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October Temple NO.371

Tennis is basically a sport for rich people to enjoy, and those who come to the Lover Island for vacation are basically either rich or noble, so the tennis courts here are basically in short supply.

It was only so early that Yokojie could only get the right to use an intermediate tennis court. He held the tennis ball and was very excited to fight Leng Shiyue.

When I remembered that when Yokojie was abused by others, Leng Shiyue bent her lips slightly.

"bring it on!"

Leng Shiyue faced with Yokoje and asked Yokoje to serve first. He was half-squatted, and his once youthful face gradually became mature. His shyness was now calm and calm.

“There is a problem with the serving method!”

Leng Shiyue took the ball from Yokoje and began to point out Yokoje's technique. She held the slap with her right hand and held the slap with her left hand. Her knees were slightly bent and her body was slightly sideways.

"What about this?"

Without receiving the ball from Leng Siyue's counterattack, he learned from his experience and grasped the slap and gradually became correct...

The two of them didn't say anything, and they were like playing a friendly match. They didn't use skills and simply hit the ball to the opposite side.

"So tired!"

Yokojie wiped the sweat on his neck. After exercising for a while, he felt that his physical strength was a little too weak. Looking at Leng Shiyue's face was not red and she was not angry, he was a little shy. Is he too weak?

“You shouldn’t exercise regularly!”

Leng Shiyue didn't seem to see Yang Zijie's embarrassment, and pointed out Yang Zijie's weakness very directly. The handsome Yang Zijie is very thin and has very fair skin. He looks like a noble young man at first sight! He has never seen the sun.

generally..

“….Well, I will pay attention!”

Yokojie scratched the back of his head, obviously very embarrassed by Leng Shiyue's words, but then made up his mind to exercise well, otherwise October would not be willing to play tennis with him next time!

"There should be a lot of social engagements, so you should pay more attention to exercise. The body is the capital of revolution!"

Leng Shiyue patted Yokoji on the shoulder. The mature and steady Yokoji felt a little distressed. Life and life experience drove him to grow up quickly.

"knew!"

Obviously, these words made Yang Zijie very happy. His smile was so bright that he could vaguely see the little tiger teeth, which flashed and was very cute~

"Young Master Zijie..."

The manager of Lover Island hurried over, and it was obvious that there was something important to find Yoko-je...

"I'm leaving first! I'm going to gather!"

Leng Shiyue patted Yang Zijie on the shoulder and did not disturb them talking about business. This point should be gathered. Today I want to meet the contestants of various sub-students~ I wonder, what kind of strength the other party is?

"Then I'll look for you later!"

Yokojie shouted at Leng Shiyue who was leaving, and saw Leng Shiyue's ok gesture... His mood became more and more comfortable. Even the things that the manager was anxious about were not a problem. He was calm and he was the real person...

"Where are you going!"

Murong Xie grabbed Leng Shiyue's hand, and the two of them were very close, and their breathing was lingering...

"Hate? Do you want her to die?"

Her crisp voice was bewitching, and she walked out from behind Shui Qingcheng and watched the interaction between the two people in the distance!

"Why did I let her die!"

Shui Qingcheng let go of his clenched fists, packed up his expression, and looked at Leng Yanran gently... This beautiful girl, Shui Yingying's eyes were innocent, but there were some vicious words in her mouth.

"Tsk...I misunderstood! Then forget it!"

Leng Yanran pouted and looked indifferent, shrugged... She didn't even look at Shui Qingcheng and was about to leave...

"Wait a moment….."


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