"Outspin serve." Seeing that Mai was completely defeated by my own heart, I didn't need to continue talking nonsense with her. To be honest, this crazy woman is not bad. At least she has enough physical strength to support me for twenty minutes.
In the past, many people competed with me, and they couldn’t even support me for ten minutes. Not bad, not bad, but... still madamadadane
"Qianye Liu, one day I will defeat you, a person who looks down on women!" Mai said this time without any anger, but with firmness and determination.
Look down on women? I twitched my mouth, when did I look down on women? It seems that I am also a woman, but in fact I just look down on you, not on women. I can be considered a feminist.
"madamadadane!" I threw the racket down in a handsome arc, picked up my bag and walked out of the street tennis court. Really, I shouldn't mess with this lunatic. I'm going to starve to death now. I'm so careless.
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"Remember, my name is Qianye Mofeng and I can't play tennis." After walking a few steps, I suddenly said.
I casually bought a piece of bread and a can of ponda. No wonder Ryoma likes to drink it so much. It is indeed good and very suitable for children.
"Well, my deskmate." A person suddenly appeared in front of me. It was Kirihara? How did he know that I was here? Or was this guy stalking me?
I continued to drink my soda and ignored this single-celled child, who was very cold and expressionless. "I saw your match with Mai, a member of the women's tennis club." Kirihara scratched his head, seemingly displeased.
Know how to organize language.
Are you really following? A cold murderous look flashed in my eyes, "Are you following?" A very dangerous question, which seemed to be much more terrifying than the tone of Deputy Minister Sanada's words. Kirihara shrunk his neck and took a step back.
He waved his hands hurriedly, "No, no, I cleaned this and prepared to return it to you. I saw it accidentally! But you are so powerful! I am the second-year ace of the Lihai University Tennis Club. You and I
Let’s have one!”
He held his forehead speechlessly. This Kirihara Akaya is really a fighting maniac, which makes people collapse. "I can't play tennis, I hope you won't talk nonsense." He raised his head and drank the ponda in his hand in one gulp, then threw it away.
, accurately entered the trash can.
"Your accuracy rate is so high? And you still say you can't play?" Kirihara was very dissatisfied. Why would a person who is good at playing say he can't play? It's really strange.
"If you lose, don't ask me to play ball, and don't tell others that I know how to play." Standing up, I walked to the street tennis court that Mai took me to before. It was not far from the school anyway. After I finished playing,
Let's go get something to eat. Well, I'm still hungry.
Komatsu Kirihara strongly demanded that I not give up the game, so the service game came to me very luckily.
He raised his head in the air, threw the ball, jumped slightly, and then violently hit the front. With an external spin, the serve whizzed away towards Kirihara. "Ah!" It was no surprise that anyone hit him in the face.
Everyone will feel scared when the ball comes, and Kirihara is no exception.
"I must defeat you!" In the second move, I gave up the outspin serve. As far as I know, Kirihara should also be able to serve the ball with outspin. Could it be that I taught him this? It's terrible, I frowned.
The racket in my hand suddenly swung forward, but I turned around and used the racket to block in front of me, and hit a short ball. "Damn it!" Kirihara didn't catch the ball, and fell to the ground all of a sudden, his blood stained red.
to his knees.
"I want to dye you red!" Kirihara's eyes were bloodshot and his whole body turned red.
Humph, is this the level? Ritsukai’s second-year ace? “Madamadadane!” This guy loves playing violent tennis. In this case, I should also play violent tennis. I haven’t felt that way in a long time.
I held the racket tightly, and then I threw a ball hard. Then I jumped up quickly, the racket hit the ball, and the tennis ball rushed past like an arrow from the string.
‘Bang’ Kirihara was hit and flew backwards for several meters. “Weak.” I moved my mouth indifferently. Kirihara still has a lot of room to grow, but he always likes to dye himself red, which is really troublesome.