With a bang, Fenghuagao received my ball, fortunately, the ball did not bounce out, according to a certain route, obediently bounced on the table, and flew to my side.

However, his body staggered a little, and I could see that the strength of the ball was quite connotative, which made him involuntarily a little difficult.

Of course, I used the Goddess's cultivation skills to exert on the ping pong ball, and secretly set an inexplicable program.

So, the table tennis ball runs calmly, but at the critical moment, after I set three shots, it suddenly bursts out with power, so that Feng Huagao can't catch the ball.

After the third blow, after his third stroke, I secretly exert my strength, and the ball will show the effect according to my vision.

Now, I didn't use any force on his first shot, it was just the preset force under natural conditions, but he was already struggling.

It can be seen how long the power of the goddess cultivates the truth!

Then, still softly taking the ball, fiddling with my wrist a little, I spun a beautiful spiral ball.

In addition, when the ball crosses the middle net, it rises slightly and crosses a soft arc, which is very beautiful and dynamic.

I am secretly proud, I enjoy my masterpiece, as long as I cultivate the goddess and play table tennis, I can play the ball as I like.

In other words, it is feasible to let the ball go wherever you want it to go, and you want it to move on any trajectory, which is very interesting and proud.

After all, there are not many beautiful batting states like this!

I was a little disappointed, but he was still staring at the ball intently, and there was no look of envy and surprise on his face, only a more serious expression.

I whispered to him.

However, I was relieved, guessing that he must have thought that such a table tennis ball with such a changing shape would be a flying ball that would be difficult to catch.

As a result, his expression was serious and serious.

Hmph! It's a punishment to make him nervous!" I secretly hated.

Soon, the ball flew straight in front of him, but it didn't change much, and even, it didn't change any shape, but it just kept a calm straight line, which belonged to Xisong's usual trajectory, and flew gently in front of Feng Huagao.

Then, it bounces off the table and jumps up softly, and I can guarantee that anyone with a little experience in playing ball, with their eyes closed, can also catch this ball.

Sure enough, Feng Huagao hurriedly swung his racket and stepped forward, and he could see that the ball did not have much strength.

However, he was still cautious, after all, the beautiful trajectory that rotated in front of him made him feel palpitations, for fear that this ball, when it came to his face, would suddenly turn around.

So, he concentrated, carefully received the ball, and luckily, he received the ball again!

Looking at the way he received the ball, I was worried in my heart, I was really afraid of him, so I couldn't catch the ball.

My way of playing will be affected, and I will not be able to complete this stroke satisfactorily.

When I saw him catch the ball, I secretly applauded him, but I was not applauding him, but only applauding myself, which showed that my plan was going very well.

This one is the second blow of Feng Huagao, and then he is going to start the third blow, and it is then that I will decide the outcome of this ball.

Of course, there was no suspense in the result, and the score was immediately rewritten to 4:1, and I was still ahead, and I would extend the advantage of the score in the next shot.

Until, I won this game, and looking at his frustrated expression, I was really happy!

Then, Fenghua hit the ball highly, he used all his strength, as if he couldn't break the table tennis ball, and even, he gritted his teeth, it can be seen how hard he worked hard!

Seeing him grit his teeth, of course, this action is not big, and if you are not careful, you will really not see it, but I am still a little angry.

Playing ball and entertainment, winning or losing is a normal thing for Xi Song, he gritted his teeth for a little thing, what does it mean?

So, I was a little worried that the stinky boy would be jealous of me, and if he couldn't win, he would be angry with me.

No matter how many, as long as I win, I will simply win until he is poor and white, lose his competitiveness, lose his pride, and only have low self-esteem and frustration.

Of course, he will hate me, but under the power of my goddess, he can only press his hatred deep under his feet, and he will never dare to attack in front of me.

His anger is like a mountain of life and death, and he will only endure time in silence.

The stinky boy took a lot of effort, and finally fought back, I smiled, but it was a slight sneer, and in my heart and hands, there was an atmosphere of indifference.

It is often said that an arrogant soldier will be defeated! However, in my case, the famous saying will lose its effect, and if it is turned upside down, it will be victorious!

Victory comes from strength, not that I can win the ball if I stand on the side of the table! It's all the result of my hard work in practicing the goddess's cultivation.

Seeing it, the ball rushed over quickly, and the stinky boy had a little strength, and he beat the table tennis ball hard, a bit of brute force!

I hold my wrist steady and gently swing the racket so that it forms an invisible fan surface on which the ball touches and adds a lot of friction.

So, no matter how fierce the ball is, when it touches my racket, it will become gentle.

Even, if I was secretly lucky, the fast-moving ball was like being glued to the racket, which showed that the strength of the goddess's cultivation had reached the level of overcoming steel with softness.

So, I caught the ball steadily, followed it, and shook my wrist a little, just a little bit of force, enough to hit the ball about the same.

This ball belongs to my third blow, and when it turns to Feng Huagao, it is his third blow, and I want to start working in his third blow until he loses this ball.

The ball still calmly crossed the halfway net and landed on the table on his side, and with a bang, he caught it.

And then! No need to guess, no need to think, he continued to exert his strength, as if he wanted to fight with all his strength, to deal with this ball.

In fact, he wants to deal with me, overcome me, gain psychological superiority, get rid of the shadow of inferiority and failure, he has to stand up.

For him, when he stands up, it is a resurgence of machismo!

Therefore, in our love life, we need to center on him, he is a male god and an emperor.

Naturally, I'm a slave girl, a waitress and something like that!

How can you endure this state of life?

Therefore, I must suppress him, let his masculinity, obediently hide under his feet, never turn over, and fulfill my eternal dream of a goddess.

Soon, the ball was volleyed back by him, and I watched it calmly, and when it was almost in front of me, I made a shot.

In the same way, with a shake of the wrist, a force is transmitted to the palm of the hand, and then throughout the racket.

With a little luck, I let the power of the racket fly with my momentum.

In this way, the power on the racket is ready to go, just waiting for me to drive the racket and hit the ball according to my ideas.

In an instant, the ball hit the racket, and to be precise, my racket took the initiative to meet it, and it hit the ball softly.

Then, the ball was deeply attracted by the racket, and it was only a matter of one hundredth of a second, which could not be seen with the naked eye.

I turned my wrist urgently, and with a wave of momentum pushed the force on the racket, I went forward, drove the ball, and flew towards the goal I had set.

This ball, I want to hit his left hand accurately, you know, he is holding the racket in his right hand, and his left hand is empty, maintaining the balance of his body.

Now, I'm going to teach his left hand a lesson, and make him feel a little pain, and in an instant, a staggering, hilarious scene will flash out, which is exactly what I want to see.

Let him be a god, I will make him uncomfortable, become a clown-like guy.

Thinking about it this way, am I a nasty girl?

Alas, there is no way to do it, girls are inherently weak, and machismo is prevalent, so girls lack a little strategy, and it is difficult to live a happy life!

Not to mention, becoming the goddess queen of boys is simply a beautiful thing to dream of.

However, my dream has come true, and all the boys who face me have either fallen at my feet, that is, they are subject to my will.

Only in such a state can a girl live as a goddess, otherwise, she has to be a female slave to boys, looking at their faces and acting, it is really a decadent life!

Now, convincing the temperament of the high-spirited is a program for me to hone him, without such perseverance and mind, I want to be my boyfriend, dream of it!