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115 race

"Well~ So how should I provoke..." Jingfan gently hit the racket in his hand, and then suddenly understood something, "Then... that's it."

"Miscellaneous!" Jingfan smiled evilly and pointed the racket at Qianshi provocatively.

Everyone around him gasped, "No, you dare to say such words. This kid is too arrogant."

Qianshi, opposite, looked at the mirror fan excitedly and smiled indifferently, "Boy! The game has begun!"

I really didn't expect that the inferior disguise of the mirror fan was not discovered. Perhaps because I was wearing the clothing that the men's tennis department chose, I was sure that she was a boy and her voice. In addition, even though she was a little short, she still had a dragon horse, so others didn't care.

Even if I have never seen a man from Qingxue choose a mirror fan, he should just vent his anger or make it for others to see it.

After all, Qianshi just lost a game, so he should be very embarrassed.

But there is no way, not only because of the boring bet with Xue Xi, but also to punish you for disturbing me to sleep!

The mirror fan chuckled gently, flipped the racket, facing the inside was a thousand stone, facing the outside was myself, I want to...

It should be...

Let me...

The mirror fan smiled gently, and the racket also landed steadily at this time...

Yes... facing outward!

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The second floor above the ground amp;

"Hey, I heard that there is a small guy chosen by Qing Xue from the first floor to fight with the mountain's thunders..."

"Really, go and have a look!" Several men walked towards the stairs incredibly quickly.

And behind him, Buji was the one who had a frown, and the little man Qingxue chose... Echizen!

No, the main choices of Qingxue are here, so...

That person is...

Chairman!
Chapter completed!
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