Canary pretends to be good and runs away wearing books

Gong Qi'an was quite worried about Ji Luo's wrist at first, but seeing that Ji Luo threw the ball in a relatively normal way, he was relieved.

Ji Luo is left-handed.

Playing with the right hand is purely for fun.

Unexpectedly, Ling Yong would use such a boring and disgusting method to injure the opponent's body—this kind of indecent behavior, which violates the spirit of competition, will be cast aside in any competitive sports activities.

This kind of person disrespects the opponent, despises the rules, and is completely unworthy of talking about victory.

It's Ji Luo's turn to serve.

Ling Yong also smiled triumphantly, "Ji Luo, you look like a weak chicken, you must have poor physical strength, otherwise it's fine to play half a set and 3 rounds! When you turn around, you can't even run out of breath, it's ugly——"

Unexpectedly, Ji Luo didn't give him a chance to speak, and with a calm face, he served him cleanly!

The speed of the ball was so fast that Ling Yong had no time to react and lost the first ball!

Gong Qi'an smiled and shouted the score: "15-0~"

The venue changed to the other side, Ji Luo still didn't say a word, and continued to serve at high speed!

Ling Yong managed to catch Ji Luo's attack this time, but he didn't expect that the rotation angle of Ji Luo's serve was tricky, and the counterattack did not control the rotation angle, and the tennis ball flew into the sky in an instant!

Gong Qi'an: "30-0~"

At this time, Ling Yong couldn't help becoming nervous, "Let's do it again, let's see if I..."

'Whoosh-boom! '

Ji Luo made another beautiful serve, directly making the trajectory of the ball reach the place where Ling Yong can hit back with a raised hand!

This time Ling Yong touched the ball, but unfortunately the ball couldn't pass the net at all——

Gong Qi'an: "40-0. Ah, the loss is a bit fast, President Gao, your men's singles player seems a little nervous, do you need to suspend the game to appease you?"

Gao Bian looked gloomy, "Ling Yong, haven't you fucking eaten?!"

Ling Yong gritted his teeth, "Fuck|Your mother Ji Luo!"

Ji Luo chuckled, pinching the tennis ball with his white fingers.

"You also yell loudly."

It hurts a bit when I move my fingers.

The boy frowned slightly, stared at the ball with emotionless eyes, and said two more words: "It's really noisy."

After speaking, he tilted his head, looked at Ling Yong for a while, and showed him a strange smile.

At the same time, he switched the tennis racket back to his right hand.

Although my wrist hurts, hitting you is not easy.

Ling Yong was taken aback by Ji Luo's smile, he felt his back tighten and all his hairs stand on end!

"you……"

Looking back at Ji Luo, his legs were slightly bent, his narrow waist was tight and outlined an extremely beautiful arc, and his arms were raised high.

Outspin the serve!

I saw that the ball flew extremely fast, drawing a beautiful arc in the air according to the boy's idea, and accurately landed at Ling Yong's feet, spinning, and bouncing.

But it didn't spin to his right hand like a normal serve, but bounced towards Ling Yong's face with a force——

With a sound of 'touch', Ling Yong didn't have time to dodge, as if he was slapped by an outspin serve, and one of them fell to the ground when he couldn't stand still!

"hiss--"

Da Ma fell so badly, Ling Yong's face ached, his hands ached, his knees ached, the key was that his wrist was poked when he was supporting the floor, and he immediately yelled!

Ling Yong was beaten until he couldn't speak clearly: "Did you hit me with the ball on purpose?"

As I said that, I tried to get up, but I didn't expect that my wrist really hurt, like a needle prick, as if it was dislocated with a poke!

Ji Luo casually pinched his wrist, smiled and said four words, and replied to Ling Yong: "Balls don't have eyes."

After a pause, the young man looked down at Ling Yong who was lying on the ground and couldn't get up, and continued: "Is it fun?"

Ling Yong was extremely embarrassed, pointing at the domineering Ji Luo: "You, you wait for me! Damn, there are still 4 rounds..."

Those peach-blossom eyes were curved, and there was a light without warmth in them, and he chuckled lightly.

"Oh, then you should try to report the score first."

Ling Yong's breathing was stagnant, as if his throat was being held down...

