"A little." So Haozhe shrugged.

"Hey, let's have fun?"

Before Zhao Li'er could answer, He Feng stood up with a sly smile and pulled the racket with his fingers.

Su Haozhe glanced at him.

"Where to stay where it's cool!" Zhao Lier scolded angrily.

finally made an appointment with Su Haozhe, she didn't want to be disturbed by anyone at all, especially this annoying ghost He Feng.

But how could He Feng leave now.

"Just for fun. Of course, you can also add some color, such as 10,000 yuan for a plate. ”

He Feng was eager to try.

Prepare to let this little model lose the fine light.

Su Haozhe looked at him like a fool, "There was an idiot who also said that he was adding color to his head, but he lost 12 million to me, and you 10,000...... The little family is angry. ”

"12 million?!" He Feng and his three good brothers exclaimed.

"Bragging rights, you!"

"Uh...... Speaking of which, I think I've heard similar rumors. "Someone was thoughtful.

"Some time ago, the rich second-generation circle in Huazhou seemed to be betting against others with Chuanxuan and Han Fei, and they lost 12 games in a row, a total of 12 million!

"It is said that the Han family really lost this money! Han Fei's grandfather was shocked, and as soon as this incident passed, Han Fei was relieved of his position and grounded. ”

The person beside He Feng, you say a word to me.

lost tennis and lost 12 million, which is a strange thing that has not been encountered in a hundred years.

There was a lot of commotion in the upper circles of Huazhou.

Being reminded like this, He Feng also remembered, and looked at Su Haozhe as if he had seen a ghost, "Are you the one who bets against Han Fei?" ”

Yue Meishan couldn't help but chuckle and said, "I can testify that this matter is true!" ”

Zhao Li'er was so shocked that she lifted her chin and opened her mouth, incredulous, "So good? ”

Yuan Nuo heard of this kind of thing for the first time, "Which fool takes money and doesn't pay for it?" If it's true, Su Haozhe's skills are not ordinary. ”

"Do you want to play?" Su Haozhe raised his chin at He Feng.

"This ......" He Feng was a little stunned.

He didn't believe Su Haozhe's words, but Yue Meishan, as the general manager of the club, had no reason to get involved in this kind of thing.

"Don't gamble, slap in 1 game, what do you think?"

"......" He Feng's eyes widened, "What did you say!" ”

"A slap in the face, do you know about the slap? Just like you slapped Manager Fu Yun. Su Haozhe patted his face.

He Feng was gloomy.

Zhao Lier looked left and right, made sure that Su Haozhe was in his chest, and suddenly firmly believed that he could win, so he arched the fire, "Scared?" Then hurry away and get in the way of me playing with Haozhe. ”

"Who's afraid!" He Feng was annoyed and angry.

"Yes, it's not necessarily true or false, who wouldn't brag? Count me in, lose 1 game and slap in the face! ”

A young man with dyed yellow hair and studs on He Feng's left shouted.

"Good brother!" He Feng was moved.

"Count me in!"

"Add one more to me, lose a game and slap me!"

As soon as a few people saw that the other party came out to support He Feng, they thought that if they were cowardly, they would still be able to hug He Feng's thighs in the future?

Therefore, even if two of them have never played tennis at all, they still look like Lao Tzu is a master, and they stand up to participate.

Zhao Li'er began to worry, and pulled Su Haozhe, "Can you do it?" ”

"Nonsense, you don't have faith in me?"

"That's not, if you're not afraid of 10,000, you're afraid of what if."

Su Haozhe ignored him anymore, and said to He Feng, "Then start, if you lose a ball, you will be slapped immediately, and you will not be credited or offset."

"There is no upper limit until one side voluntarily concedes defeat."

He Feng shuddered, faintly feeling uneasy.

With the arrow on the line, he has no way out.

"Good!" He Feng was fearless on the surface, and glanced at the yellow hair on his side, "Xiao Jun, you come first!" You guy doesn't rely on tennis skills to pick up girls, you come to the first game. ”

"......" The corners of Xiao Jun's mouth twitched, and he secretly scolded He Feng for being a chicken thief, but now he couldn't refuse.

"Don't worry, leave it to me!"

"Okay, if you slap him, I'll give you 2,000 yuan." He Feng emphasized in a low voice that knowing that he would be more motivated if he had to give a certain monetary reward.

Sure enough, Xiao Jun became excited.

"You be careful......," Zhao Lier advised, and she could only retreat to the sidelines.

Yuan Nuo was interested, "This Su Haozhe, is he very confident in his tennis skills?" ”

"Mr. Yue, how are his skills?" She turned her head and asked, "You seem to know Su Haozhe very well." ”

"Uh...... You misunderstood, you have limited understanding, but the best staff in our club didn't even win a goal against Mr. Su. Yue Meishan smiled.

As soon as the words fell.

In the court, Xiao Jun made a serve and the tennis ball arced.

In the next moment, there was a bang.

As soon as he landed in the field area of Su Haozhe, he was hit by a heavy volley, and at an extremely tricky angle, it catapulted past Xiao Jun's feet.

There was silence.

"That's a loss?" He Feng was dumbfounded.

"Wow, Haozhe is amazing!" Zhao Lier reacted and cheered.

Although Yuan Nuo didn't know much about tennis, the powerful and heavy ball made her heart tremble.

At least she's very good at it.

Su Haozhe beckoned to Xiao Jun, "Come here, let me slap me." ”

Xiao Jun was dumbfounded, he lost in less than a second?

He looked at He Feng.

"What are you doing? Willing to lose! Don't let people look down on you, if you are injured, I will cover all the medical expenses! He Feng scolded.

Xiao Jun embarrassed and walked towards Su Haozhe, smiling awkwardly, "Brother, let's see each other in the future...... Why don't you owe it first?

"My face is ugly, it's not a pity to slap it, but you have such a handsome face, and if you are slapped by me later, you will be very shameless."

He tried to delay.

As soon as he arrived, Su Haozhe raised his hand suddenly.

Syllable!

The heavy slap made Xiao Jun staggered back, and he almost fell to the ground, and his whole head was full of gold stars.

"It's so ruthless......" He Feng's heart jumped.

Looking at Xiao Jun's bright red finger prints, he was stunned for a while.

Zhao Li'er's neck shrunk, "It seems to be heavy?" ”

Yuan Nuo was stunned, and then smiled bitterly, "This Su Haozhe is real!" ”

She thought that Su Haozhe was just scaring these students.

Xiao Jun came to his senses, covered his face, and glared at Su Haozhe fiercely, "You kid is ruthless enough!" When Lao Tzu wins, don't blame me for not keeping my hands! ”

He went back to his field.

The second ball, it was still him who served.

But the ending is similar, Su Haozhe expected the enemy to take the lead, and when the ball did not land, he had already run to the corresponding position, and sent out a thunderous counterattack.

Xiao Jun lost one more goal.

"Come here." Su Haozhe hooked his hand.

"You kid can!" Xiao Jun was about to cry, still holding on fiercely.

Syllable!

Xiao Jun added a slap mark on the right side of his face, which happened to be symmetrical left and right.

Third Goal ......

"No, everyone is friends, and they know Li'er very well, so there's no need to be ruthless, right?"

Syllable!

Fourth goal.

"You're so lucky......

Syllable!

Fifth goal.

"Well, let's settle the next game together, I feel like I've hurt my bones."

Syllable!

In the sixth ball, Xiao Jun lost again.

As before, he couldn't catch the ball swung by Su Haozhe at all, and he couldn't even touch it.

With tears in his eyes, he held back and didn't let it fall, "I...... I'm not playing anymore! ”