Cross the net king: tennis princess

"Yinlin serves..." When the referee lowered his head and repeated weakly for the fifth time, Jingfan finally got rid of the shackles of the illusion.

"Yes!" Hearing the referee's voice, Jing Fan cheered up and responded loudly.

The referee burst into tears and nodded very moved.Jing Fan didn't bother to pay attention to him, took the tennis ball thrown by the caddy, and without thinking about it, relied on his physical habits, flicked the ball hard, and sent it out powerfully.

Then he moved very skillfully, and successfully caught the ball that Jiuguang hit back.

A few balls in a row are average.

Sure enough, An Yu Jiuguang's illusion is only willing to be used in her serve. It seems that the illusion must be used for a long time to exert its maximum effect.

But what was the inspiration that flashed through my mind just now...

Really, have you lost your memory recently?

The ability to respond is also a bit poor...

It's been weird lately...

It's kind of weird to see something that's fishy.

"Boom——" Jing Fan hit back a ball in a complicated mood, but unexpectedly, he used too much force, and the force was a little off, so that he ran far away from the original position.

Fortunately, it didn't go out of bounds.

An Yu Jiuguang looked at the spectacle fan with a complicated expression, and staggered to catch the ball.

staggering? !

The mirror fan had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly showed a wicked smile, showing the cute little white teeth shining brightly, and the proud look was extremely cute, but he wanted to be punched hatefully.

When An Yu Jiuguang saw Jingfan's smile, he panicked. Did she see her only weakness?

"Shua——" A rather powerful ball passed through the airflow and passed through the air fiercely. Jiuguang took a deep breath and immediately moved, but seemed a little flustered.

"Boom—" a muffled sound came suddenly, followed by an uproar.

Turning her gaze to An Yu Hisamitsu, she fell down. That's right, as a tennis player who can participate in the national competition, she would make the lowest mistake—falling down!

Jingfan's expression was very flat, looking down at An Yu Hisamitsu who fell on the ground, without saying anything.

"Damn it!" An Yu Jiuguang remorsefully hammered the ground hard, clenched his fist tightly.

Jing Shan laughed when she heard her words, shaking her white teeth, she was like a child.

This idiot, did she really think she saw her weakness?

That's not how a person's weaknesses are viewed.

What she is best at is none other than psychological tactics.Among her skills, 50.00% are psychological tactics.

A drop of sweat appeared on An Yu Jiuguang's head... followed by two drops...

She let out a long breath, stood up, and patted the dirty things on her body.

Standing up again, she still had that formulaic smile, clenched the racket in her hand, and stared at the mirror fan firmly without moving away.

"Ouch! Don't look at me like that! Or I'll think you like me!"

"Puff—cough cough cough..." This narcissistic guy, Jiuguang looked at the mirror fan bitterly, "You can say it again. What a disgusting guy..."

Jing Shan pouted, puffed out her cheeks, and shrugged helplessly, "This is what you asked me to say...you like..."

"Stop! Continue the game!" Jiuguang immediately interrupted Jingfan's next words, and waved his hand impatiently.

Jing Shan smiled evilly, tilted his head, and tapped his lips, "Yo... so... I started to use the trick?"

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