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Tang Qingyi's voice was casual.

"At eleven minutes, the venue will be changed."

Lu Qianlan gritted her teeth.

Jiang Dudu stood next to Tangtang holding the badminton racket.

She was full of displeasure: "What, Tang Qing is also going to fight with me, and there are still 10 minutes to go after class. After they finish fighting, how can I still have fun?"

Tang Tang didn't respond.

Jiang Dudu was used to it, and he punched Tang Tang with his elbow: "Do you think Tang Qing can win too, or Lu Qianlan can win?"

Tang Tang's gaze shifted away from Tang Qingyi's tight waistline, and he paid more attention.

With a small face, delicate white, and delicate eyes, Jiang Dudu held his breath and choked when he was looked at like this.

"Don—"

"You also think it's Tang Qingyi, don't you?" Jiang Dudu had such an expression.

Tang Tang fell silent and just watched intently.

The situation is not stalemate.

The rhythm of the court was completely taken away by Tang Qingyi.

Lu Qianlan was powerless to refute.

"Tang Qing is also your ball!"

"Hold!"

"Don—"

The badminton hit Lu Qianlan's face again and again.

From forehead to cheek, intertwined dust fused into dirty marks.

From trying to deal with it to avoiding in a hurry, Lu Qianlan couldn't even say a word.

Tang Qing also played very steadily, hitting the ball sharply and sharply, and the pertinence was surprisingly obvious.

Lu Qianlan couldn't dodge in time, and her face was scratched in many places.

The unilateral suppression of the force does not allow a moment to deal with it.

Lu Qianlan was crushed and beaten, which was quite brutal.

A circle of people surrounded the stadium, and there was an uproar.

"My dear, Tang Qingyi is not playing ball, this is obviously beating people!" Jiang Dudu exclaimed.

The cork of badminton will not cause serious contusions, but the intensive beatings not only bring pain, but also bring embarrassment of being humiliated.

His self-esteem was severely squeezed out, and the ashes of Yuantou were branded on it.

She was too embarrassed, and Tang Qing was too clean, not messy.

The contrast between the two is too sharp.

The bystanders laughed, Lu Qianlan picked up a spare racket from the side of his feet, raised his hand and threw it at it, causing a burst of exclamation.

"Laugh at your mother!"

"Come again." Tang Qingyi said calmly.

Tang Qing also always kept the point difference within two points under the absolute advantage.

This made it impossible to decide whether to win or lose the first two rounds, which meant that Lu Qianlan had to play all five rounds, and in the end there would be no chance of winning a single round.

Lu Qianlan's ball couldn't get close to Tang Qingyi at all. She had no room to retaliate, and it was useless for her to even dodge.

"Lu Qianlan... Where are your eyes looking?"

Compared with Lu Qianlan's panic and faint fear, Tang Qing was never in a hurry.

Every time she opened her mouth, her voice became more and more peaceful, like thin ice flowing over it, under which was a thin, churning chill.

"—Tang Qingyi!" Lu Qianlan shed tears, and she sternly said, "Don't go too far!"

Tang Qing also raised his eyes and looked at Lu Qianlan.

Lu Qianlan was already trembling slightly, and Tang Qing never responded to her clamor.

Tang Qingyi's pupils were always slightly indifferent, looking at her as if she was looking at a dusty ruin.

She was dragged down by a deep sense of powerlessness, and the soles of her feet were filled with hopelessness.

So many pairs of eyes were looking at her.

They all knew she was being bullied unilaterally.

They whispered to each other, avoiding her eyes.

No one stepped forward to help her.

"The fourth game." Tang Qing also glanced at her lightly.

"Lu Qianlan, pick up the ball."

Lu Qianlan sat on the ground, "Mom, I'm going to pick your mother up!"

"Pick it up and let you hit me? Do you think I'm a fucking fool?"

Tang Qing also tapped the racket in his palm.

"Snapped"

Step by step, she approached Lu Qianlan.

Lu Qianlan's eyes widened, her shoulders retracted, her fingers grabbed the cuffs, and she unconsciously stepped back on the ground.

"What do you want to do?"

Tang Qing is also condescending.

In Lu Qianlan's fright, she slowly bent down.

The breath was in Lu Qianlan's ear, and the latter's neck was tense, and he even stopped breathing.

"Let you pick something up, I've wronged you..." Tang Qingyi looked at her carefully, his voice was so soft that it was chilling, "Really?"

Tang Qingyi's brows and eyes were warm, but his pupils were dark. He examined and sized him up coldly, and scraped across Lu Qianlan's cheek sharply.

Lu Qianlan's heart skipped half a beat and beat violently again.

Her mind was buzzing, and she couldn't even hear what Tang Qingyi said.

"Why are you……"

Tang Qing also lowered his eyelids.

She picked up the badminton from beside Lu Qianlan.

The dirty and dusty badminton was placed in Lu Qianlan's palm by Tang Qingyi.

Broken feathers, bordering on sarcasm.

"Do you need a reason for hating?" She responded warmly.

Lu Qianlan was struck by lightning.

"Bell—" get out of class is over.

.

Lu Qianlan was helped away by two girls.

Jiang Dudu ran over and muttered that Tang Qing was having a good time and didn't pay attention to her at all.

Tang Qing also took a few steps and handed the ball and racket to the sports committee.

She caught a gaze.

Eager and expectant, full of unexplained shyness, not aggressive, just gently pecking and kissing her skin.

Kiss, then shrink back like a little snail.