Cross the net king: tennis princess

The wind gently blows her silky hair, which exudes an elegant fragrance like snow lotus, which blends with her indifferent temperament. The purple-blue hair hangs on both sides of her beautiful cheeks, exuding a touch of cuteness. The lavender eyes permeated with the sanctity and clarity of the sun.

This, this, the amazing kid is a woman!

Hey ~

Except for a few insiders who were not very surprised, everyone else looked at Mirror Fan in disbelief, hoping to see what was coming.

"Qianshi... I hate people disturbing my sleep and sneak attacks from behind, remember." Jingshan blinked mischievously, and smiled at Qianshi, who also smiled at her weakly.

"Also..." Jing Shan changed the subject and faced a group of people from Fudo Peak, "Isn't it true that Miss Ben looks so popular? You all seem to be meeting me for the first time! We are in I saw you in the regional preliminaries~"

The person from Fudo Peak shook his head suspiciously, and Jingfan snapped his fingers speechlessly, "At first I was watching the game from the tree, and then I came down after Ryoma was injured."

"You are..." Kamio finally realized and nodded.

Mirror Fan tilted his head, then turned to Saint Rudolph, looked at Guan Yue who was blushing a little, "Yo! Guan Yue, I was watching from the tree when you were doing your calculations~ Amazing."

The people around choked, who is this...on the tree...hehehe...

"Atobe! Long time no see..." Kagami greeted him friendly, and looked at Atobe Keigo with a smile.

"That's right! I still remember the time when I was excluded at Ice Emperor!" Before Keigo Atobe could speak, Xuexi jumped in, complaining dissatisfiedly.

"You really hold grudges!" Jing Shan said with a smile, suddenly a domineering momentum pressed her, who is it?

"Hey... Sure enough, you are the only one who can make such a perverted wind dance streamer ball and a super powerful whirlwind curve ball, Sa Lu..." A charming voice suddenly sounded, and Jing Fan's pupils suddenly shrank, Looking in disbelief at the source of the sound.

impossible……

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