Oliver and Stanley are taken to the garden for the next round of blind dates.

This time, the two who have already gone through a round of confrontation look at each other and hate each other, and neither of them wants to see anyone again. Although she couldn't resist the arrangement of the chief attendant, she could only go to the garden to report, but in the end, the posture was that Stanley was sitting on this end, and she didn't even look at Oliver's mind and ate snacks - she ate a chicken leg for dinner, she was still hungry, and it was better to have a full stomach than this weak chicken cub to be idle. What about Oliver, he dragged a tall eunuch and rubbed it back and forth in his hands to play, his eyes were rolling around pondering his thoughts, looking at the sky and the air, anyway, he didn't look at Stanley, the culprit who really made him angry. The only thing that the two people agree on is that they ignore no one else, and they have the same goal of hating the enemy and carrying out the attitude of resisting blind date, non-violence, and non-cooperation to the end.

The chief attendant of Gal is responsible for promoting the blind date, and he looks on coldly, and he can't do it when he sees this!

Blind date, this doesn't look at each other, how can it be considered a blind date. And they don't talk to each other, how can this strengthen understanding and enhance feelings?

In this way, it is unreasonable to declare the success of the blind date, but isn't it the reality of selling the head of a sheep and selling the dog's head, and arranging in the name of a blind date? Miss obviously has an order, and blind marriage and dumb marriage are not allowed, and the fair and honest arrangement is not in line with the tradition of the Acropolis, so they still have to let them meet!

So the chief Gal waited for them another quarter of an hour, and saw that Stanley was still filling her belly, and Oliver was still □□ the Gelding had no more useful roots

, had to come forward to match for them.

"Master Oliver, why don't you play tennis with Miss Stanley for a while. Remembering that Stanley seemed to love ball games, which happened to be one of the few sports that Oliver could do, he stepped up and suggested, "Tonight is a nice day, and there are no other guests, so it should be a good fit." ”

No matter how much Stanley loves sports, she can't want to play with a weak chicken cripple in her eyes, but she doesn't have the courage to refuse Gal, and she has long understood the insidious spicy old spicy of this black "middle-aged". Of course, Oliver can't say in his conscience that he is happy to fight with a female bandit who draws a knife if he doesn't agree with each other and does sports, but now that Tiger Falls Pingyang has to beg for food under the hands of others, of course, he can't take the courage to rise up against the powerful chief of the chamberlain. Neither of them wanted to go, but they were forced to go by the coercion of the chief of the garl attendants. So I got up in the end, and I walked to the court with a belly full of whining and XXX.

When I arrived at the court, I changed my clothes as usual. There is no special changing room for the court in this kind of family, and there is no need for other guests to go back to the room, and the changing clothes are in the chairs next to the court, and the servants in charge bring a change of clothes.

Stanley has always been bold, since this ball has to be played, she simply didn't bother to delay any longer, and took off the skirt of the tea very happily, without the help of the servant, pulled the short coat of the ball and put it on, and took the initiative to take the racket handed over by the servant. Her idea is very simple, hurry up and finish the errand, she can go back to take a shower and sleep, and make up for supper by the way, and it is not her fault that the blind date fails.

Oliver sat in his seat, and when he saw that Stanley was firm and firm when he changed clothes, she was more beautiful than most of the slave girls he had ever experienced, and even as attractive as the backs and buttocks of female superpowers, and his eyes were spinning and he had an idea. I saw him kick away the servant who was kneeling on the ground and waiting for him to change his shoes, and ordered Stanley: "Hey, you, come here, wait for me to put on my shoes." ”

Stanley was picking the ball from the servant when she glanced at Oliver, then took the racket and the ball without a look, walked past him proudly, walked to the other end of the net, and stood on the tee. It's a fight that completely ignores the young master's orders, and is ready to fight.

This attitude of blatant/naked disregard and contempt undoubtedly angered Oliver again. He crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair, sneering.

"Is there something wrong?" he said in a tone of contempt characteristic of the Acropolis, "isn't your family trying to send you to me just so that you can serve me?

"Don't think that you can be a big deal if you were sent here by Gu Hanhan!" he said, "In the end, I didn't strip naked and lay down where I slept obediently, what difference can I have from those lowly slave girls in the dressing room? Oh, there must be a difference, at least your bloodline must be much cheaper than theirs." ”

He knocked his foot lightly on the floor: "Come and lick it for me, this is a chance that will only be given to you for the sake of Gu Hanhan's face." If you're doing well, it's not that you can't consider sleeping with you—"

Stanley stood on the other side of the net, listening to Oliver's unbridled madness of insults, calmly. She stood quietly on the tee, her eyes vertical, like a player who had entered the game without any outside harassment, and then she quietly lifted the ball, quietly swung her racket, and striking. The tennis ball sliced a beautiful curve through the bar in mid-air with a powerful pro strike, slammed into Oliver with a spinning acceleration, and then flew out of his cheek and landed on the ground, just in time to choke Oliver's unfinished words in his throat.

