Muromachi is a cool second-year student. His dark skin is a gift for hard work. In addition, he is also committed to collecting intelligence through his interest in surfing the Internet, and he has a lot of knowledge in the school team.
"Ah, our supervisor said that the game must be serious, otherwise you will have to take Chinese medicine~~" Taocheng was provocative as soon as he came on the court.
Humph, Muromachi snorted coldly, don’t think you are the champions of the national competition? Those are all your seniors, and you are nothing.
"Haha, it's really lucky!" Muromachi was not as lucky as Chishi, so Taocheng successfully got the serve as soon as he got it. Taocheng smiled and now he must get a good score.
Taocheng gently flicked the ball, then quickly threw it, then suddenly waved the slap, and the serve made a mark on the opponent's field, raising a burst of dust.
"Bullet serve?" The people outside the court widened their eyes and used their tricks as soon as they came up. It was really merciless.
"Dong!" Momochi stretched out his finger and pointed at the opponent. He won the first game in less than two minutes and saved the serve. As for Muromachi's serve, although it was very good.
It is sharp, but Taocheng, which has been baptized by the national competition, can still receive such a ball when facing it.
Qianshi clutched the iron net with both hands, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently, "Damn Taocheng, is he so serious? Do you hate our Shanbo so much?" Qianshi wanted to rush onto the field now and then replace Muromachi.
"It seems that the coach on the field is a must-have." The few beside him pursed. Who wouldn't know that Taocheng liked to play with his opponents as soon as he started the game, but now he is so serious, it must be because the supervisor must have her serious.
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However, Qianshi raised his eyebrows. The one who was sitting in the court, Qingxue was a great beauty. Although her hair covered half of her face, she could see her beautiful outline. Qingxue was really lucky.
A straight ball rushed over, Taocheng suddenly jumped up, then grabbed the slap with both hands and hit it hard.
"jack knife!" The first-grade trio and two first-grade girls shouted. I didn't expect that I could see so many tricks from senior Taocheng so soon. It was really great.
Taocheng raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Gaga, it seems the game is coming to an end!"
"Taocheng, are you having a lot of fun?" I wore headphones and looked at Taocheng coldly.
Taocheng was busy hiding his hands behind his back and spoke embarrassedly, "Supervisor, just pretend that you didn't see it, okay?" I raised my eyebrows coldly again, and a knife swept away.
Taocheng pursed his mouth, then rolled up his long sleeves and removed the weight on his wrists.
"On the feet!" I was still wearing headphones and spoke coldly.
"Oh." Taocheng spoke awkwardly, but I was still looking at him straight. Taocheng knew that he could not be stubborn, so he had to squat down and take down the two loads on his ankles.
I know this guy wants to compete with Haitang. Because Haitang has worn two, Taocheng wants to wear four, and he also wants to see his own limits. But can you see the limits in this kind of competition?
"Did Tian Qingxue make a mistake?"
"That Haitang also wears a load-bearing game like this?"
"My God, Qingxue is too strong?"
If I want to end the game as soon as possible, maybe it is possible for them to keep playing like this, but the final exam is about to be held. If these two guys fail, they will have to forcefully withdraw from the tennis department, so I
It’s really troublesome to temporarily give a tutor to these two people.
Muromachi saw that Momochi's current speed and strength were stronger than before, and accidentally hit a high ball. Momochi naturally would not miss such a good opportunity. He stepped on the ground hard, then jumped high and smashed it.
When it hit the ground, the ball kept rotating and fell deeply into the ground. After the ball flew away, a pitch-black ball mark appeared.
"Super Taocheng smash?" Everyone outside the field exclaimed again.
"Game Taocheng, 6:2!" Qingxue also won easily in the second game.
Seeing Taocheng coming over with a smirk, I threw his stuff directly to him, and then turned around and left. If these two guys are not serious about making up for the tutoring today, don’t blame me for the reappearance of the power of Chinese medicine.
"Supervisor, I was wrong, okay?" said another sentence at the end of Taocheng, don't let me drink Chinese medicine.
But it's too late, you two guys who love to show off.