C90 (2/2)
Xu Yong almost spit out the pasta he ate earlier this morning as he glared at Duan Hong. Is this guy even human?
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< p > ”What?” ”You dare not agree?
Duan Hong laughed.
”Young Master Xu, Young Master Xu, congratulations on your success. I like people who come after me,” he said in a clear voice.
Xu Yong thought about it and said coldly: ”Mr. Segmental Large Intestine sure likes to joke around, but I'll play with you, I agree.”
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< p > ”Good!
Duan Hong immediately ran over to the side of the net and extended his right palm: ”Young Noble Xu, we are under a gentleman's agreement. It's a slap on the face of the palm, we cannot break it in front of so many people.”
Xu Yong unwillingly walked over and clapped with Duan Hong. Looking at Duan Hong's sneering face, he suddenly felt like he was duped, but thinking back to Duan Hong's crude technique just now, he felt that he wouldn't lose to her no matter what. Xu Yong felt a little bit more at ease.
”Mr. Segmental Large Intestine, my time is limited. Please serve the ball quickly, I have an appointment with Miss Xu tonight.”
Xu Yong smiled.
Han Luo shouted from the side, ”Boss, you can do it! I believe you won't lose, you're a supperman!”
She once again thought of her first meeting with Duan Hong.
The two of them had a beautiful and ambiguous encounter inside the elevator. That time, Duan Hong's punch would be able to create a crater in the elevator door;
Duan Hong clenched his racket tightly with his right hand. He first bent down and made preparations, sneaking a glance at Han Luo from the corner of his eye.
The five fingers of the tennis ball held in his left hand suddenly exerted force. The Dragon Seizing Hand forcefully crushed the elastic tennis ball.
”Young Master Xu, Young Master Xu, congratulations on your success. I like people who come after me,” he said in a clear voice.
Duan Hong thought to himself as he gently threw the ball with his left hand, focusing his energy on the ball that was not spinning at all.
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< p > ”Bang!
If the pistol had hit the bullet, if the racket had not been of good quality, it would have left a big hole in the wall.
The yellow ball fell to the ground like a meteorite. Because it was too fast, it created a friction with the air and made a whistling sound.
The referee, who was sitting upright in the middle of the field, was listening to their conversation. He was originally drowsy, but the ball suddenly flashed by and he woke up with a start.
When he turned around, Han Yong was already waving his racket, feeling slightly shocked in his heart. This guy's strength wasn't bad, but what's the point of using brute force.
”Young Master Xu, Young Master Xu, congratulations on your success. I like people who come after me,” he said in a clear voice.
When his racket touched the ball, it felt like the whole ball had changed.
That originally flexible ball was like a shooting star, bringing with it an unstoppable force.
Xu Yong turned pale with fright as he clenched his teeth. Right now, he wasn't thinking about how to throw the ball back, but how to stop it.
The fifty-seven kilograms of tennis ball didn't have the slightest bit of elasticity, as if it had turned into a lump of iron, instantly piercing through Xu Yong's net and landing on the side of the net with a loud thump, rolling out with a ”gulu” sound.
The side referee immediately raised his hand to indicate Duan Hong to win by one point.
< p > ”Yeah!
Han Luo jumped up in joy. Her skirt fluttered in the wind, and her radiance gushed out, wishing that she could immediately give Duan Hong a kiss on the stage.
Duan Hong continuously gulped, and looked at Han Luo with a beaming smile.
Xu Qing, who was standing next to Xu Yong, was also shocked by this attack. His originally anxious heart had unexpectedly calmed down and he was indeed a man who had saved me before.
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