Grandpa Lu's little cutie is super sweet

Chapter 131 Left hand

Ji Jixi was stunned for a while, her eyebrows and eyes were raised, and her eyes were clear, "Do you really want to use it?"

"Where is so much nonsense, hurry up." At first it sounds impatient, but it is shy when you look at it carefully.

Memorial Xi smiled and handed the pink racket to the boy beside him.

The little girl's racket is custom-made, and the size and weight of the boys' rackets are slightly smaller.

Lu Xingye swung the racket casually, there was no such thing as feeling in his mind, and only one thought filled his mind:

This handle...Jiangxi just held it...

It seems that there is still some warmth left, and a faint taste of milk hand cream.

Accidentally moving too much, Lu Xingye frowned, and pressed his shoulders and arms.

"Are you okay..." Ji Xi remembered the blow he blocked for himself in the utility room yesterday, and it seemed that he was hit hard.

Wanzitou didn't go far, and was ecstatic when he saw this.

"Ayan, that boy seems to have an arm injury!"

She couldn't control the decibel for a while, and the loud voice could be heard by the people next to her.

"..."

There are whispers around——

"It's over, how can I beat you if you're injured?"

"It looked normal to serve the ball just now? Could it be that Mr. Lu is trying to be brave?"

"I don't know how Ji Jixi's level is. If it's not good, it will be miserable..."

Mixed doubles, one dish, another strong point can barely bring a belt.

If one dish is injured, even a god can't take it away.

Memorial Xi clenched her fists tightly, as if she had made up her mind, and raised her face and said, "Lu Xingye, let's abstain."

Lu Xingye: "Jiangxi, I didn't fucking have a broken arm."

"That doesn't work either. Violent exercise will strain the muscles, and it will hurt even more." Ji Xi stretched out her white and tender hand, "Give me the racket, and I will talk to the teacher."

Lu Xingye lowered his eyes, his gaze resting on the girl's delicate milky face.

Is she... worried about him?

No, it's impossible.

She said she didn't like him anymore, and he shouldn't have such unrealistic fantasies anymore.

She was just afraid that he would hold back and lose the game.

Lu Xingye's eyes darkened slightly, he raised his racket high, and let Xiang Xiangxi hop around with his short legs, but he couldn't reach it.

The little girl was a little angry, "You...you are so annoying, I'll give you the racket, I don't want it anymore!"

She turned to find the teacher, but was dragged back by a pair of big hands grabbing the collar.

The tip of the nose smelled a faint clear breath.

When the young man spoke, the warm breath fell on the back of her neck, and he said helplessly: "Miss, you left and let me hit two by myself?"

Ji Jixi turned around and looked at Lu Xingye with a smile that was not a smile.

He flicked her forehead with his fingers, "Who told you that I can only use my right hand?"

Memorial Xi looked at him stupidly.

Lu Xingye calmly changed the racket from his right hand to his left, and slightly raised the volume, as if deliberately speaking to the two of them:

"Although I'm not left-handed, my left hand is enough to deal with them."

Ball head: ...! !

This is too arrogant!Did you take them seriously? !

"The contestants on both sides are ready, the competition will begin immediately!"

The ball head said angrily: "A Yan, that boy is too arrogant, let's show him some color!"

Ayan didn't respond.

A whistle sounded, kicking off the curtain.

The head of the ball is full of confidence, full of anger, and a tricky serve to start...

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After 10 minutes, the game is over.

Lu Xingye tilted his head and asked Memorial Xi, "Tsk, are they this good?"

The little girl nodded, and said Nuo Nuo: "It's a delicious dish."

Wanzi stood there, looking at the disparity in the score, his eyes darkened, and he almost fainted on the spot.

(End of this chapter)