my sister is a supermodel

Roca was confident that he would not concede the ball. He stretched out his racket and was about to kick back hard when his knee suddenly went limp again.

Oops!

It's dead ball!

If you lose a goal, you have to bark like a dog, and how can you bark like a dog in front of girls?

He knelt down on the grass, slammed, and slid forward, just like on a football field.

When the ball was about to jump up, he held the racket horizontally with one hand and sent the ball back.

"Wow~, Roca, your legs are weak again!"

Ivaka smiled while catching the ball.

boom!

The ball flew over again.

"No, just a regular catch position"

Rocca whipped the ball back again.

"Routine? Football?"

Ivaka laughed.

"Yes, no matter what the posture is, as long as you catch it, it's a good shot! I'm optimistic about Ivan, I'm going to make a bigger move, and this time I will solve the battle with one move."

"Come on though!"

"Watch the ball!"

Rocca made a pose, slapped the ball, and dunked the ball back.

According to his prediction, the ball should have landed in the right-hand area, but Iwaka rushed over suddenly, too fast.

when!

The tennis ball bounced off the floor and hit her chest.

"Ah~"

Evaka crouched on the ground clutching her chest.

"Sorry Ivan, Ivan, are you okay?"

Roca touched his forehead, it was quite heavy just now.

"Did you do it on purpose?"

Evaka clutched her chest, her cheeks flushed.

"How is it possible, how can I be so accurate?"

Roca walked over and squatted down, "Ivan, why don't you go to the hospital?"

"Humph!"

Ivaka stared at him, "You did it on purpose. You just said that you want to make a bigger move. Is it such a despicable move?"

"No, it was just an accident"

Roca spread his hands, "If I can hit that accurately, I will hit you every time."

"What did you say?!"

Evaka was furious.

Snapped!

Roca patted his mouth, "Sorry, I made a slip of the tongue and accidentally said what was in my heart."

"what?!"

Ivaka grabbed his collar and pushed him to the ground, "You mean what you mean? You mean you always wanted to hit me with the ball?"

"No no!"

Roca sat on the ground, raised his hand and said, "Ivan, you know, I get nervous when I see you, sometimes my mouth becomes stupid, I just said something wrong"

"Are you telling the truth when you're nervous? The truth is that you've been trying to hit me with the ball, especially in the chest, right?"

Evaka asked, tugging at his collar.

Roca spread her hands, glanced at her chest, and turned her head again, "I have thought about it...but only a few times, Ivan, I won't lie to you"

"How many times? You are so bad!"

The girl got angry, tugged at his collar, and patted his shoulder.

"Huh~"

Suddenly she saw something strange through the collar.

"Roca, why are you injured?"

"No no!"

Roca quickly pulled up his collar.

"Haha, don't hide it, I have seen it all, there are scratches, bites, and bruises, these injuries are quite fresh.

Roca, you won't be beaten, will you?These injuries don't look like they were caused by a fight, but more like they were left by a girl. Could it be that a girl beat you up?

Does that mean you got punched by a girl?Who is that heroine?Why did she beat you?Are you taking advantage of her?Say it quickly! "

Evaka asked enthusiastically, tugging at his clothes.

"Is your chest no longer hurting? Let's continue teeing off"

Roca changed the topic and asked.

"It still hurts!"

The girl rubbed her chest and gave him a blank look, "Hurry up, or I'll settle accounts with you!"

"....nothing to say"