Will that shame be carried on his body for the rest of his life? Yang Huihua's face flushed. The swelling on his face yesterday has not subsided, and the corners of his mouth are still red and swollen.
"Look, look! The wound on the corner of Yang Huihua's mouth was caused by Shiyue Dian's tennis ball!!"
"Yes, I heard about it too!!"
"What did you hear? I saw it!!"
Some people chirped, some rolled their eyes...
"What? You saw it!! What was it like at that time??"
When everyone gathered together, everyone said something to each other... The voice was not loud, but it was heard clearly. Yang Huihua held the racket tightly in his hand, his eyes were filled with hatred, and he was so angry that he had lost his mind.
"I'm going to kill you!!"
Rushing to the net, the racket in his hand suddenly hit Leng October——
"Ah - October Palace!!"
The scared girls covered their eyes for fear of seeing the bloody side, Leng October said with a sarcastic smile...
The tennis ball in his hand came out of his hand, whipped away, and collided with the tennis racket...
With the help of force, the tennis racket was originally coming towards Leng October's mask with thunderous force, but was stopped by the tennis ball...it stopped in the air, the rotating tennis ball exerted force, and the tennis racket flew back...
Standing in front of the net, Yang Huihua opened his eyes wide...The tennis racket hit his forehead and scratched his eyes...
"ah--"
With a cry, he covered his eyes and squatted on the ground, blood dripping down -
"Shameless!"
"Deserve it!"
Even with the consequences, Yang Huihua still doesn't get sympathy. No one will forget that sentence, "I'm going to kill you!" Such cruel words, but he still wants to hit Leng October with a racket while others are not paying attention!
"You can still live if you do evil in heaven, but you can't live if you do evil on your own."
Leng Yueyue glanced at Yang Huihua who was squatting on the ground. Blood seeped into his fingers, spilling out traces of bright red, but Leng Yueyue's eyes were still cold and thin.
He took his belongings and walked out of the tennis court... Everyone looked at Leng October silently...
"Don't you think you are too cruel?"
The young lady held the camera and looked at Leng October with her pure eyes.
"The weak prey on the strong. If I didn't fight back, I would be the one injured now!"
With a light taste and a cool breath, Leng Shiyue glanced at Wang Dongjian with pure eyes. He once had such a pair of clear and clear eyes, but so... they were still clear, but they were muddied by the world. In that clarity
There is a touch of darkness.
Wang Dongjian stared blankly at Leng Yueyue's back, while other viewers were shocked by these words.
Yes, if you don’t fight back, you will only be hurt!!
Everyone's eyes changed from admiration to respect as they looked at Leng Yueyu, showing the demeanor of a strong man. Indeed, in this world, the weak eat the strong.
"Then...you can avoid it, right? Why do you want to do this?"
Biting his lip, Wang Dongjian took a step forward to block Leng Yuyue. He persistently needed an answer. He was not such a cruel person.
"I will not offend anyone unless they offend me. If someone offends me, I will repay him a hundredfold. This is just the first step!"
Leng Yueyue stared at those smart eyes, arrogant and cold, and domineering in the world. Jiang Yan, who was standing on the high platform in the middle, raised the corners of his mouth. He liked such wantonness, and even more liked such indifferent arrogance.
"good!"
The silver mask, the dazzling light, the black clothes, the cold temperament, and the aura are so powerful that people cannot ignore it. He is actually...