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"Heh," Shen Lijun scoffed.
Song Jiu slightly raised his eyebrows, "You don't believe me?"
"Believe you? That would be the day!"
Holding the tennis ball, Song Jiu narrowed his eyes and looked at Lin Wu, "Xiao Wu, you better not cry when you lose later!"
Lin Wu slightly raised her eyebrows, "I advise you to keep a low profile."
Song Jiu chuckled.
Look at Lin Wu getting all cocky.
Today he was going to teach Lin Wu a lesson on humility.
Show Lin Wu what a real tennis expert was like.
Song Jiu tossed the ball to Lin Wu, "You serve."
"Okay," Lin Wu raised her hand slightly and caught the ball Song Jiu had thrown.
Song Jiu blinked.
The force he threw the ball with was not small.
With such strong momentum, how did Lin Wu manage to catch it so effortlessly?
If he hadn't been seeing things...
Lin Wu didn't even seem to frown when she caught it.
It must be a coincidence, right?
Otherwise, how could Lin Wu possibly have such strength?