"That's right, if you have the ability, you can fight back with tennis? If you can't beat him, you'll be a scoundrel. I despise him from the bottom of my heart."
The chattering voices of discussion were sympathetic to Gao Lulin, but more of them agreed with Leng Shiyue’s method. Since they played tennis, they should use tennis to decide the outcome, rather than use tricks. This is simply not worthy of being a tennis player.
"Advisor, don't care about yourself!"
Zero was elusive. As soon as the game ended, he walked into the tennis court and picked up the scarf. He spoke in a little blameless tone, but he was helpless. This guy actually hurt himself.
Leng Shiyue didn't even look at zero, and walked to the next venue with his backpack. Obviously... Leng Shiyue's opponent did not come out...
"Tsk, it's not cute at all!"
Zero looked at the white square scarf in his hand, then looked at Leng Shiyue's back and smiled...
Leng Shiyue paused at a tennis court, watching a cold woman holding the racket in her hands, half-squatting, arching her back, looking at her opponent sharply, and her opponent was not weak, two people were in a stalemate, two masters were in front
One hundred matches really make people feel like they are wrong. Both of them can basically enter the top ten, but now... only one person is left behind the fifty.
Leng Xiaonuan? The president of Bingdi, her opponent is Feng Qingxu, but the speed player is in front of her. All the wind contains trajectories, and these trajectories are traceable.
He curled his lips... Leng Shiyue knew that Leng Xiaonuan would win because... It was too bad for a president to beat the captain of the Yanhuang Society.
"You can't win, stop jumping!"
Leng Xiaonuan smiled coldly, and the crisp sound was a bit cool, giving people a feeling of discomfort like the cold winter month.
"What a smug person! Ugly woman!"
Feng Qingxu obviously had something wrong with Leng Xiaonuan. She had a sweat on her face and her pretty face was full of disgust. She hated such a woman the most... it was so gloomy.
It seems like someone is seeing through it, and every time I hit back, I feel like I've frozen. I'm going to play with the slow motion.
Insight?
Leng Shiyue pushed his hat, and after knowing the ending, Leng Shiyue turned around and left... The tennis court was in full swing.
After taking a sip of Coke, Leng October looked at the dazzling sun in the sky, it was a little hot, sweat slipped on his cheeks, the noisy tennis court, Leng October was like an outsider, their blood was flying, they were full of enthusiasm, the tennis bag beside them seemed to have become
Heavy, squinted his eyes and looked into the distance...
"Advisor, apprentice, you have times of sadness!"
Zero sat next to Leng Shiyue, holding her chin, blinking her bright eyes, and a bright smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, obviously surprised Leng Shiyue's expression at this moment.
"Get away!"
Holding his tennis bag, Leng Yinyue stayed away from Zero, and Zero's eyes twitched. Is he that annoying? Is he that good-looking?
"Hey, hey, don't want to do this, I won't tell anyone!"
Zero moved his butt and put it on again. The two of them were side by side, without any gaps... His handsome face was right in front of him...
Leng Shiyue suddenly turned her face, her eyes facing each other, her face facing each other, and her breath lingered. Her eyes were indifferent, without any waves, clear and clean, but deep and invisible. Zero jumped away in a moment.
What's going on with him?
When he came to his senses, Leng Shiyue had already left and disappeared, and she could no longer be found on the stadium where people were coming and going.
The throbbing in my heart covered my chest...zero looked thoughtful.
"It seems that the boss also has a side of Sichun."
Dongfang Yu took a bite of the apple and looked at Zero's expression on the iPad screen... His smile seemed to have caught some handle.