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Chapter Thirty-Two: Being Stalked on a Dating Date

"Then, I'm going out." Finally, before going out, he glanced at Echizen Ryoma and found that the boy didn't even look at her. What happened today? It was as if he had eaten explosives. He was also very cold towards her. It should be said that he had been treating her since yesterday. That’s it.

I remember that I made an appointment with Qian at a street tennis court. I looked at the watch on my wrist. Hyokui should be training after school in the afternoon, so I should go play with Qian before that. After walking a few steps, I felt something was wrong. When I looked back, I found there was nothing.

Weird, is it an illusion? Why do you feel like someone is following you? Are you too sensitive? Forget it, forget it, go to the street tennis court first, so as not to get impatient with waiting.

She called a taxi and got in. "Uncle, let's go to the street tennis court." Through the rearview mirror, she noticed that a taxi had been following her. Sure enough, someone was following her, but who was it? Ryoma? Impossible, with him With her stinky personality, besides, there was no reason for him to follow her.

Who could it be? I remember that they started following me from the doorstep of my house. It couldn't be Qingxue's group... It's very possible that those gossip freaks would not let this opportunity go.

Forget it, she didn't want to expose it. It was their business to follow her. Since they wanted to know so much, she just gave them some 'gossip', even though it was false.

"Girl, the street tennis court has arrived." Thinking like this, the driver's voice came to his ears. Ji Xue Tong smiled at the driver, handed the money to the driver and got out of the car. He saw Qian Zhen not far away. Zhi, walked over.

"Senior Gan, have you been waiting for a long time?" Then he took Gan Sadaharu's hand in a very intimate manner and motioned him to bend down with his eyes. Seeing that Gan was obedient, he bent down and leaned into his ear. Bian said: "We are being followed."

It seemed that not even Sacrifice Hitomi noticed that, in the eyes of others, Sacrifice Blood Hitomi seemed to be kissing Sadaharu's cheek. However, Echizen Ryoma, who was hiding aside, grabbed Momoshiro Takeshi's hand and gritted his teeth. .

Momoro Takeshi grimaced in pain, but he didn't dare to cry out, because at this moment, Fuji Shusuke was threatening him with his eyes. Why is his life so miserable? They all took it out on him.

"This is not good. If you are caught following someone, Gan and Xiaoxue will definitely be very angry. Everyone should go back. The competition is about to start. Why don't everyone go back to practice..." Shuichiro Oishi, known as Qingxue's nanny He was talking non-stop next to me.

"Why did we bring Oishi-senpai here?" Ryoma Echizen asked Fuji Shusuke next to him with some confusion.

"Eiji brought the big stone." Fuji Shusuke smiled helplessly. If possible, he would also like to move the big stone away.

"Xixue, why do you want to date Miki? Why don't you date me?" Eiji Kikumaru sighed in confusion, but he didn't know that he said the last thing he should have said. He saw Fuji Shusuke's stiff smile and Echizen Ryoma's unhappy look. , Shuichiro Oishi immediately covered his partner's mouth. If he continued talking, he might be killed instantly by those two people.

When Gan Zhenzhi heard Ji Xuetong's words, he said calmly: "I had expected that they would follow." He paused and then said: "The chance of you dating me is 15%. The chance of finding trouble with me is 85%."

"As expected of Senior Gan, he is just smart." Now that he had been exposed, Ji Xue Tong also said directly, "I plan to go to the Ice Emperor Tennis Club to investigate, and of course this matter is indispensable for us to be witty and loved by everyone. , the flowers are blooming...the professional paparazzi is fucking my senior."

I felt proud when I heard the words from the front, but when I heard the 'professional paparazzi' from the back, a drop of cold sweat slid down Qian's forehead. It turned out that he was a paparazzi in other people's minds, and he was also a professional...


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