Waiting for Light to Slap His Face (5)

However, no matter how well Wen Tingyun played, Fu Ting always managed to land the ball further away from where she landed the ball, as if she was deliberately provoking him.

Moreover, every time Fu Ting served, she did not need the caddie to report her data. She hit the ball on the first try.

If she was lucky the first time, then she would be able to hit the ball every time, and each time was more difficult than the last. She was still very good at it.

The bullet screen was filled with rows of 666 comments. The netizens were shocked!

He was not just good at playing, he was a god, the kind that even professional players could not compare to.

The haters who had mocked Fu Ting for being slapped in the face by Wen Tingyun had once again disappeared without a trace.

As time ticked by, Wen Tingyun's expression became more and more stiff.