He rushed forward with a tennis ball in hand... Unexpectedly, he unexpectedly threw his racket and hit Leng October on the forehead, causing him to lose control at the scene...
There was a bright red streak on Leng October's forehead...it was obvious that his forehead was broken.
"What are you doing, Gao Lulin!"
The referee didn't care anymore, jumped down and grabbed Gao Lulin's shoulder.
"October Hall!"
Yuan Beibei and others rushed in.
"go out!"
Leng Yueyue pushed up his hat. The bright red mark on his forehead and a wisp of blood flowed down his temple, leaving a trace of coquettishness and evil charm on this elegant and handsome face.
"But!"
Yuan Beibei gritted her teeth and stopped in place. The bright light in Leng October's eyes made her lead her sisters to leave the tennis court and stand on the outside.
"The game isn't over yet!"
Leng October's clear eyes were shining, clean and penetrating, bright and dark, shining like black pearls, but his tone was unmistakable.
The referee sat back down, and Leng October carried the tennis racket to the opposite court. Gao Lulin was shocked by Leng October's eyes with deep coldness. What did he see? The smell of blood,
Like a terrifying Shura with blood-stained murderous intent.
A cold chill slowly rose up his back, and he stared blankly at Leng Yuyue's back.
A touch of bright red next to her red lips seductively outlines her elegance and tranquility.
Holding the ball, Leng Shiyue squatted half-squat and gently threw the tennis ball up.
Jumping, she stood in front of the tennis ball, and the tennis racket was equivalent to a pistol, and the tennis ball was equivalent to a bullet. When the tennis ball touched the tennis racket, it was equivalent to loading the bullet.
Snap——
Moving forward rapidly, there is no intention of falling towards the goal.
"Bang——"
Gao Lulin turned around and saw that the tennis ball had been in close contact with him, leaving a deep mark of the tennis ball on his cheek, spitting out a mouthful of blood...and a tooth.
“Cold October! Damn it!”
His speech was a bit leaky and unclear, obviously because he lost a tooth, and his cheek was damaged at the moment, making it difficult to complete his speech, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Taking out another tennis ball from his pocket, Leng October smiled strangely.
Still aiming at the target, still moving with the same strength, the tennis ball was pointed right at the bridge of Gao Lulin's nose.
"ah--"
The shrill scream, obviously, the bridge of the nose was broken!
Although the voice was miserable, no one sympathized with him. After all... this was just a way of treating the person.
This was Leng October’s third serve. Her eyes were clear and sparkling, and Gao Lulin felt like there was a devil in front of her.
"I...I give up!"
I can't hear the sound of air leakage clearly...
"What did you say??"
The referee dug his ears and shouted loudly...
"I...I give up!!"
Gao Lulin fell to her knees with runny nose and tears. If she didn't admit defeat, her face would be disfigured. Plastic surgery would be so miserable if her facial features were misaligned.
"This sentence, Leng Shiyue wins!"
After confirming what Gao Lulin said, the referee announced the result.
"So handsome, this guy is great!"
"Hey, that's too harsh."
"Come on, who is Gao Lulin? If Leng October hadn't known how to counterattack, Leng October would have been changed beyond recognition. I saw that there was no wound on her forehead. It was hit with a tennis racket, not a tennis ball."
"That is, if you have the ability, why don't you use a tennis ball to fight back? If you can't beat him, then you will act like a rogue. I despise him from the bottom of my heart."
Among the chattering voices, some sympathized with Gao Lulin, but most of them agreed with Leng October's method. Since we play tennis, we should use tennis to decide the outcome instead of playing dirty tricks. This is simply not worthy of being a tennis player.