Cross the net king: tennis princess

Ryoma was slightly taken aback when he heard this, he shook off Bell's hand grabbing his sleeve awkwardly, "No."

"Sure enough... you really like fanning, right?" Ling smiled perfectly, and gently raised her long hair, "If you really like fanning, go after it, but it may be difficult given your size. ..."

Ling put on a disgusted expression, looked straight at Ryoma, "By the way, you're really short..." After finishing speaking, she was very cooperative and stood on the horizontal line with Ryoma. Sure enough, Ling was only a little shorter than Ryoma.

"I don't care about that." Long Ma dragged and walked in the opposite direction, ignoring the bell at all.

"Okay, okay, you are really headstrong, let's sit down and talk." Ling smiled and shook the bell on her wrist.

Ryoma's movements paused, as if dissatisfied with Bell's words, he took it out of his pocket and threw it behind him. Bell smiled slightly, without any emotion, and easily caught the powerful ball.

"You, you still need to practice more... go to the pavilion over there." Ling tossed the ball in his hand, and then played with it like a football.

A strange light flashed in the eyes of Ryoma behind him...

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"You are a substitute, so let me analyze the situation for you." Bell took out a blank piece of paper from his pocket, and put on his coat and hat.

"Look, the strength of Qingxue is almost equal to that of Bingdi. Now Qingxue has won a game, so the match between Qingxue and Bingdi is very likely to win. The players who played in the front are all very powerful players, and you, if you The one who has the chance to play is the last one to play..."

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