"私の好きな......" The girl said a lot in one breath, her face was excited, her eyelashes fluttered, and Gu Yang was a little embarrassed to see it. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ahem!" Gu Yang looked at the Holy Son of the Jealous Division.

The holy son of the Jibu has a black face again, your sister, my sister asked me to translate again?

But when he saw his sister's expression of hope, the holy son of Jibu could only say helplessly: "My sister said that she likes you so much, and she is your fan." ”

Gu Yang scratched his head embarrassedly: "Hehe, thank you, thank you!" ”

The holy son of the jealous department is really going to beat people at this moment.,You're going to be embarrassed.,This is pretending to be cute in front of my sister?

After a brief introduction by the Holy Son of Jibu, Gu Yang knew that Jibu Jiachun was also a good table tennis player in Japan, and he joined the women's table tennis of the Japanese national team at the beginning of April this year.

Kasumi Jibe, this is the name of Jibu's sister.

Seeing the sultry expression of the Jibu, Gu Yang didn't plan to be bored, he was about to leave, but Jibu Jiachun was anxious and muttered to the holy son of the Jibu.

The Holy Son of the Jealous Department immediately widened his eyes, shook his head very firmly, and at the same time glanced at Gu Yang, who looked at the thief with a grudge.

Gu Yang looked at the Ji Department curiously, what kind of plane are these brothers and sisters doing?

After more than ten seconds, the Holy Son of the Jibu looked at Gu Yang with an unhappy face and said, "My sister wants you to play a match with me!" ”

"Uh......" Gu Yang was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "No problem!" ”

The holy son of Jibu had a black face and looked very reluctant, he was a proud person, and losing to Gu Yang in the final of the World Championships was really a big blow to him.

But his favorite sister wants to see the battle between the Holy Monarch and the Young Emperor with his own eyes, how can he not fulfill his sister's wishes?

Wang Junwen stood far away, seeing that Gu Yang never meant to come, and it wasn't until Gu Yang and the Holy Son of the Jibu put on a posture to compete that there was a trace of emotion on his cold face.

These two, are going to war again?

At this moment, Lao Wang couldn't sit still, and after a few small steps, he came to the table of the two, and then didn't say a word, ready to watch the game.

Jibu Jiachun is a little nervous, this is a live match between my brother and the young emperor, and I am so happy now.

The holy son of the Jibu was holding the ball in his hand, and he had mixed feelings in his heart, it had only been a month, and he was going to play against this guy again, but he didn't know if he would win this time?

Call!

Suddenly, the Holy Son of the Jealous Department broke out in a cold sweat and came back to his senses in an instant.

How so? Did I think I could win before the game? Is this still the same great saint as before?

Shaking his head vigorously to get rid of the negative emotions in his heart, the holy son of the jealousy department just raised his head, but saw his sister and Gu Yang looking at him with a stunned face.

"Brother, what's wrong with you, do you have a headache?" Jibu Kasumi asked seriously.

The corner of the holy son of Jibu smiled at the corner of his mouth, signaling that he was okay, and then threw the ping pong ball in his hand and hit the ball with a swing.

At the moment when the table tennis ball collided with the table, Gu Yang's arm was bent, and he pulled his arm out of the racket and knocked the ball out.

The holy son of the taboo department sighed for no reason, and then waved his arm, led the shot to attack, and hit the ball back.

Gu Yang looked at the trajectory of the incoming ball, and looked puzzled, this ball of the Holy Son of the Jealousy Department was really bland, and it could even be said to be full of loopholes.

Table tennis!

A board chop shot back, Gu Yang's body retreated slightly, because he knew that his board chopping ball was hit, and the best way for the Holy Son of the Taboo to return the ball must be to pull a long ball.

And then......

"Your sister!" Gu Yang's exclamation sounded.

"Huh? What's up? Jibu Jiachun responded with a cute face, she doesn't know much Chinese, and your sister is one of them.

"......" Gu Yang.

"......" is the holy son of the Ministry of Jealousy.

"......" Wang Junwen.

Just when Jibu Jiachun's cry sounded, Gu Yang had already rushed forward desperately, wanting to hit back the short ball of the Jibu Holy Son.

Burst!

The return ball of the Holy Son of the Sacred Son of the Shrine of the Dead Tree actually hit the net line directly, and it didn't go over the net at all.

"Jibu, what's the matter with you?" Gu Yang couldn't help but shout.

The reason why he shouted the sentence "your sister" just now was because the holy son of Jibu did not hit the expected long ball, but hit a short ball with a very low arc, Gu Yang had already seen that that the ball could not pass the net at all.

But...... This is a goal scored back by the Holy Son of the Taboobe, God knows if this goal is his conspiracy?

Therefore, Gu Yang ran forward desperately, and then he found that he really thought too much, this ball was really the kind of ball with a low arc that couldn't cross the net.

It's incredible that this kind of low-level mistake would appear on the body of the Holy Son of the Taboo Department.

Listening to Gu Yang's call, the holy son of the Jibu did not reply, and then picked up the table tennis ball from the table, and hit it again.

"Brother ......" Jibe Kasumi is cute, and he can see that something is wrong with his brother now.

"Is it because of Gu Yangjun? Brother, you just lost a game. Jibe Jiachun murmured in his heart.

Gu Yang just hit the ball back, the second cricket of the Holy Son of the Jibu has already arrived, Gu Yang blocked with his backhand, hit the ball back again, and was about to speak, the third board of the Holy Son of the Jibu has already hit.

At this moment, even Wang Junwen, who was watching from the sidelines, frowned, something was wrong, something was too wrong.

Such a continuous and rapid rhythm is not at all the previous style of play of the Holy Son of the Taboobe, although every board that the Holy Son of the Sacred Son of the Taboo is playing now is very beautiful, with enough strength, fast speed, and low arc.

But...... This is not his style of play, and the current style of play appears under his hands, which can be called "disorganized".

Gu Yang was dealing with the continuous, intensive and frequent fighting style of the Holy Son of the Jibu while talking about the face of the Holy Son of the Jibu.

At this moment, the Holy Son of the Jealousy Department does not have a smile on the corner of the Holy Monarch's mouth, but only a serious face and a touch of madness outside the seriousness.

"Jibu, are you crazy?" Gu Yang roared, he wanted to wake up the Holy Son of the Jibu Division.

This guy, the master has finally grown to the point of being equal to you, and you have a magic barrier in your heart? As for you, do you feel embarrassed to lose a game to my master?

"Damn it!" Gu Yang whispered, "You look down on the master!" ”

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, the more angry I became, the strength in Gu Yang's hand gradually increased, and the table tennis ball played back became more and more violent, but the holy son of the Ji Department seemed to be unaware of it, and he was still fighting with Gu Yang.

Table tennis!

Gu Yang was really angry, looking at the expressionless face of the Holy Son of the Jibu Department, Gu Yang was annoyed.

One Ball ...... Like lightning, after bouncing off the table of the Holy Son of the Taboobe, it rushed straight to the forehead of the Holy Son of the Sacred Son.

The angle at which the table tennis ball bounced was so perfect that the Jibu Seiko swung his arm and threw the racket directly into the air, allowing the table tennis ball to hit the smooth forehead of the Kibe Seiko......

Bang!

The incomparably clear impact sound sounded, Gu Yang put the racket to his mouth, made a gesture of blowing out the muzzle of the gun, and said with a smile: "K-O!" ”