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October Temple NO.6

[69 Book Bar - www.] The opponent turned sideways and threw the tennis ball in his hand into the air... He squatted half-crouched and lifted it hard with both feet... It was actually very high, and he served the ball in mid-air and hit a smash...

The force of the ball was very hard...Leng October ran back...

The tennis ball bounces off the ground….

The moment it bounced, a lob came... and it just passed the net...

But the opponent was already waiting in front of the net... He used his height advantage to intercept the tennis ball.

"15 to 0"

The referee's whistle sounded and the score was shouted out...

Leng October walked to the white line, bent down and picked up the tennis ball...she put it safely in her trouser pocket.

When he turned around, the opponent on the opposite side had already hit the ball. It hit the side of the face. It was very thrilling. Leng October looked at the opponent's eyes coldly, spun in a circle, and increased his strength...

Bang——

Everyone just felt a flash of light in front of their eyes. When they looked carefully, the tennis ball was already in front of the other party. It was not hoisted, but spinning in place. If it had taken off, the tennis ball would have been facing the opponent's face.

Fly away.

"15:15"

It was the opponent who was still serving. The opponent who was just playing around put away his contemptuous attitude and looked at Leng October seriously...

There is aroused anger, and there is also the excitement of meeting a powerful enemy.

The two people stared at each other in silence, and the audience outside the venue gradually became excited. The most frequent scenes flashed before their eyes, and their breathing felt rapid.

Leng Shiyue pursed her lips and looked at the other party panting...

"0 to 30, the final game."

Except for the first ball, the opponent didn't score a single point. It was terrible. The referee couldn't help but be surprised.

Leng Shiyue holds the tennis ball and does not throw it up normally...but spins it up. The higher it spins, the faster it spins. The tennis ball touches the racket... and sparks appear from the friction...

"Bang!"

The opponent clearly saw where the ball was, but when he arrived at the spot, the tennis ball that was right in front of him suddenly fell in the opposite direction.

What made him stunned for a moment...this was...actually...a polar serve.

I opened my mouth...I didn't expect...the opponent hit a polar serve...

The whistle finally sounded and the game was over... From the beginning to the end, Leng October didn't say a word...

Holding Reed Tennis in Pants Pocket…

All kinds of European newspapers are flying all over the place about the legendary tennis genius Leng October.

The final champion of this competition was a fifteen-year-old boy.

With a cold face and a trophy raised in his hand... this photo has been circulated not only in Europe... but also in America, Asia and other places.

Leng October held the trophy and handed it to the man in front of him...

“Well done!”

The cold voice contained no hint of praise and was completely inaudible.

Leng October lowered her eyes... This is Warm Castle, the place where Leng October has lived for ten years... She can stand in the restaurant of Warm Castle today because of the trophy in her hand. The handsome man in front of her is eating dinner elegantly.

The girl as beautiful as a princess smiled lightly, and her lovely smile made people feel warm.

The scene of a loving father and a filial son left no trace of emotion in Leng October's eyes.

"Thank you for the compliment, father!"

There was no hint of gratitude in his cold words. Leng October stood proudly aside and watched the two people eating.

"Sunday is Yanran's birthday, remember to attend."

Leng Tianhao took the last bite of steak and left the restaurant with his princess.

That beautiful long hair...I used to have it...that beautiful princess dress...I no longer fantasize about it in the cold October...

She also left this so-called warm castle...

Everyone calls himself Young Master, but he lives in a servant's room and eats servant's meals. Isn't it ironic?


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