[69 Book Bar-www.] "Where are you going?" The tugging voice didn't intend to let the girl go.
The girl didn't look at the naughty boy, she just smiled and replied, "Let's go to the tennis court!"
Ryoma turned his head displeased, "I want to go too!"
The girl looked at Ryoma questioningly. Before she could speak, the gentle boy next to her had already answered, "Okay!"
Momoshiro hesitated to speak as he looked at the current situation, Ryoma, what are you going to do to Ryuzaki?
The three of them left slowly, and the tugging sound came slowly, "Momojo-senpai, Ryuzaki will be left to you."
Taocheng's handsome face suddenly turned into a bitter melon. Why is he always so unlucky?
Sakurano stared blankly at the three people leaving, her eyes dimming involuntarily. Ryoma, she really... likes Xiaoyue! Then she turned her head and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you, Momoshiro-senpai."
Taocheng turned around slightly, "Eh? Where is that smelly monk?"
The other three people also realized belatedly that the strange old man was indeed missing.
Xiyue looked at the young men on her left and right, and shook her head speechlessly, until she walked to a street tennis court and saw that familiar figure, and the heavenly voice with a hint of smile. "Xiao Xing!"
Juxing heard the owner of the voice and hurriedly followed the sound, only to see the beautiful girl looking at her with a smile. She jumped forward excitedly, "Xiaoyue, you are finally willing to show up. I haven't seen you for a long time!"
"Well, long time no see."
The two teenagers quietly watched the two girls getting further and further away from them. What is going on?
So the two teenagers, one smiling and the other still looking sultry, walked into the tennis court together.
In the end, the three of them did not take the field, but quietly watched the game on the field.
As a result, a strange phenomenon occurred in the street tennis club. Two beautiful girls were smiling and talking, while the two handsome teenagers remained silent.
The weekend ended like this in a chaotic day. Xiyue and the others said goodbye to Juxing and left the street tennis court.
Helplessly, he picked up the phone and dialed the familiar number, "Brother."
Zi Lingchen's soft voice came from the other side of the phone, "What's wrong?"