Oliver didn't react at all to the ball, he knew he should hold on to the ball and smash it back for a tooth, but his hands and feet didn't move at all. It wasn't until the ball hit the ground that he had time to twist his head and look at the tennis ball that had not completely stopped on the ground with a gaze full of incredulity. There was a burning pain in his cheek, as if he had been slapped in the face. Oliver's world of senses coincided with the slap he had received in the White Salon—the first and only time in his life that he had been slapped. Covering his face, he stood up and rushed towards Stanley.

This time, Oliver was finally ready to use his energy, and he was going to use his energy field to crush the sin of the wild girl on the other side—wasn't he? He was a capable person, he had energy, and she was just an ordinary person, destined to be crushed and crushed. All hard bones are scum in front of the strong field, and she will use her blood and life to pay the price for her recklessness and refusal to tame.

However, the universe never turns according to the young master's thoughts. Growing up, Oliver never thought that the real battle or struggle would always come from both sides, not one-sided wishful thinking. When he begins to change and prepare, begins to increase his energy, her opponent will also change pawns to prepare, and prepare before he does.

By the time Oliver hurled his unforged energy field at Stanley, trying to crush her and further shatter her corpse into bloody plaster, Stanley was ready to go. I saw that she was as vigorous as a beautiful leopard, jumping into the air again, and at the same time, the energy ring that had been put on her arm and disguised as a bracelet had bounced open, and an energy short stick stretched into a foot-long ejection into the air. Except for the transparent glow of the handle, the energy stick has obviously been activated in advance and has been charged, when Stanley jumped up, her arm just grabbed the handle of the energy stick, and then she didn't hesitate, holding the handle tightly and stabbing the energy stick into the oncoming energy field.

When the front end of the energy stick collided with the boundary of the energy field, Stanley was obviously hit by a huge impact, so that she trembled and sweated, but she seemed to have seen through the essence of the Oliver paper tiger, and did not trigger the energy tide on the surface of the field, but gritted her teeth and stabbed the boundary to stretch the energy stick into the energy field. Then push the handle to maximize the energy release, and stir hard in the energy field.

In an instant, the night sky was illuminated by an arc of energy explosions, which occurred at various interfaces where the energy converged, and quickly transmitted to the entire energy field along the field cycle. Like a central flower, Oliver's chaotic energy field collapsed instantly. Oliver's energy control ability, which had never been rigorously trained and fought in real combat, could not match his energy level at all, and he was simply unable to restrain these energy chaos, let alone re-form an effective attack. As a result, he collapsed at the touch of a button, and watched as countless energy waves scurried into turbulence in the chaos, spreading out of the air and throughout the space in disorder. He himself was swept to the ground by the turbulence of energy, curled up and trembling, as if he had suffered a real chip soul strike. If it weren't for the fact that there were high-level guards nearby who were converging and absorbing those scattered energy turbulences, he might have been killed by his own energy backlash.

"I can sleep if I want. As long as you can withstand my beating, I will lick you every day and let you sleep without any problem. Stanley fell from mid-air, pressed her knee to Oliver's chest, and threw a punch that slammed him into the stomach.

Oliver was beaten to tears on the spot. Stanley let go of him, waved her fist at him, and said, "Scum." ”

It was only then that Oliver's guards went over and lifted him up. They had already been instructed by the chief attendant of Gal before, and they were not allowed to interfere with the innocuous little quarrel between Oliver and Stanley, a pair of blind dates and children, similar to the kind of flirting that was reasonable and did not endanger their lives, otherwise it would affect the relationship between the young master and the future young lady. Although Stanley's set of attacks just now was vigorous and lively, no matter what Young Master Oliver himself thought, from the perspective of a high-level guard professional, it was like a child playing far away from being able to kill someone, and there was no doubt that in the category of flirting with a reasonable scale, of course, they must not interfere.

Stanley didn't think she was flirting, she felt like she had beaten up Oliver, and when she stood up, she felt a little drumming in her heart. But at this time, it was too late to admit it, so I had to raise my head and look at the chief of the garl squire without showing weakness, which means how much do you like, anyway, I have already beaten it.

However, the chief attendant of Gal was kind and said that they could all go and rest.

Didn't Master Oliver already announce his intention to have an intimate relationship with Stanley? Although his words were not elaborate enough, the details were not important, and they would not change the essence of his willingness, would they?

Didn't Stanley also announce that she agreed to stay with Master Oliver? Although the premise of her stay together seems to be not very bright to beat him, this kind of detail is not important, and after all, it will not change the essence of her consent, right?

Seeing the essence through the phenomenon, the chief of the garl chamberlain happily announced that tonight's blind date was a complete success, and from tomorrow onwards, they could live together and continue to cultivate their relationship until they were officially engaged.

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