What Ji Luo said just now resurfaced in his ears.

Game-Ji Luo...lovegame...

"Let the opponent kneel down and admit defeat, while shouting 'lovegame', this kind of elegant and shameful movement, hehe, who doesn't love it..."

Immediately, Ling Yong blushed and couldn't say anything except 'you, you, you...'!

Gong Qi'an also smiled, and looked at Gao Bian with cold eyes, "It seems that your men's singles player doesn't want to report points, otherwise you can speak for him, President Gao."

Gao Bian didn't look at him, but stared at Ling Yong like a warning, "Ling Yong!"

Ling Yong trembled, stood up, wobbled, and couldn't even hold the beat tightly.

But there is no way, if Gao Bian is dissatisfied, he will be taught a lesson!

Ling Yong: "Bring the ball, it's my turn to serve!"

Ji Luo glanced at him lazily, and after a while, showed the same strange smile again.

He is good-looking, delicate and noble, it is logically impossible for him to smile coldly and frighteningly, but Ling Yong...

This time, Ling Yong's body hurts everywhere!

actually……

Just like that, Ji Luo's expression made her calves tremble.

Then, during Ji Luo's similar random pinching of the ball, he, couldn't control himself and knelt down!

Gao Bian saw Ling Yong who had surrendered without a fight, and said angrily, "Trash!"

Gong Qi'an laughed, "Yo, I'm afraid."

Outsiders are naturally not affected.

But Ling Yong, who was on the opposite side to Ji Luo, now only felt that his body was out of his control, and he was so oppressed that he couldn't hold his head up!

——Ji Luo seems to be able to control the air and air pressure in the arena. The entire seemingly blue sky is now pressing down like dark clouds in a disaster movie. It is sharp, thick, and oppressive, making Ling Yong unable to stand up. !

Ling Yong refused to accept it!

You're just from the Ji family, aren't you one of the four great families, what's the big deal...!

Ji Luo seemed to be able to read minds, firmly suppressing Ling Yong's emotions, and said lazily: "Don't you shout?"

Seeing Ling Yong not saying a word, Ji Luo smiled lightly, "Is it so difficult to say lovegame?"

After a pause, Ji Luo shrugged, smiled lazily, and then turned around casually, "Can't afford to lose? Tsk."

... As soon as he turned around, the icy aura disappeared instantly.

Ling Yong quickly stood up and shouted tenaciously: "Don't go, it's not over yet! 6 games, hello!"

Ji Luo stopped in his tracks and turned slightly sideways, leaving him with a well-defined profile.

——The irresistible sense of oppression hit Ling Yong again!

"6 rounds?" The young man's peach blossom eyes were cold, "You are also worthy of playing a whole game with me. Heh, are you still standing firm?"

As soon as these words came out, Ling Yong seemed to be controlled by Ji Luo, his trembling legs became soft like noodles again, and with a plop, he fell to his knees again!

Ji Luo glanced at him, then turned around indifferently, at an angle that no one could see, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

Trash is trash.

Stinky, eyesore.

Then he held the racket loosely, and said to Gong Qi'an: "It's boring. I'll go back first, please help me ask the coach for leave."

Gong Qi'an let out a 'huh', "What reason?"

Ji Luo waved his hand: "I'm too lazy to practice."

……

After leaving the tennis court, Ji Luo walked towards the hotel along the path against the wind.

It is spring, and everything is revived.

The boy's curly hair was blown by the oncoming breeze, exposing his smooth forehead.

The climate along the coast of Los Angeles is mild and humid, and the spring breeze blows gently on Ji Luo's cheeks.

The salty smell filled his nostrils, and he narrowed his eyes comfortably.

He walked slowly and casually all the way, although he was relaxed and leisurely, his back was still straight and his chin was slightly raised.

Even though he was only wearing white sportswear, this little model looked like an arrogant peacock...

After a while, Ji Luo sighed.

I feel that after wearing the book, I am living more and more.

In the past, the young master like Ling Yong still needed to solve it himself?

They are not qualified to stand in front of me, okay?

……

Tsk, still playing with him?

I'm so free.

Ji Luo's thinking becomes very loose when there is no special need to concentrate, and he doesn't know whether he is letting go or not caring, and the embarrassing things in the morning are completely out of his mind.

