This little man's killer move received enthusiastic responses from the surrounding audience. As if they had found a sandbag to vent their anger on, they kept showing off their "street faction" victory.
Bing Lei also began to pay attention to this little man.
The ball he just shot was similar to her Shura. But his ball was not controlled at the baseline.
Could it be that he is another kid who can't handle the ball like Bo Si?
She automatically thinks that the other person is younger than her, because compared to her mental age, she is already a mother-level figure.
The little man was panting. Maybe he had lost a lot of energy when he hit the ball back in front of the big man. However, he still refused to show weakness and glared at Bing Lei. The provocation in his eyes was surprising to everyone.
Can see clearly.
Is he provoking her? Bing Lei raised her eyebrows at the little man. She didn't understand why, and she didn't offend him for no reason. Why didn't this little man seem to like her very much?
Bing Lei once again sent out a ball, but neither of the two opponents received it.
Binglei and Bosi exchanged positions, this time it was Binglei's turn in front.
Just when she was about to pass by Bo Si, Bing Lei heard Bo Si say lightly: "Don't wander around during the game."
She suddenly understood.
The surrounding spectators were relatively far away, so they didn't realize that she was distracted. However, the Yamamoto brothers opposite were not far away. They have been playing tennis for many years and have very good eyes. One look at her empty eyes, and they can guess.
It was obvious that she was absent-minded. For a tennis player, this was simply a shame and a great humiliation.
But the Yamamoto brothers were on the opposite side and she was not surprised that they could see her eyes. Why did Bosi know that she was distracted even though he was in front of her?
The little man walked to the baseline, took out a small ball and hit it on the ground, but he just kept staring at Bing Lei.
Bing Lei scratched her head helplessly again. She didn't mean it. Why was this little guy looking at her like this? It seemed like his eyes were telling her: I'm about to serve. Watch out for me. I'm just facing you.
Hit!
Okay, she admitted that she was very chic, and she was actually a bright luminous person. But how could he pay so much attention to her in broad daylight? Could it be that she had practiced her high-profile skills to the point of perfection?