The cuteness of the king of the net

"You...boy, aren't you too arrogant?!" Arai was so annoyed... It's a pity that Jing Luo doesn't care about him, "Senior, you should first see if you are bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, or am I too arrogant?" I glanced at him and went to pick up the ball...

"Jing Luo, who do you want to offend but Arai-senpai, last time Ryoma was almost repaired badly by him..." Horio's voice sounded from behind.

"Please, it was obviously Longma who repaired him badly that time, okay?" Jing Luo muttered secretly.

"First graders, don't chat!" Dashi's voice came from the distant Zhengxuan tennis court, (Ziyou: Khan...how did you see the situation here?)

"Hai!" Jing Luo, Horio, and Katsuo replied at the same time.

After the department activity is over...

After Jing Luo picked up the last ball and put it back into the hoop, he stretched a lot. "Ugh... I'm exhausted."

"Hey... I never imagined that I, Satoshi Horio, had two years of tennis school age, but I have to work hard here." A certain megalomaniac sighed there, and this tone gave Jing Luo the urge to knock him to death!

"Clean up and leave the school together." Sheng Xiong picked up the ball frame on the ground and said to Jing Luo and the two. "Hey... I have something to do, so I won't go together." Jing Luo waved his hand after speaking, and went directly to the agency office to change clothes.

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School gate

Sure enough... When he arrived at the school gate, Jing Luo saw Butler Simon driving a private car that was a bit inferior to Atobe's but still gorgeous. "Hey..." Sighed helplessly, she walked into the car door that Simon opened for her.

Along the way, Jing Luo looked out of the window very bored, thinking about which stage play he should let Atobe and the others perform in his mind.

Hmm... It seems that I have been busy for a while. The date of the cherry blossom festival is around the time of the Metropolitan Contest. Although there is still plenty of time, it is still very difficult for one person to complete the script, background music, and props and costumes of.Jing Luo frowned at this thought.

Uh... Tomorrow seems to be the weekend, right?Ordinary members of Qingxue Tennis Club don't need to participate in training. In that case...hehe, there is a way.A certain one sitting in the back seat of the car raised the corners of its mouth viciously, almost laughing out loud.Simon, who was sitting in front, couldn't help trembling when he saw the smile on his lady's face from the car's mirror, and thought: Maybe someone else is going to be punished... He hasn't been punished these days. ...

After returning to the villa, as soon as Jing Luo entered the gate, he heard that it seemed unusually lively inside. (Ziyou: It's two kinds of excitement...) (Jing Luo: Die...no, go back to the code!) (Ziyou: Hey...bullying people.)

"Grandpa Simon, are there any guests at home?" Jing Luo asked Simon who was standing respectfully aside. "I heard from the young master of the Jibu that today the Ice Emperor Tennis Club's selected players are back home for training."

"Huh? We also have an indoor tennis court at home?" A certain one was surprised, a wicked rich man... (Zi You: I forgot, you were a rich man in your previous life and this life...)

"Yes." Simon replied. "I see, Grandpa Simon, can you go and ask the kitchen to prepare some snacks? They will definitely be hungry after training." Jing Luo felt that his brother, as the head of the Ice Emperor Tennis Department, should let his own team prepare before the regional qualifiers. Strengthen the training of personnel.

"Yes, I'll get someone to prepare it right now." Grandpa Simon said as he walked towards the kitchen.