Chapter 493: Number Two vs Number Three
"Yeah, I'm really unhappy with you." Jimen found us all on the court, and then looked at us with a domineering world. It was really a bit too bad. At least I had the urge to be a man.
?Many people don’t understand, why are you unhappy with Master Jibu?
"Why are you actually above me when you lose? When you arrive at Stadium 2?" This is why Jibu is unhappy. In fact, anyone will be unhappy if you change it, but there is no way. Whoever lets others defeat Stadium 2 directly.
"There is no reason, it's just that I won the No. 2 Stadium." Xiao Jin spoke indifferently.
However, after he said this, many people almost vomited blood. This guy is also a cute guy with a sinister and dark heart, and he is comparable to a certain senior.
"Then let's compete with who is the real victory group!" More and more people were unhappy, and they directly challenged everyone at Stadium 3. After all, if everyone has been in a fire for so long, it will be very troublesome if they don't vent.
"Just as for Stadium 2, you are really not a good match for your actions." Yukimura's words were simply the fuse for easy storm.
Yukimura, who was leaning against the other side, looked at this side slightly. Sanada nodded slightly, but her face turned even darker. I didn't say anything, just put my hands in my pockets and froze the No. 3 Stadium with my eyes.
"Hiss~ It's so interesting, let's go and compete!" Haitang directly put down the war book.
Mu Shu walked over and threatened Jia Fei directly, "Student Jia Fei, do you understand?" Jia Fei nodded slightly, then looked over with a sharper and firmer look, expressing his determination.
"The eyes are really good." Mu Shu couldn't help but speak with admiration, with a sharp look, not bad.
Buer looked at the people on both sides, and then said with a smile, "Then please give me advice." Without saying that, everyone's eyes had begun to fight for a long time, so now the action game has begun.
The competition begins.
I looked at the guys who were having fun helplessly, and I didn't know what to say. Everyone is so physically strong. I just defeated Stadium 2 and came to play against Stadium 3. It was really boring.
Many people's opponents are guys who defeated themselves before, but I have never seen Maple Leaf of the Equal Garden. I guess that guy has gone? It doesn't matter, he left, I'm out of sight. I'm not the kind of guy who loses, I must defeat him. I just want to make sure that I won't lose to the same person for the second time.
But it seemed like I broke my promise. The uncle defeated me many times, and at the hands of the Equal Institute, I also lost several times. It was really hateful. In fact, it would be better to say that I am madamadandane.
"The one who wins will be our No. 2 Stadium!" The robot of Huadi could even say such a long sentence, which is really magical.
Lying on the lawn, I don’t have that much enthusiasm, and I don’t know what I really have, so I can only lie down here and rest, or watch those teenagers play basketball, which is really boring.
Looking at the small ball jumping on the racket in front of me, I don’t know what emotions I have infused with this tennis ball, whether it is boring or casual, but if it is for these two reasons, I probably wouldn’t participate in this u-17, because for boredom and casual, it doesn’t matter whether I participate or not, but I still felt happy the moment I received the invitation.
It was a very strange joy, as if I was a little happy, and even my stiff face seemed a little loose.
That's why after losing, I tried hard to become stronger, climb up the mountain and participate in training. Although I always have the idea of "not caring about it" and "just be fine", I am still constantly getting stronger.
It’s not because I’ve never been willing to admit my weakness, but because I don’t want to lose in the field of tennis, not for the sake of face, but for myself, but I still haven’t figured out what for myself? What’s left for myself? Or I haven’t lost something, but I can’t figure it out.
Alas, I sighed helplessly, and I should take one step and count it.
"Boy, catch it!" Suddenly, 12 balls rushed towards me with a sharp sound of breaking through the air. The guys from the No. 2 and No. 3 are really bored. They stood up with a jump, and then turned into several figures and shot 12 balls back.
Chapter completed!