Chen Boxuan glanced at the back of shangshao City, then whispered: "in the night city, I'll give him some face. When you come to Haicheng later, I'll cover you."

CEN Qinghe suddenly said, "by the way, are you from Haicheng?"

Chen Boxuan slightly raised his eyes, "what's the matter?"

CEN Qinghe said: "Chen Boxuan is serious and wants to win over Cen Qinghe. CEN Qinghe glanced at the opposite table without any trace.

From a distance of two meters, she could see the situation at the opposite table. The ball is opened by Feng Feng, with two goals in one stroke. The action seems gentle, but with confidence of never making mistakes.

She stole another look at Shang Shao city. He stood aside with his club. Occasionally, he lowered his head to powder the club. Occasionally, he glanced up at the table and looked as usual.

"Well?"

Chen Boxuan suddenly sends out a light call, and attracts Cen Qinghe's sight back. She fixed her eyes on it. It turned out that Chen Boxuan had made a mistake. The ball arrived at the hole, but stopped at the edge.