My Empress is My Bad Girl

Qian Hui glanced at the mobile phone for the live broadcast, turned around and grabbed another mobile phone that recorded the video, clicked save and then opened it to watch it again.

Hula a group of students gathered around.

Qian Hui ignored them and leaned in front of Yun Dai herself, calling out like an excited little oriole: "Monitor, monitor, come and watch, here's a video!"

Although Yun Dai knew Zhao Yuanjing's ability, she was still curious in her heart, so she turned her eyes to the mobile phone in her hand.

The video clearly shows that in the first two minutes of the game, Wu Jingxuan kicked off the ball. Zhao Yuanjing flew from the back to the front of the net, bounced up, and directly pressed down the ball that Wu Jingxuan had just shot.

Wu Jingxuan sat on the ground and watched the volleyball roll under his feet, everyone was dumbfounded.

what happened?

Who is he?

where is he?

It's no wonder that the girl who was broadcasting live was excited and shouted at her fans that he was not a normal person.

Zhao Yuanjing's performance is indeed not like a normal person.

How can a normal person have such a strong bounce.

Maybe someone who has specially trained can do it, but Zhao Xiaojing doesn't look like someone who has trained his legs at all.

Looking at the past, he didn't have that experience either.

Then there is only one explanation.

Gifted.

Yun Dai sighed and said to herself, "This guy, I don't know how to restrain myself. If someone finds out that you are frivolous, it depends on how you explain it."

The game continues.

In less than three minutes, Zhao Yuanjing scored again.

He doesn't even need the assistance of the players.

No matter which player Wu Jingxuan Fang shot from, from which direction, or in any tricky direction, he would descend like a magic weapon, appear unexpectedly, pick up the ball and throw it over the net.

As for Wu Jingxuan, of course not all the **** can't be caught. To be precise, he can intercept most of the **** in time, but the scary thing is that he can't catch them!

yes!

Wu Jingxuan, who was as strong as a bear in 1955, could not catch a small volleyball!

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, none of the teachers and students present would have believed it.

Except for Yundai.

Only she clearly knew Zhao Yuanjing's ability.

Wu Jingxuan couldn't catch his ball, it was totally normal.

It's just a fluffy volleyball. For Zhao Yuanjing, those weapons with blood and rust on the battlefield are what he usually faces.

No matter how good Wu Jingxuan's sports are, can he still be compared with those enemy troops who are fighting with red eyes?

Until the fifth time he caught the volleyball, Wu Jingxuan, who was knocked to the ground by a huge force, finally collapsed as he watched the ball slip away from his hands.

He got up and yelled at his teammates. The teammates who were already bewildered were even more at a loss.

Wu Jingxuan blushed and had a thick neck, and shouted at Zhao Yuanjing: "What's the matter with you, are you cheating!"

Zhao Yuanjing didn't blushed, didn't pant, and was as calm as ever: "When you say that, you are treating the referee and classmates as fools. Don't blame others for your failures and incompetence. Find your own reasons, okay?"

A classmate shouted, "Wu Jingxuan, can't you afford to lose?"

"That is, admit that you are not as good as others when you lose a game. There is nothing ashamed, why are you slandering it? You still want to be a professional athlete with this sportsmanship?"

"The person who says that others play match-fixing is the one who will think about playing match-fixing with a guilty conscience!"

"If you can't lose, go down!"

"Admit defeat!"

There was booing and boos all around.

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