MTL - Kneel to Me-Chapter 11

The cheerleaders who were pushed away were still stupefied because they saw Song Juyao's kick with their own eyes. They opened their mouths and looked at Song Juyao's back in admiration and awe, and did not join the ranks of whispering among.

Song Juyao walked into the tennis court, Li Zhao shrugged her shoulders, and followed behind her like a little tail. Looking at Song Juyao's back with her head raised, she adored and worried, is it really all right? The eyes shot from around were like needles, not very friendly, and Jin Yao...

Song Juyao walked up to Ming Shu, and asked with concern, "How is it? Can you still go?"

Ming Shu looked at Song Juyao, the tears flowed even more fiercely, unable to speak, she nodded and shook her head. But everyone can see how happy she is with Song Juyao's appearance.

Song Juyao looked at Li Zhao: "Zhao Zhao, take her to the school infirmary."

Li Zhao nodded, and immediately went to help Mingshu.

"Stop." The young man's hoarse and cold voice came from behind, "I allow her to go?"

Song Juyao turned her head, met Jin Yao's amber eagle-like eyes, and saw the unruly brilliance of wild animals inside.

Jin Yao looked down at Song Juyao across the net.

"No matter what the reason is, it's not the reason why you beat up a girl like this." Song Juyao looked at him expressionlessly.

"Really? Then what are you going to do?" Jin Yao's racket pressed down the net, pointed straight at Song Juyao's nose, with dangerous eyes, "Get justice for her? Song, Ju, Yao."

Song Juyao stared at him for a few seconds, then looked away, looking at Ming Shu and Li Zhao: "Let's go."

Jin Yao looked at Song Juyao's back who didn't pay attention to him at all, with anger offended by his dignity, "Close the door!"

The doors to the tennis court were immediately shut.

"Song Juyao, since you want to be a hero so much, I will help you. You can either catch my ball instead of her, or kneel down and kowtow to me to admit your mistake, otherwise don't even think about going out." Jin Yao's voice sounded like a demon.

Li Zhao looked at Song Juyao nervously, Ming Shu flinched, she was terrified of Jin Yao now, he is a devil, to be so cruel to a girl, she would only want to go with him when her brain is showing off The plot of a campus idol drama, who the **** can do it!

She couldn't help but look at Song Juyao, what would she do? Some worries emerged in her heart involuntarily, obviously not long ago, she was still worrying about how to make Song Juyao suffer.

"Okay, I'll fight with you. Let them go out first, it's too much of a hindrance here." Song Juyao looked at Jin Yao and said.

Jin Yao's unhappiness now is all directed at Song Juyao, and he doesn't care about Mingshu anymore, he raises his hand to let the gatekeeper let him out. The two didn't leave because they were worried, and looked inside through the barbed wire.

Song Juyao chose a racket that he thought was suitable for him, and walked to the field.

This time is the continuation of the unfinished game between Jin Yao and Ming Shu, so this round is Song Juyao's serve. The yellow ball bounced twice on the ground and was held in the white and slender hand.

[Ah, ah, I'm afraid, Song Juyao is going to be beaten! 】

[The mood is so complicated, I obviously hated her before, but now I start to worry about her]

【Her skeleton looks smaller than Mingshu, she won't be broken with a single ball】

【Jin Yao is so disgusting, hitting a woman will definitely be a domestic violence man in the future】

[Everyone, calm down, the live broadcast has just started not long ago, we haven't seen enough, please remember that she killed a teenager in the real world, just because she was hot-tempered and lustful! 】

The small yellow ball was thrown into the air. Song Juyao served with a standard and beautiful posture. It was obvious from a glance that he was a tennis player.

"But Jin Yao has been playing tennis since he was a child. If it weren't for the great fortune of the Jin family, he would definitely be able to become a professional player."

"It's over, it's over, I really like Song Juyao, I can't stand it anymore."

"As long as Jin Yao doesn't slap me in the face, I can accept it. I am Song Juyao's face fan."

"Jin Yao is too strong, boys can't take it with one hand, and Song Juyao's small arm is definitely not good..."

"..."

"boom!"

The yellow ball was shot out, it looked like a very ordinary serve, Jin Yao sneered disdainfully, dodged slightly, turned the racket, and hit the ball back suddenly. Jin Yao's ball was malicious, and it directly brushed Song Juyao's cheek. Rough spherical surface plus speed, like cheeks brushing against concrete.

"Bang!" The ball hit the fence with a loud bang.

A red bruise instantly appeared on Song Juyao's fair cheeks.

Jin Yao: "I advise you to kneel down and beg for mercy."

Song Juyao ignored him, her eyes were calm and calm, and she continued to serve.

Jin Yao looked at her, felt irritated for no reason, and clenched his racket tightly.

It is not difficult for Jin Yao to hit a ball that is the same as the previous one, no matter in terms of spin speed or spin angle.

"boom!"

The ball brushed against Song Juyao's cheek again, and this teasing ball was just below a scratch on Song Juyao's face, forming a parallel.

There were six **** in the serve game, and Song Juyao served each ball exactly the same. Song Juyao's arms, thighs and neck all left clear and obvious scratch marks.

The moment he hit the sixth serve back, Jin Yao suddenly realized that it was impossible to hit it casually. If it was not intentional, it would be impossible to hit the six **** exactly the same. Anyone who knows a little about tennis knows that, according to the racket and The contact area of ​​the ball surface, the angle, the way of swinging the racket, and even the strength will all affect the direction of rotation of the ball. Therefore, if it is not deliberately played by professional players, it is impossible for every ball to be the same.

