Ji Nianxi was stunned for a moment, her eyebrows and eyes curled up, and her eyes were clear, "Do you really want to use it?"

"Where do you come from so much nonsense? Hurry up." At first glance, I sound impatient, but when I savor it carefully, I feel shy.

Memorial Xi smiled and handed the pink racket to the boy beside him.

The little girl's racket is customized, and it is slightly smaller in size and light in weight for boys.

Lu Xingye casually waved the racket, and there was no feeling in his mind at all, and he was full of only one thought:

This handle... Memorial Xi just held it...

It seems that there is still some temperature left and a faint smell of milk hand cream.

After accidentally having too much movement, Lu Xingye frowned and pressed his shoulders and arms.

"How are you..." Ji Nianxi remembered the moment he blocked for himself in the utility room yesterday, and it seemed that he was smashed very heavily.

The bun didn't walk far away, and he was ecstatic when he saw this.

"Ayan, that guy seems to have an arm injury!"

She didn't control the decibels well for a while, and everyone around her heard it because the loud voice was heard.

“…”

Someone around him was talking about it—

"It's over, how can I beat you if you're injured?"

"It seemed quite normal to serve just now? Is Boss Lu showing off his strength?"

"I don't know how good Memorial Xi is. If it's very delicious, it will be miserable now..."

Mixed doubles, one dish, and the other strong point can barely be brought along.

If one dish or one is injured, even a god can’t take it.

Ji Mixi clenched her fists, as if she was determined, and said with her little face: "Lu Xingye, let's abstain."

Lu Xingye: "Memorial Xi, my fucking arm is not broken."

"That won't work either. Straining muscles will hurt even more." Ji Mixi stretched out her white and tender hand, "Give me the racket, I'll go to the teacher to tell me."

Lu Xingye lowered his eyes, his eyes stayed on the girl's delicate and delicate face.

Is she... worried about him?

No, it is impossible.

She said she didn't like him anymore, and he shouldn't have such unrealistic fantasies anymore.

She was just afraid that he would lose this game if he was dragging him down.

Lu Xingye's eyes were slightly dark, and he raised his racket and let Memorial Xi jump with his short legs, which could not reach them.

The little girl was a little angry, "You...you hate it so much. I'll give you the racket, I don't want it anymore!"

She turned around to find the teacher, but her collar was held by a pair of big hands and dragged back.

The tip of the nose smelled a faint clear breath.

The warm breath that the boy exhaled when he spoke fell on the back of her neck and said helplessly: "Miss, if you leave, let me hit two by yourself?"

Memorial Xi turned around and met Lu Xingye's smile.

He bent his finger and flicked her forehead, "Who told you that I can only use my right hand?"

Ji Mixi looked at him stupidly.

Lu Xingye calmly changed the racket from his right hand to his left hand, slightly raised the volume, as if he was deliberately saying it to the two of them:

"Although I'm not a left-handed, my left hand is enough to deal with them."

Bumble:…!!

This is too arrogant! Do you take them seriously?!

"The players on both sides are ready, and the competition begins soon!"

The bun said angrily: "Ayan, that boy is too arrogant. Let's give him some colors!"

Ayan didn't respond.

A whistle sounded, kicking off.

The bun is full of confidence and angry, and a tricky serve start...

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Ten minutes later, the game ended.

Lu Xingye turned his head and asked Ji Xi, "Tsk, are they so naive?"

The little girl nodded and said, "It's a good dish."

The bun stood there, looking at the huge gap in the score, his eyes turned black and he almost fainted on the spot.

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Chapter completed!