I Just Want To Farm

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"Little fish?" Wen Xi didn't know that Qin Yu already knew her "embarrassment", only a little embarrassed and helpless, "I might have to ask for leave to go home once, do you want to accompany me?"

There was nothing inconvenient about her period, but she was too sensitive and knew Qin Yu's character. At this time, she knew from Qin Yu's subtle expression that she would not be kind, so she wanted to show weakness and let her leave with him.

And the wrist is very painful, it seems to hurt the phalanx.

Jia Feihong's background is not very strong, Wen Xi is not afraid, but in school, some things will be infinitely magnified, no matter whether Qin Yu is able to deal with it, she doesn't like to cause trouble for her, so. ． ． ．

As soon as Wen Xi finished speaking, Qin Yu took off her school uniform jacket, took her hand, took off her tennis racket, put the jacket on, and said in a low voice, "You go to the toilet first, the things are in my clothes. "

Although it was vague, Wen Xi understood. He was surprised that Qin Yu knew that she was on her period, and guessed what she was going to do next.

"you...."

"Good~"

Heh~ Wen Xi was amused all of a sudden, and didn't ask Qin Yu if he was sure. Anyway, it was just a tennis match, and the outcome had to be normal.

She can be bearish, and I believe Qin Yu can too.

"Just be safe." Wen Xi squeezed Qin Yu's coat, turned and left.

When she left, with her back to everyone, she broke out in cold sweat on her forehead and held her wrist.

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What Wen Xi didn't know was that Qin Yu wasn't a person who was indifferent to the outcome—she was very vengeful and ruthless.

"Wen Xi, you want to leave? Heh, leave if you lose? I didn't let you go!" Jia Feihong still wanted to stop Wen Xi. He had several companions, who seemed to be the airs of the young master, and they were not very serious. He was about to come over to stop Wen Xi, but was stopped by a group of boys and girls, who were noisy.

"What did you stop her for?" Qin Yu asked Jia Feihong in a good voice.

First of all, Qin Yu is really good-looking, with an outstanding temperament, and she is as beautiful as a beautiful jade. She speaks in a good voice, which really gives people a gentle and moving feeling.

Jia Feihong laughed when he heard this, because he is tall, strong, good at sports, has a good physique, and has a good family background. He has never encountered any setbacks since he was a child. The kind who grew up and thought he was a domineering president, so there was a bit of wildness in his smile.

"Oh, you are Qin Yu? I heard that you can ride a scooter. You are indeed very talented, but can you play tennis? I guess you can play badminton."

After speaking, he laughed with a group of people.

A few people in the second class were qualified, and the rest were not too cold. Looking at Qin Yu, they felt that she was a little pitiful.

It shouldn't have come out - she is not Wen Xi, how could she be the opponent of Jia Feihong and the others.

For example, Wen Xi, if she really wanted to leave, these people really didn't dare to stop her, they just paid lip service. ． ．

But it was different with Qin Yu.

Holding the tennis racket, Qin Yu was not angry, but only smiled slightly, "You haven't answered why I stopped her."

This is delicate.

Jia Feihong raised his eyebrows, looked Qin Yu up and down, pretending to be a prodigal in "Young and Dangerous", "Don't you know what I do? Or what do you want to do?"

Qin Yu turned the tennis racket, rubbed his fingertips, and his eyes sparkled, "Let's play a game, I lose, and I will replace her and do whatever you want."

wow~~~

Another shock.

Seriously, if there are seven or eight hundred people in the upper section of No. 2 Middle School, and nine out of ten of them are all kinds of academic masters and geniuses who study hard or take a slant, then there will always be a small part of rat shit who follow crooked ways.

For example, Jia Feihong was originally a product that came in with money and power, or Qin Yu, a product with a clean and white lotus on the outside and yellow and violent chrysanthemums on the inside.

The innocent students were frightened.

Jia Feihong is no longer one of those innocent little boys, nor has he had several girlfriends, so he naturally understood, so he grinned, picked up a tennis ball, and said with a smile: "Oh, now I feel that you are deliberately playing with me. Well, then I'll give you a chance."

The words were contemptuous and rambling, and after finishing speaking, he tossed the tennis ball casually.

"I don't bully women, you serve first."

A tennis ball is thrown.

The people in the first group saw that the matter had been decided, and they couldn't stop it. Besides, they were not familiar with Qin Yu, so they couldn't stop it, so they thought there was something wrong with this person.

Although Jia Feihong was messing around, his tennis skills were really good, and the family hired a coach for him. How could this Qin Yu be an opponent? If he wasn't an opponent, it was on purpose.

A poor female student and a rich young master.

Even if they were pure in nature, they still had such brains, so they, who were relatively unfamiliar with Qin Yu, were even more disgusted with her at this time.

No one cheered her on.

Many people have already left.

Just after taking a few steps, I heard an exclamation.

A few steps are a few seconds. A few seconds ago, Jia Feihong threw the tennis ball. The tennis ball didn't reach Qin Yu's palm, but her hand did.

The tennis racket is like lightning, and the tennis ball is also like lightning. A yellow line hits the ground and pops out, like a bomb, bang! With a scream, the tennis racket flew, and the person sat on the ground.

The tennis ball fell on the wire of the net wall, and the whole barbed wire trembled several times.

Jia Feihong, who was sitting on the ground and squatting with the big horse monkey, turned pale, and everyone was stunned.

Turning his wrist, Qin Yu looked calm, "This shot doesn't count. It's against the rules. You can't serve it like this, right? Then I have to serve it again. Is there any ball left?"

Yes, a basketful!

Some clever person immediately ran to the side of the tennis basket and took out a tennis ball and threw it over. Qin Yu pinched the tennis ball and looked at Jia Feihong.

"Aren't you going to get up? Are you going to catch my balls with your crotch?"

This is so insulting, Jia Feihong got up suddenly, took back his tennis racket, "Very well, you pissed me off!"

The consequences of angering him are serious.

for example. ． ． ．

Tennis bang!

The tennis racket flew off for the second time, and Jia Feihong, whose wrist was shaking and hurting, staggered to the ground for the second time.

Everyone: "..."

It's scary.

Bang, bang, Qin Yu put the third tennis ball on the ground and bounced it up and down, "The racket is broken, change another one, and continue."

Her tone is not much different from before, but her facial expression.

It's so frightening.

Jia Feihong was really frightened and wanted to give up, but met Qin Yu's eyes.

"By the way, it's your turn to serve this time? Don't even have the courage to serve?"

That's right, it's his turn to serve this time.

"Feihong, she just has great strength, don't be cowardly, go!" A few friends felt that it was too embarrassing, so they hurriedly cheered him up, and even gave him their tennis rackets.

This is an excellent tennis racket, worth tens of thousands!

Jia Feihong swallowed, and noticed a lot of people gathered near the tennis court, not only people from Class 1 and Class 2, but also students from Grade 1 and Grade 3, they all came upon hearing the commotion.

I can't afford to lose this face.

Damn this scooter girl, he's going to kill her sooner or later!

Jia Feihong got up quickly, took a new tennis racket, and balanced his mentality. He felt that his mentality was out of balance, and he could have avoided it.

Tennis ball to palm, toss up, serve!

Handsome, swift and powerful!

go to hell! Scooter girl!

Originally, I didn’t want to be too aggressive in reality, but when I think about the killings in the small world, it doesn’t make sense to cringe in reality, so let’s pretend to be aggressive.