Chapter Eighty-two

  I let out a soft sigh, adjusted the angle of my racket face, and with a swift movement, I jumped to the side and hit the ball back with my forehand. The ball quickly returned to my court, and with a slight pout, I took quick steps forward and hit a short shot.

  This girl is really something!

  Every point was extremely hard-won, the yellow ball shuttling back and forth between the two courts, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, with short balls, corner balls, high-arcing balls, spinning topspin and underspin, plus sidespin, almost every possible trajectory I could think of. Gnashing my teeth in deep thought, although it was clear that I couldn't create too much wind, but in my heart I was unwilling to lose like this, facing such a formidable opponent, who wouldn't rouse their fighting spirit?

  Perhaps off the court, Ye Chenyi was also watching, I never wanted him to know that I was also a master of individual high throws. Suddenly, my entire body froze, allowing the bright yellow ball to bounce past me on the ground and out of bounds. The scene flashing in my mind made me uncontrollably stunned, even if it would cost us points, but I still wanted to figure out -

  The morning glow, the rising sun, my trembling self, the tall figure behind the curtains, the black-clad bodyguard, the inexplicable advice, and - the agile movements and the swift running figure of that young man.

  It seems that it has been precipitated in memory for a long time and dyed with the color of dust, but even so, it is just a scene composed of individual pictures that I can't remember.

  Suddenly, I fell to the ground with a thud, my knee bent in a difficult position. My eyes widened in disbelief as I stared at the ground, not because of the shocking scene before me, but because of the strange and familiar memories that made me feel like I had lost something or been hurt somehow.

  "What? Want to admit defeat?" The voice, like a ghostly whisper in my ear, made me look at the girl opposite me with a cold gaze. She was smiling sweetly, and I couldn't help but lick my lips and reveal a faint cold smile. Everything else was forgotten, nothing else mattered, as my nerves were stimulated by this chaotic memory.

  No longer is it the seriousness of playing hide and seek with caution, but a genuine desire to outdo each other!

  That every move and trick, I will make you know, Cheng Xiaofei is not to be trifled with!

  A small poem...

  I laughed, perhaps it was the same kind of cold laughter as a long, long time ago, but heaven and earth can testify that this is absolutely genuine laughter! Even if it's dangerous and not accompanied by a smile.

  In my subconscious, I knew that this little thing was not an ordinary person, nor was it a proud and arrogant young lady who relied on her family background to pretend to be a tiger. It was clear from the wrist holding the racket that those delicate wrists, which seemed to break with just one grip, were all real skills! At this time, I really wanted to sigh to the sky, I'm not some kind of brave and fierce warrior, okay, although sometimes it is... Facing this wave of attacks, I was originally not good at physical strength, and now I have to make such an effort, isn't it torture?

  The pain has also dissipated more than half of the unyielding resentment that was stirred up deep within his bones.

  I thought, why not just admit defeat due to physical exhaustion? But then I caught a glimpse of Ye Chenyi's seemingly worried eyes, and that damned Ren Yu's cold, enigmatic smile... Dammit, neither of the two brothers is any good!

  I glanced at the scoreboard out of the corner of my eye, and it was still tied at 4:4. If this continues, I'll definitely exhaust myself physically, but I'm not sure if I can win. I looked gloomily at Xiaoshi across from me, who seemed to be accustomed to such physical exhaustion, and after more than ten minutes, she was only slightly panting.

  I lament: If one day she tells me that she has another profession called a spy, I absolutely won't be surprised!

  I let out a breath and gently placed my left hand on the racket as well - double-handed grip!

  People have been saying that I'm weird since I was a kid, and I'm not used to talking about etiquette. Using chopsticks and spoons together is normal for me, and every time this happens, no matter what I want to eat most, I'll hold the chopsticks in my left hand and the spoon in my right hand. I don't know when I developed this habit, but I think holding a spoon in my left hand is really uncomfortable...

  Cough, got sidetracked.

  With my right hand assisting, I made a slight adjustment to the angle and with everyone's shocked gaze, I returned the serve with my left hand! Being slightly left-handed, I seemed to have brought a certain shock to Xiaoshi, losing two consecutive games without even moving, which is why I won by luck.

  "Game set match! Won by Cheng Xiaofei! 6:4!" Sweat, I didn't even notice, it turns out the umpire also likes to show off his English. Is it necessary to say this sentence at the end of every tennis match?

  To be honest, the end of the game was really unexpected!

  I took a complex look at Xiaoshi, took the towel handed over by Youxuan, and sighed softly. Xiaoshi looked weak and couldn't withstand the wind, but unexpectedly had such great strength, I thought painfully as I looked at my wrist.

  "Unexpectedly impressive, Cheng." I glanced over and the sunlight shone on that still eerie and frightening man.