In just that moment, Xianyu's eyes changed when she looked at Yukimura. The slanting raindrops from the sky passed by her ears and brushed her cheeks coolly. They did not stay in the air for a moment, but fell straight down. The leaves covered with dust suddenly fell.
After being washed clean, Yukimura turned around and let the slanting wind and drizzle fall on his thin body. He lit up the white umbrella with no fancy shape and turned around, smiling indifferently at Xianyu.
"Tahara Maihime, if something happens to Xianyu." Yukimura paused before leaving the women's net club, "I will never look at you again in this life."
The heaviest punishment is not to hate someone who loves you, but to always ignore someone who loves you and never get attention no matter what she does.
Hearing Yukimura's heartless words, Tahara Maihime's eyes suddenly turned cold, and then she turned her head and stared at Takeshita Sianyu. She would never let this woman go. No matter what the cost, she wanted Takeshita Sianyu to leave.
Yukimura, no one else can think of what she can't have.
Tahara Maihime quickly stepped forward and threw the deformed tennis ball in her hand upwards. Holding the handle of the tennis ball, she jumped up and used all her strength to aim the tennis ball towards Xianyu's knees.
Xian Yu's heart was shocked, she had no time to dodge, she subconsciously shrank her arms but did not swing the racket, the tennis ball hit her knee, Xian Yu heard a loud "Gler" sound, the severe pain spread from her knees upwards, her teeth clenched
A faint trace of blood oozed from her lips. Finally, she couldn't bear the severe pain, and she looked up to the sky and screamed: "Ah————!"
Tahara Maihime sneered, "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, she returned all the pain Yukimura brought to her, this little bit is not enough!"
Xianyu squatted down, holding her knees. The slanting raindrops hit her body. The blood on her lips condensed into beads and dripped on the ground. The sweat beads on her forehead came out one by one. It hurt... It really hurt.
It hurts...the pain is a bit unbearable.
"Tahara Maihime, you just said that as long as you get rid of all the girls around Yukimura, Yukimura will choose you, right?" Xianyu controlled her voice, trying not to show pain in her tone. In fact, her appearance had already made her
Others saw her pain.
"Yes, so you all must disappear in front of Yukimura." Tahara Maihime put her middle finger on her lips and said this arrogantly. Those birds, birds, swallows, flowers and plants must disappear in front of Yukimura. Until then
When the time comes, Yukimura will discover that she is actually the most suitable person for him.
"Will you be happy if you get a choice that you can't choose?" Such an answer reminded Xian Yu of the most terrible words she used to reject others, "Even if everyone in the world dies, I won't like you." If this world is really true,
Only Tahara Maihime was left, and she wondered if Yukimura would say such a thing to her.
"Getting it is happiness." Distraught by Xianyu's words, Tahara Maihime picked up the tennis ball and swung it with all her strength, as fiercely as if Xianyu was her father-killing enemy, "Give it to me
Take the call."
The ball hit Xianyu's face directly, and her fair face was turned black by the tennis ball. If you look closely, the circle of black is still a little dark red. Now Xianyu can hardly even stand up. Her knees
He must have been hit hard.
"Tahara Maihime is so shameless, she actually bullied an already injured person."
"Yes, yes, only a shameless person like her can do this kind of dirty trick."
Tahara Maihime is another eye-catcher, and the boiling stadium is suddenly silent, which makes people admire her strong aura.
"3——6, gameover" the referee's voice echoed throughout the empty world.
The blood at the corner of Xianyu's mouth mixed with the rain and slid down his chin. He knelt on the ground and raised his head proudly, losing...losing again!
The main selectors from the men's tennis club rushed in and helped Xianyu up in the dirty muddy water. Yukimura looked at Xianyu with pity, why bother... why are you so persistent?
"One month later, our second game will continue here. If I lose, I will use up my right hand." Xianyu let Yukimura hold her, and she quietly turned around and glanced at Tahara Maihime in the rain.
"From now on...quit the tennis world and leave Yukimura."
