Cross the net king: tennis princess

Mirror Fan hid behind Longma in fear, what he was most afraid of was the mysterious and weird things at night, and this feeling tonight is...

Before Jingshan could finish thinking, Ryoma's steps quickened and he started to run.

"What's the matter, Ryoma, slow down, it's too dark to see..." Mirror Fan yelled loudly, and then felt something, shaking his whole body.

"There are strange people behind, hurry up, chairman." Long Ma took Jing Shan's wrist and ran quickly, but still did not shake them off.

"Let go—" Jing Fan suddenly smiled coldly, and said to Ryoma commandingly, "I'm afraid of unknown objects, now that I know they are people, there's nothing to be afraid of!"

Mirror Fan hooked his lips evilly, carefully took out the fan in his pocket, and threw his schoolbag aside, "Ryoma, step aside, you don't know martial arts!"

"I don't care about that kind of thing." Long Ma pulled his hat and sat in the distance with a face that was pulled to death.

"Cut—it's really attractive." Jing Fan looked back at Ryoma with a teasing smile, and then turned his head.

The moment he turned his head, Jing Fan changed his face and shouted indifferently: "Come out, miscellaneous!"

Offal?No, no, no, this is not chopsticks, this is a trained thug. Although he is not a killer, he can be regarded as a very powerful character.

As soon as the words were finished, strong men appeared one after another in the grass and on the roof of the building.

"Are you the Yinlin mirror fan?" A man who looked like a boss shouted in a rough voice.

"No—" Jing Shan lowered his waist slightly, rushed towards him, and then knocked him to the ground with a sweeping leg, "Wrong—"

"I am!" Jing Fan clapped his hands triumphantly and said arrogantly.

The man snorted displeasedly, and hit the mirror fan. The mirror fan didn't have the slightest fear, turned his wrist, and then the fan in his hand, which seemed to be only used for viewing and fanning, shot out kunai, nailing the thugs to the wall.

"Hidden weapon! Kunai!" The man spat dissatisfiedly and tried to move his body, but it didn't work at all. "Really, if you have the ability, come and fight."

"Who is fighting with you? You are so big and I am so small, so you must lose!" Jing Fan touched the hidden weapon in his hand, deliberately imitating the movement of smirking.

"Think about it...who sent you here!" Jing Fan asked coldly.

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