"So what if you bully people too much? Don't you know that the venue here belongs to our wild club now?"
He waved the racket and made Yokojie close his eyes... A gust of wind in front of him was formed by waving the racket, and he was afraid that the racket would hit his bag the next moment.
"We obviously came first!"
The handsome boy raised his head and was very determined. Although he was afraid,... they would not surrender easily.
"Hmph! It seems you are looking for a fight!"
With a wave of his hand, the thick boy behind him started to cheer... "Oh oh ~"
Surrounding Yoko-Jie and the boy... the other one covered his knees and lowered his head...
Just when they wanted to teach Yoko-je a lesson...
Bang—
A tennis ball hit the thick boy's face, leaving a mark that could not be eliminated for the time being, and its red and swollen eyes...
"That brat is desperate!"
Covering his eyes, Wu Kui pushed away his brothers, squinted his other eye fiercely, and his anger ignited...
"I!"
Leng Shiyue walked to the stout boy... The cold eyes were shining with cold light, which made the stout boy in the cold snow. He kept going down and didn't know how to answer, and stood there in a daze...
"October...why are you here!"
Yokojie stood up, obviously feeling a little uncomfortable with Leng Shiyue's appearance, and seemed to not want Leng Shiyue to see her in such a miserable appearance.
"Give me your hand!"
Leng Shiyue stared at the hand she wanted to put it. She was injured and moved around. Is this guy a fool?
Guru...
Yoko-je swallowed, and now October seems to be very angry...
He handed his hand timidly to Leng Shiyue... The slender and white palm had been wiped, with fine sand and gravel on it...
Leng Shiyue pinched the palm of her hand and pinched out the fine sand and gravel... Hissing-"It hurts so much! October, be gentle!" Yozijie exhale, and October did not relax at all.
"I know it hurts? Is it still showing off?"
Leng Shiyue slapped the injured hand with a slap. The hand, which was originally painful, was even more painful, as if it was about to lose consciousness...
"Leng Yinyue! The matter is not over yet, what are you doing!"
Jiang Yan covered her forehead and ignored the anger of more than a dozen teenagers, focusing on the injured teenager in front of her, with a little strange in her heart. I wish the injured teenager was herself. But...will Leng Shiyue treat him like this?
"Boy! I'm very angry, the consequences are serious!"
The young man Wu Kui was burning with a raging fire, and for the first time he was ignored from beginning to end...
“Your look is trendy.”
Leng Shiyue pulled Yang Zijie, glanced at the angry Wu Kui, and silently threw a sentence...
"Soul is fading!! I want to compete with you."
Wu Kui was crazy. He saw his appearance from the mobile phone screen... He looked brave and handsome. Now he looked like half of the panda face? He must make this young man pay the price!!
"Oh, you play tennis too."
Leng Shiyue looked up and swept the racket in Wu Kui's hand. After realizing it, Jiang Yan almost fell down... Why don't he play tennis and compete for the field? Are he sick?
"I don't play tennis, why am I fighting for the venue? Are you fighting for soy sauce?"
Wu Kui clenched his fists and restrained them, preventing his impulse to beat Leng Shiyue from breaking out...
"All right!"
Leng Shiyue nodded and accepted Wu Kui's challenge...
"Wait a moment!"
Wu Kui stretched out his hand to interrupt Leng Shiyue's footsteps towards the center of the tennis court... Leng Shiyue turned around in confusion...