Lu Yun throws the ball and plays a high ball again, but the line of the ball is a bit erratic, falling towards the middle line.

Zhang Xiaohua has a smile on her mouth. Her feet are slightly open, her knees are slightly bent, and she makes a small horse step.

"let me do it!" Zhang Xiaohua shouted, extremely aggressive, and pushed Yu Mengqi aside, including all the positions in front of the table.

that gas field, that domineering, the whole stadium is under control, everyone can't help but be scared and look this way unconsciously.

Lu Yun hit the ball high and slow, which was just for others.

Zhang...