Net King's Absolute Shutdown

I suddenly raised my head and looked coldly at the brown-haired young man in front of me, my eyes became extremely cold, this guy is looking for death, "Are you sure?" My cold voice was full of evil spirit.

"Smelly... brat, don't you dare?" Although the brown-haired young man was startled by my eyes and tone, he was also a guy who participated in the US Open, so he was also stunned for a moment Then he recovered, "I don't think you dare, no face!"

"no face? What do you mean?" Katsuro hurriedly asked Sakurano next to him. "Shameless guy." Sakura finished trembling. She didn't know what would happen next. Everyone knew that the supervisor couldn't play. What if the supervisor also got hit with a problem?

"Supervisor, don't compete with him, I'll do it." Arai, who was covered in bruises, endured the pain all over his body and stood up, then walked in front of me, blocking between me and the brown-haired youth.

"Yes, supervisor, don't compare with him." Soon, several people who were lying on the ground stood up slowly and walked towards me.

I snatched the racket from Arai's hand at once, "Sorry, I can't agree to this." I am a very cold-blooded person, even after so long, I still can't trust anyone, but even if I know this After the incident, there will be constant troubles, and I will not back down, because I am death.

There was a lot of blood on the handle of the racket in my hand. I immediately threw away the black jacket on my body, and then walked towards the court with the bloody racket. The aura is extremely depressing.

"I want you to beg me to forgive you!" Holding the racket, I pointed at the other person handsomely, with a provocative tone and incomparable indifference.

"Um... what do you mean?" Everyone now only hoped that the supervisor would stop speaking English, which sounds really difficult to understand. "I want you to beg me to forgive you." Suddenly someone explained. "Teacher Ryuzaki?" Pengxiang suddenly shouted.

Hearing Tomoka's cry, I looked back, and it turned out that Coach Ryuzaki had come here. "Right? Qianye, I shouldn't have made a translation mistake, right?" Coach Ryuzaki looked at me with a smile.

It's really helpless, coach Ryuzaki is here too? "Grandma, aren't you at home?" Ying Nao was a little dazed. If she had known that grandma was here, she wouldn't have to go to the supervisor, and now the supervisor might also be injured. "I forgot to take something." Coach Ryuzaki said with a faint smile.

"Smelly boy, you are stubborn, I can not let you cry for me!" The brunette young man didn't seem to care about what I said, he just said it more arrogantly and provocatively.

"Stinky boy, you're just being stubborn, don't cry and beg me to forgive you later." Coach Ryuzaki said through the translator.

This round is that guy's serve, although it's not mine, that is to say, I can't hit that guy with one ball, it's really a waste of time, "start now."

"Let's get started." Coach Ryuzaki continued to translate.

The brown-haired youth tossed the ball, and then swung it quickly. Although the ball was powerful, it lacked skill. Turning sideways, I blame myself for being careless. I thought that the guy who participated in the US Open had at least a good style of play, but now I find that this guy's style of play is so bad.

Although I turned sideways in time, the ball flew by and brought a gust of wind, blowing my hat away.

"Supervisor?" The people outside the stadium were anxious. They didn't know if the supervisor was injured. If they had known earlier, they shouldn't have competed.

But the girls who saw me from the front screamed in an instant, "Ah? Is that Mr. Qianye?" "Mr. Qianye is so handsome!" "Wow, so Mr. Qianye is such a beautiful boy ah?"……

For a while, discussions were everywhere.

I had no choice but to cut my hair. Because of what happened last night, I didn’t have the energy to put on makeup when I got up. As for the glasses, I had already put them in my satchel, so this is what I looked like during the game yesterday, a delicate and handsome man. The beautiful boy next door.