Kneel to Me

The huáng-colored ball was thrown into the air, and Song Juyao's serving posture was beautiful. At first glance, he knew that he was a tennis player.

But Jin Yao has played tennis since he was a child. If it weren't for the great career of the Jin family, he could have gone the professional route.

It's over, it's over, I still like Song Juyao, I can't stand it anymore.

I can accept Jin Yao as long as he doesn't slap his face. I'm Song Juyao's face fan.

Jin Yao's strength is too great, a boy can't stand a few with one hand, Song Juyao's small arm is definitely not good...

...

boom!

The huáng-colored ball was slapped out, and it looked like an ordinary serve. Jin Yao sneered disdainfully, dodged slightly, turned the racket, and slammed the ball back. Jin Yao's ball was malicious and rubbed Song Juyao's cheek directly. The rough sphere adds speed, like a cheek rubbing against a concrete floor.

Bang! The ball hit the fence with a loud bang.

A red bruise instantly appeared on Song Juyao's fair cheeks.

Jin Yao: I advise you to kneel down and beg for mercy.

Song Juyao ignored him, his eyes were calm, and he continued to serve.

Jin Yao looked at her, feeling agitated for no reason, and clenched the racket tightly.

It is not difficult for Jin Yao to hit the same ball as the previous ball, whether it is the rotation speed or the rotation angle.

boom!

The ball rubbed Song Juyao's cheek once again, and this teasing ball formed a parallel just below the scratch on Song Juyao.

There were six balls in the serving game, and Song Juyao sent each ball exactly the same. Song Juyao's arms, thighs and neck all left clear and obvious scratch marks.

The moment he hit the sixth serve back, Jin Yao suddenly realized that it couldn't have been played casually. If it wasn't intentional, it would have been impossible to hit the same six balls. Anyone who knows a little about tennis knows that according to the racket and The contact area, angle, swing, and even the force of the ball will affect the direction of the ball's rotation. Therefore, if it is not deliberately played by professional players, it is impossible for every ball to be the same.

There is yīn conspiracy. Jin Yao narrowed his eyes slightly and decided to end this farce immediately.

He pointed at Song Juyao with his racket: It's my turn to serve. I've given you many chances. This time, I won't show mercy.

Song Juyao slightly hooked his lips.

Jin Yao threw the tennis ball high, raised his arm and was about to shoot it out, but when the racket touched the ball, his arm muscles seemed to be shocked by an electric shock, a strong sense of stimulation hit his brain, and his hands The force on the top was uncontrollably released in an instant, and the ball was gently slapped out.

What? !

Song Juyao ran a few steps, swung the bat, and hit the unremarkable ball back.

All of them haven't recovered yet, they just feel that things are so sudden that they are all stunned.

Received, received Jin Yao's ball?

Song Juyao... Received the ball and won?

What happened to Jin Yao? The water was suddenly released?

He's not that kind of person! Why?

The ball rolled to Jin Yao's feet, his face darkened, What did you do?

Song Juyao said with a smile, Every serve is a backspin and internalspin. After calculation, it looks ordinary, but in fact the rotation angle is very tricky. If you underestimate it, you will not be able to pass the net. Jin Yao He is an excellent tennis player. He soon discovered the secret of its rotation, so he changed his posture to hit it accurately, but he didn't notice the damage to the wrist and extensor muscles at that moment, especially Jin Yao every time. Then hitting the ball back so hard puts a lot of load on the muscles, and it only takes six short hits and they're going to give you a sharp accusation.

Since she couldn't break the game head-on, she could only find another way. Jin Yao's arrogance gave her an opportunity. Her tennis skills are average, and the only thing she can do in this regard is to plan ahead and train over time to deliver this ball.

【I don't know how strong! 】

【Suddenly a little hot blood ah ah ah】

[Although I don't understand it, in short, Song Juyao calculated Jin Yao and won? 】

[Niu bī ah! High IQ is different]

[Song Juyao is really handsome! 】

【The scheming is so deep】

Jin Yao understood, he laughed angrily: I didn't expect Song Juyao to have such a despicable method.

Student Jin Yao, you use what you are good at to challenge others, don't you allow others to use what you are good at to meet your challenge? Song Juyao nodded his head and looked at him with clear eyes without fear. .

In Song Juyao's eyes, something seemed to irritate Jin Yao, he suddenly became angry, jumped over the net, and walked in front of Song Juyao.

Everyone in the audience was frightened, thinking that they were about to see the scene of Jin Yao bào hitting Song Juyao, and they didn't dare to make a sound for a while.

I saw Jin Yao grabbed Song Juyao's chin and stared at her condescendingly: What are you proud of? You deserve to look down on Lao Tzu? What are you?

His hands are very large, Song Juyao's face is too small in comparison, his chin seems to be crushed, and Song Juyao's eyes instantly turn red in pain. She reached out and grabbed it, but it was as motionless as iron pliers. Those clear and gentle eyes flashed with a hint of laziness in their bones, Song Juyao suddenly turned the hole hard, Jin Yao's thumb

It slid onto her lips, and then the lips parted, enclosing the finger.