"Sure enough, he knows all my cards." Bai Shi felt helpless.
Kamishiro Lan seemed to be a prophet who knew his own background completely.
But I don't understand him at all.
He began to slowly untie the bandage on his hand.
"Are you going to use force?" Kintaro looked frightened.
"Poisonous hand?" The selected candidates said in unison.
"I heard from others that Shiraishi often put sand from poisonous insects into his hands to practice, and finally he developed his hands into poisonous hands." Kintaro's frightened expression made everyone else swallow their saliva.
As more and more bandages appeared on the ground, the truth beneath the bandages was revealed.
The imagined scene of the player's hand emitting purple poisonous gas did not happen.
Instead, there was a golden wristband that shone brightly in the sunlight.
Shiraishi threw the golden wristband out of the ring.
The wristband fell to the ground with a thick, heavy sound.
Kenya Oshitari stepped forward and tried to pick up the golden wristband, but his expression changed the moment he touched it.
"He actually wore such a heavy wrist guard to participate in training?"
Watanabe on the side covered his heart with his hands, looking distressed: "Shiraishi, can you throw it gently? That's all money."
Watanabe spent all his money to make such a wristband for Shiraishi. When he saw the wristband being broken, he felt as sad as if his own son had been broken.
"Sorry, sorry." Bai Shi apologized hurriedly.
He twisted his wrist and couldn't help but say, "My wrist feels much more relaxed after taking off the wrist guard."
Then he looked at Kamishiro Lan and said seriously, "Sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."
"I hope your next performance will make this waiting time worthwhile." Kamishiro Lan tapped his shoulder with a tennis racket, showing a warm smile and said.
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