Ten days later, Bo Si was able to be discharged from the hospital. At this time, Bing Lei sent out invitations to Qing Xue, Hyo Emperor, Rikkaida, and Yamabuki at the same time.
Regarding this aspect of training, the principals of several schools will certainly agree, even for the sake of the surname Atobe...
When all the team members gathered at Atobe's house, Binglei was lying on the bed and fast asleep. The alarm clock on the sidelines kept beeping, but she turned around, raised her left leg high, and pressed down.
On the quilt, she continued her date with Duke Zhou, completely ignoring the "protest sound" of the alarm clock.
The maids outside the door raised their hands, wanting to knock on the door but not daring to do so. Bing Lei was so angry that she got up. If she was woken up like this, she might get very angry!
"What should I do?" Maid A couldn't help but ask her colleague next to her.
The people around her immediately shook their heads vigorously, "Don't look at me! I'm most afraid of young ladies! You know it!"
Although she has an angelic face, her personality is definitely in direct proportion to her figure!
Another maid swallowed her saliva, "But the young master asked us to wake up the young lady! Will she be scolded if she can't wake her up?"
It's impossible for the young master to scold them, but the housekeeper is 100% fine. He might even get fired...
The three people outside the door began to chatter about who would complete this great project. Bing Lei inside the door had also been awakened by the dutiful alarm clock.
With a wave of his hand, the alarm clock died in the line of duty. (Alarm clock: Author! I want funeral expenses! Remember to make my funeral more gorgeous!) (Xiao:...I said I have no money...)
Bing Lei casually grabbed the clothes that were placed beside the bed last night and put them on in a daze. She walked into the bathroom, and after washing herself, she opened the door and saw her maid's cute little dog-like figure.
eyes.
'The lady finally woke up! We don't have to be fired!'
Facing such loving looks from three aunt-like figures, Bing Lei reached out and scratched her hair, 'Does it mean that she looks very chic today? Why are they looking at her as if she's having sex?'
Bing Lei was thinking narcissistically when the maid next to her said: "Miss, the tennis players from each school have arrived. The young master asked me to call you to the lobby."