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October Temple NO.153

"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.

And suddenly...zero turned around and stared at Dongfang Yu, flashing with a dangerous light...

Before the apple could be finished, it fell to the ground. Dongfang Yu quickly turned off the video. He patted his chest. It turned out that the boss was not allowed to peep around casually.

The fifty-to-two person came out, Leng Shiyue came to his venue, waiting for his opponent...

This opponent is very familiar with Fu Qiang?

Sure enough, we are quite destined to be together, otherwise... we wouldn't have met again.

"Boy, you must have the awareness of death this time."

Fu Qiang was carrying a tennis backpack and smiling sinisterly. He had obviously seen Leng Shiyue kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy, and was filled with tears and extremely miserable.

"It's day now, don't dream!"

Leng Shiyue corrected her tennis racket and took out a towel to wipe it.

The cold and cool words made Fu Qiang distort his face, and his slightly handsome face looked very terrifying.

"You shameless villain, trash, I'm gonna be!"

Yuan Beibei was so resentful when she saw Fu Qiang. She thought about her miserable experience last night. If she hadn't been saved, her life would have ended. Why is this person so sinister and despicable?

"You can escape the first day of the New Year, but you can escape the fifteenth day!"

Fu Qiang obviously not only Yuan Beibei said it, but he was very arrogant. I wonder if he had received support from some characters? Leng Shuangqing stood outside with her chest in her arms, smiling coldly...

"I will let you taste what it means to live without dying!"

Squinting his eyes, Fu Qiang's whole heart had been distorted. Perhaps he was deprived of the ranking of the top 100, or perhaps he was ridiculed by his friends around him, and he lost to a freshman.

From just getting glory to falling to the bottom, someone finally stood in front of him, "This opportunity is for you, let me get rid of Leng October in the game!" His cold words aroused the resentment and unwillingness in his heart, if it weren't for Leng

Will he become like this in October?

Grasping this life-saving grass, Fu Qiang will pull Leng Yue as a cushion, regardless of whether there is a cliff behind him.

"Wake up! The weather is good today!"

Leng Shiyue was mindless and said something faintly...

"Haha!! Don't daydream, if you want to dream about going home and sleep!"

Yuan Beibei put her hips on her hips, and she burst into tears. What are you trying to do? No bullshit, it’s embarrassing to come out.

"It seems that your lesson is not enough!"

Fu Qiang grinned and stared at Yuan Beibei with fierce eyes. The resentment in his heart changed, making Yuan Beibei feel fear and pale. Why is this person so terrifying?

"What are you doing? Fu Qiang, do you want to play?"

The referee wiping his sweat and climbed up to the platform. Fu Qiang was still very disrespectful to talk to people outside. Don’t he take him as the referee seriously?

"No!"

Fu Qiang restrained a little, and answered with a respectful and pleasing look.

"It's better if there isn't, the game begins!"

After a glance, he touched his chin and said, why is it still so hot this autumn?

Leng Shiyue serves, she is half-squatted and takes off with extremely standard standards, like a robot, perfect without any deviation.

Buzzing-

A light green arc, from this site to that site, suddenly deviated from the track...

Fu Qiang opened his mouth and thought he could catch it, but found that the ball had turned in another direction.

“1-”

As soon as the whistle blows, the referee announces the score.

Fu Qiang gritted his teeth and said that as long as he served one ball, she would be doomed to death with one ball!

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