Cross the net king: tennis princess

In other words, the ball that suddenly bounced high feels very similar to Feng Wu's floating ball, so the method of cracking it is simple. Then, I can't use her ball all the time, and I should make good use of my skills...

So……

Jing Fan smiled wickedly, aiming at the course of the ball, ran a few steps forward quickly, then turned around suddenly, squatted her body halfway, and drew a graceful arc on the ground with one leg, her wrist lightly With a slight twist, the racket in his hand hit the tennis ball back.

The golden tennis ball drew a golden ray of light in the air, and rushed towards the bell like a rocket. Just when the bell was about to hit back, the course of the ball changed suddenly. The ball fell from the sky, bounced a few times, and then remained silent.

"Golden Arrow." Jing Fan retracted his legs, straightened his body, carried the racket on his shoulder, and smiled wickedly.

"Referee, announce the result." Jing Fan curled his lips and looked at the dazed referee with feigned displeasure.

"Oh, the game is over, 3-2...that..." the referee poked his head and asked suspiciously.

Jing Fan was so angry that he was about to vomit blood, crossed his arms and looked at the referee sitting on a high place, "Yinlin Mirror Fan."

"Hmm...Yinlin mirror fan, huh?" The referee looked at the mirror fan in disbelief and almost fell off, "You, you, are you the new chairman?"

"It's been two months, you don't know yet, miss, you are really low-key." Mo Liang gave the referee a cold look, and pulled the mirror fan into his arms without any explanation, "Miss, don't do such dangerous things in the future." Things, you are only ten years old, please pay attention to safety. You have nothing to do, my aunt will come back, and my brilliant 13-year-old life will be over." Mo Liang sighed and looked at the sky, shaking her head helplessly.

The mirror fan sprayed, and looked suspiciously at the figure of Mo Liang's logo. It was bulging forward and backward, and it was on time. "I can't tell at all. You are 13 years old. I thought you were in your 20s."

"Miss—" Mo Liang stood up abruptly, looking at the mirror fan pretending to be unhappy.

"That—I'm sorry to interrupt your pleasant conversation. According to the agreement, Yinlin, you are the head of the women's tennis team." A soft and pleasant voice said lightly.

"Bell!" Coral roared with some displeasure.

"I would like to admit defeat." Ling looked at the mirror fan calmly, and slowly took off his cloak.

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