely beautiful kite purple color, which was his eye color.
"Yukimura, are you hiding something from us?" Naota, who had been silent since the beginning, looked ahead and suddenly spoke.
Yukimura Seiichi raised his eyes and tightened the golf bag on his shoulders.
"Aren't you always weird? Otoyu and I don't look like we've just met for the first time." He didn't look at anyone, just looked ahead intently, as if looking at something, such as memories from the past.