But is she scared of Rocol? Will not.
The three people stood in a line and watched the seven people come over here.
"Ke, I said why there are them, they are really idle." Wen Xi was speechless to their brothers, and she had nothing to do all day, and she still went to class with them. She didn't care, but Ke'er was changed again. Bullied.
"Sister, those beautiful men are coming violently." Wei Nuo also saw the clue.
"We're not afraid of this." Rocol raised her racket, white sweatshirt with short skirt, refreshing and cute.
Mu Zihan's purple sweatshirt complemented his slender figure perfectly and seductively. A fanatic does not pay for his life.
Ann Guillao's burgundy wrap-around sportswear reveals his model's body at a glance. He is here to pick up girls, not to play.
Also dazzling light yellow sweatshirt. Mo Ye's black sweatshirt. Wen Qi's white sweatshirt. Gu Yansi's blue sweatshirt. Fengyuche's pink sweatshirt.
Seven colors absolutely kill the audience in seconds.
"Wow..." screamed, screaming besides screaming. A beautiful man is a beautiful man, and he can wear such sexy clothes even playing a ball.
Okay, nympho can come here, but you can't miss the class.
The physical education teacher calmly started teaching.
Lin Mengyao's eyes never left Mu Zihan. There is also the group of small followers around her, but also the loyal fans of beautiful men. "Okay, next is the time for free practice. You can practice in groups by yourself." The teacher ran away after playing. The students who left two classes are making trouble here.
"Hi, fellow students. Let's practice in groups now, okay?" An Jiyao said to the younger brother and younger sister who was opposite the senior year in high school.
"Okay, okay." Everyone agreed and agreed.
As a result, the personnel were divided into two halves, and then one person fought with the net.
The one who loses will be eliminated, and the one who wins continues to fight the next person up. Fight until there is no one on the other side.
Lin Mengyao was proudly divided into Mu Zihan's group, while Luo Keer and Wen Xi, as well as Yixuan, Gu Yansi, and Wen Qi were all on the opposite side.
The division is very even in this way. Now the game begins.
The tennis match officially started, and it can be said that Mo Ye on Mu Zihan's side is very tough. Yixuan here is also good, it can be described as a lot of competitive pressure.
Rocol cleaned all the useless things by himself, only a few masters remained.
Mu Zihan did underestimate Rocol's strength, but they didn't know their true strength.
In this round, Lin Mengyao played against Luo Keer.
Lin Mengyao thought she started to learn tennis when she was a child, and played tennis pretty well, so there was no problem with defeating that arrogant Rocol.
"Ah..." it was Lin Mengyao who was hit by a tennis ball in the shoulder.
"Haha, in fact, you are not very good, go away, goodbye." Rocol deliberately made a face with Lin Mengyao. I didn't expect to get that guy done so easily. I really don't know how to fight.
In this round, Luo Keer played against Mo Ye and was a very strong opponent.
With a face that would never melt from the ice and snow, Mo Ye picked up a tender yellow tennis ball, swung his racket, and attacked with sufficient force, fast and powerful.
Rocol felt very stressed. I tried my best to catch the ball and shoot it back. If I didn't receive it, I would be smashed to death.
Rocol felt that this was not possible. She wanted to find a way, so she decided to split the ball diagonally.
Sure enough, this move caused Mo Ye to lose his hand. Mo Ye took down the racket in disappointment and patted Mu Zihan on the shoulder, saying, brother, I lost.
"Well, I will come on, see how I kill her." Mu Zihan put down the racket on his shoulders. This game played against Rokol.
Luo Ke'er finally waited for him. In fact, she was really not sure whether she could beat Mu Zihan.
The sweat in his hand soaked the handle of the racket, Rocol squatted, squeezing the racket in preparation.
Mu Zihan serves.
The long slender hand took the ball and fell freely, then the right hand, swinging the pat, patted it quickly and accurately.
Rocol caught it with difficulty, and then slapped back.
You one, he one, back and forth no less than 20 or 30 rounds, there is no losing side.
Mu Zihan was impatient, he came here to teach that stinky girl. Must make her lose miserably.
Mu Zihan is the national tennis champion. Although this Rocol is not lost, he must beat her to the bottom.
Mu Zihan's strength was relatively strong, and the serve was very fast. The physically exhausted Rocoer finally failed to catch the ball, and finally hit his shoulder.
After a while, the tennis ball was like raindrops, crackling, and Rocol had no ability to parry.
Roker was not reconciled, and so angry, he shot back all the balls he received, but was blocked by Luo Mu Zihan and shot back.
Luo Ke'er was in pain all over her body, and she died of pain. The classmates around her were watching the excitement. Watching Mu Zihan's desperate attack on Luo Ke'er, Wen Qi and Gu Yansi couldn't stand it anymore. There was also Wen Xi. , Wei Nuo, all told Rocol to stop and not fight back. This way she will be more injured.
Very sadly, Rocol's whole body aches, what this damn Mu Zihan and the peat ancestor did. While cursing secretly, rubbing his wounds.
Mu Zihan came over to provoke a tempo, "I said, if you provoke me, you are dead,"
"Really? I don't think I will be dead. I will be stronger than a small strong. I can't beat or shoot. This will make you very disappointed. Mu Shao will be disappointed." Rocol lifted up in the sweat. Resolute little face, said unyieldingly.
The sun shone on her face, fiery and painful.
"Why should I be disappointed? It just means that what I have done is not good enough, so try to do my best." Mu Zihan's words without gunsmoke contained sharp thorns and pierced Rocol's heart fiercely. , He himself didn't know why he had to fight against this girl who had nothing and didn't have any attraction. Probably life is too boring, have some fun and fill in the emptiness.
Yes, that must be the case.
Lin Mengyao saw that the two people who knew such a grudge had long been happy. It turned out that even Mu Shao hated her. Such a girl should be bullied to death.
Mu Zihan picked up the beat and turned around, his lavender hair dripping with sweat, and the purple earrings on his left ear sparkled the confused eyes of people. He was like a noble king and could not be despised.
"Han, brothers. Are you leaving? Wait for me." An Jiyao chased after him. Just now he chatted with the little sister of a big tweet, forgetting that the group of people started to leave.