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Chapter 253: The Racial Talent of the Chinese(2/2)

"Is it my turn?" Rongguang asked with a table tennis ball.

Cristiano Ronaldo curled his lips and made a "serve" gesture.

So Rongguang held the table tennis ball in his palm, imitating Cristiano Ronaldo and threw it high.

The hearts of Bayern Munich players were like this ball, hanging high, almost popping out of their throats...

You won't be able to play the ball, right?

Some people have imagined such a funny scene in their minds...

The table tennis ball rose to its peak in the eyes of the crowd, and then lost its upward force and began to fall, fall, fall, fall due to its own weight and gravity...

Meanwhile, Rong Guang's right hand, holding the slap, swung out from behind and forward.

Just as the table tennis ball fell to the most appropriate height, the racket in his hand hit the ball.

With a crisp bang, the ping-pong ball was pulled to the opposite desk.

Cristiano Ronaldo waved his racket in his hand to hit the table tennis ball

He waved for nothing

The table tennis ball fell on the table, then rushed forward quickly, and flew directly out of the table

Score

Suddenly, the room became very quiet.

This made the crisp sound of table tennis hitting the wall and falling to the ground particularly prominent. Table tennis was still jumping on the floor, but the people in the house looked at the glory with a haunted look.

Just watched Cristiano Ronaldo do it once and then played the same serve as Cristiano Ronaldo?

Tell me that this is a rookie who didn't even hold a racket right before?

Only Lucas Sutton grinned and laughed silently.
Chapter completed!
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