There is a conspiracy. Jin Yao narrowed his eyes slightly, and decided to end this farce immediately.

He pointed at Song Juyao with his racket: "It's my turn to serve. I have given you many chances. This time, I will not show mercy."

Song Juyao curled her lips slightly.

Jin Yao threw the tennis ball high and raised his arm to shoot it out, but the moment the racket touched the ball, his arm muscles seemed to be shocked by an electric shock, and a strong sense of stimulation hit his brain. The strength of the ball was released uncontrollably in an instant, and the ball was gently slapped out.

What? !

Song Juyao ran a few steps, swung his racket, and hit the ordinary ball back.

Everyone hasn't recovered yet, they just feel that the incident is so sudden that they are all confused.

"Did you catch Jin Yao's ball?"

"Song Juyao... caught the ball, won?"

"What's going on with Jin Yao? Suddenly the water was released?"

"He is not this kind of person! Why?"

The ball rolled to Jin Yao's feet, his face was gloomy, "What did you do?"

Song Juyao smiled and said: "Every serve is a backspin and backspin. After calculation, it looks ordinary, but in fact the rotation angle is very tricky. If you underestimate it, you will not be able to pass the net." Jin Yao He is an excellent tennis player, and soon discovered the secret of its rotation, so he changed his posture and hit it back precisely, but he didn't notice the damage to his wrist and extensor muscles at that moment, especially Jin Yao, who always Hitting the ball back hard puts a lot of strain on the muscles, and it only takes six hits and they're going to be yelling at you."

Since she couldn't break the situation head-on, she had to find another way. Jin Yao's arrogance gave her an opportunity. Her tennis skills are average, and her only strength in this area is the ball she sent out after years of training.

[Unclear! 】

[Suddenly a little hot blood ah ah]

[Although I don't understand, in short, Song Juyao tricked Jin Yao and won the victory? 】

[Awesome! High IQ is different]

【Song Juyao is so handsome! 】

【Scheming is so deep】

Jin Yao understood, he laughed angrily: "I never thought Song Juyao would have such despicable means."

"Student Jin Yao, do you use what you are good at to challenge others, and do you not allow others to use what you are good at to meet your challenge?" Song Juyao nodded her head, and looked at him with clear eyes without fear .

In Song Juyao's eyes, there seemed to be something that stimulated Jin Yao, he was suddenly furious, crossed the net all of a sudden, and walked in front of Song Juyao.

Everyone in the audience was frightened, thinking that they would soon see the scene of Jin Yao beating Song Juyao violently, so they didn't dare to make a sound for a while.

Jin Yao grabbed Song Juyao's chin and stared at her condescendingly: "What are you proud of? Are you worthy of looking down on me? What are you?"

His hands were big, compared to Song Juyao's face was too small, his jaw seemed to be crushed, Song Juyao's eyes turned red instantly due to the pain. She stretched out her hand to grab it, but the hand was as motionless as a pair of iron tongs. A trace of wolfishness flashed in those clear and gentle eyes, Song Juyao suddenly turned her face hard, and Jin Yao's thumb slid onto her lips, and then those lips opened to enclose the finger.

The soft touch of the lips and the wetness of the fingertips were particularly obvious for a moment. Jin Yao was stunned for a moment, and then the sharp pain hit.

Song Juyao's bite was as hard as a wolf biting him, as if he was about to bite off his thumb, Jin Yao immediately let go of Song Juyao, and pulled out his hand suddenly.

"You!" Jin Yao stared at Song Juyao in disbelief as he looked at the **** thumb that had been bitten out.

Song Juyao's eyes were slightly red, and she wiped her lips with the back of her hand, "Violence can't solve any problems, but if Jin Yao touches me again next time, don't blame me for being rude."

After that, she turned and left. The students guarding the gate were shocked and did not dare to stop them.

Li Zhao and Ming Shu were waiting for her outside, when they saw her come out, they went up to meet her and left together.

Mingshu looked at Song Juyao with complicated eyes. She was covered with scars and the fingerprints on her chin were shocking, and it was all for her. Even in reality, she has never met such a person. It turns out that in a moment of despair, it feels like being offered a helping hand.

"Thank you." Ming Shu's tears fell again.

Song Juyao looked at her like this, her slightly angry eyes softened as if they had melted, and took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears.

"Come on, let's go see the doctor."

The corners of Song Juyao's mouth were raised, and under the sun, even if the girl was a little bit embarrassed, it seemed that she couldn't stop the soul radiating from her body, so radiant.

That's right, in times of despair, it feels like being extended a helping hand, isn't it very warm? Very touched, right? At this moment, you can't wait to repay the other party with the whole world, don't you? Think the other party is an angel, don't you?

In this issue of the last life, she fell under this kind of offensive, but she didn't know it at the time. In order to be the savior and avoid being targeted by other students, she suffered several beatings for no reason. A self-acting masterpiece.

Now that Feng Shui is taking turns, you have also tasted this kind of taste, very good.

Jin Yao held his thumb and stared at Song Juyao's back. After a while, he realized that there were so many people in the audience staring at him, and shouted angrily, "What are you looking at? Get out of here!"

The students got up quickly and dispersed.