It wasn't until I saw my mobile phone after returning to the room that I suddenly realized something...

A!

gosh.

How did I forget him!

……

After I didn't reply to his WeChat, I started a live broadcast!

He...won't come to see it again!

Young Master Ji, who was still domineering 10 minutes ago, is now rolling his Adam's apple, hesitating a little.

Vaguely feeling a few black lines appearing on his forehead, Ji Luo tried his best to gather his mind, his mind began to spin rapidly, thinking about how to say goodbye to A tactfully and decently.

What do those cronies and friends do?

'You fit better. '

'I drank too much last night. '

'On impulse, I only regard you as my sister. '

'Can we still be friends? '

……

Pooh.

What kind of date is this? Quotations from a scumbag after the gun... I, I didn't date him either!

...Do you have an appointment?

Well, it seems that there is a kind of um, the online kind of... Wen, Wen, etc. love...? ? ?

What the hell am I doing!

Ji Luo is going crazy.

——It’s not that I’m cowardly.

——It’s just me, I have never experienced such an embarrassing moment...

——I haven't even talked about love before, what should I do in the face of strange 'friends' and such emergencies!

Just now, the little wolf dog Ji Luo, who wanted to kill the little trash with his aura just now, was staring at a mobile phone and shivering like a frightened little milk dog.

He stared at the mobile phone plugged into the bedside table, as if he wanted to burn a hole in the mobile phone with his eyes.

After a long time of silent communication with the phone, Ji Luo decided to play dead.

If the enemy does not move, I will not move, this is the kingly way of the art of war.

Ji Luo coughed a few times, calmed down and went to get the phone. However, the phone seemed to be thinking. The moment Ji Luo unlocked it, two push messages popped up!

A: [Video]

A: What's going on?

Ji Luo: ……………

What passion video did you post.

You make it clear first.

Should I open WeChat to read?

……

open!

Ji Luo felt that he hadn't been afraid of anyone for such a long time, even if it was a ♂ video, I wouldn't be afraid, at worst, he would hack your account, hmph, I'm not someone who hasn't slept before!

I, I have experience...very rich!

...Huh, this video?

Ji Luo took a closer look, and it turned out to be the video of the live broadcast with Gong Qi'an just now, which was specially intercepted by A, not some late-night shameful voice.

The content of the video is that I said to the camera: Then we will download it first, goodbye...

After that, the phone rotated, there was a slap, and the screen went black for a while.

Ji Luo narrowed his eyes, pulled the progress bar back, stopped at a certain moment and zoomed in on the screen.

——I happened to see the scene where Gao Bian deliberately hit the ball to attack himself!

The boy raised his eyebrows.

A sent another message without waiting for Ji Luo's reply.

A: No injuries.

Ji Luo lowered his eyes, but in the dialog box, he could still see the above lines, "Well, but next time, don't drink, otherwise... [laughs]" "I didn't expect you to be so cute after drinking" and my own sentence 'I'm on you' and so on, which are infinitely imaginative.

He couldn't make up his mind for a while and didn't do anything, but A didn't wait any longer, and directly made a video call to Ji Luo.

As if impatient, he didn't want to wait any longer.

From the preview screen of the video, Ji Luo saw his reddish ear tips and a somewhat flustered expression—what mysterious voice call after being drunk—no, I refuse to answer it! ! !

A: [Video call]

Luo Luoye: [Rejected]

A: In?Why don't you reply to the message.

Ji Luo... Only then did I realize that A doesn't know if he is looking at his phone, but just playing the video, obviously he can ignore the pretending that he is not there, why should I press reject to tell him that I am...

Where has my IQ gone? !

There was no other way, Ji Luosheng began to reply to the messages without love.

Luo Luoye: ...my phone is out of battery.

Luo Luoye: I'm charging during the day.

He tried his best to ignore those weird conversations in the morning, and only hoped that A would not carry any pot without opening it.

And A seemed to hear his heart, didn't say a word about those ambiguous and charming things in the night, and just continued to talk...

A: Does it hurt?

A: Pick up.

A requests a video chat.

The author has something to say: I will update it at 21:[-] every day in the future.All the previous red envelopes have been sent