"Oh, really? That's a coincidence." Lin Zhou grinned.
Bai Wenxi is an overseas Chinese who has been very active in high society recently. He has close relationships with many rich young men and often hangs out with Li Ting. He goes to various social occasions and makes friends with all kinds of people.
Lin Zhou noticed him at a charity banquet. The attendees came from all walks of life, and the young man, through some unknown introduction, had a pleasant conversation with a certain dignitary.
Lin Zhou knew the powerful man, a customs official. He was young, held a high position, and usually looked down on others, making him difficult to get along with. But then, he showed unexpected warmth to a young man, which piqued Lin Zhou's curiosity. So, he quickly checked the young man's profile on his computer.
Bai Wenxi's grandfather is actually Bai Jincheng, a famous overseas Chinese traditional painting master in Country M. Bai Jincheng's father is Bai Qu. Sixty years ago, he fled to Country M with his family. In his forties, he started from scratch and founded the W.T Group, a Fortune 500 company with subsidiaries all over Europe and the United States, but never involved in Country Z.
Now that Country Z has an open policy, many people who fled the country in that era have returned to develop in the country. Bai Wenxi returned to the country with his grandfather this time, obviously with the intention of testing the waters.
No wonder he squeezed into the upper class and made friends with people from all walks of life. It turned out that he was preparing for the W.T Group to enter Country Z.
However, the upper class is also divided into levels. A second-generation rich man like Li Ting is at the bottom of the circle and cannot be brought to the front. If Bai Wenxi tries to get in touch with him, it may only backfire.
When Wen Xi heard the man standing next to Su Ling asking about him, his thoughts suddenly turned, and he stepped forward with a smile and extended his hand: "Hello, I'm Wen Xi, from Country M, nice to meet you."
Lin Zhou shook hands with him slowly and leisurely: "Hello, I'm Lin Zhou."
Wimsey seemed oblivious to the smell of sex in the dressing room. With a bright smile, he enthusiastically suggested, "Since we all know each other, why don't we play tennis together?"
"Play tennis with them?" Li Ting raised his voice and asked in disbelief. Couldn't Wen Xi see the conflict between Su Dan and Su Ling?
"What? Is there a problem?" Wenxi looked at him in confusion.
Problem? It's a big problem!
Li Ting glanced at Su Dan's cold face, then looked at Su Ling, and said with a fake smile: "I'm afraid Su...Mr. Su won't agree."
Wen Xi said: "Playing tennis is more lively with more people. It's more interesting to play in teams, isn't it?"
Li Ting kept winking at him, but Wen Xi ignored him and asked Su Ling, "Mr. Su, are you interested in a match with me?"
As soon as he said this, everyone present showed subtle expressions.
Su Ling looked at him deeply, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose. "Okay."
Lin Zhou touched his smooth chin with interest.
This Wenxi is quite interesting, haha.
Fifteen minutes later, the group changed their clothes, carried their own rackets, and headed to the competition area.
Choosing an empty court, Su Ling put down his racket, stretched his limbs, and did warm-up exercises before the game.
While Lin Zhou was stretching his muscles, he asked quietly, "What's going on?"
"What's going on?" Su Ling was confused.
Lin Zhou said, "Don't play dumb."
Su Ling glanced at Wen Xi, who was standing with Li Ting and the others, a hint of coldness flashing in his peach-shaped eyes. "We first met in Stone Creek Village. Did he look down on me for my peasant attire?"
Lin Zhou shook his head: "It should be more than that."
Although the young man concealed it well, the jealousy hidden in his eyes still could not escape Lin Zhou's sharp eyes.
Su Ling and he were just strangers, so why was he jealous? Proposing a tennis match must have ulterior motives!
On the other side, Li Ting earnestly advised Wen Xi: "How about... let's not compete anymore?"
Wimsey jumped lightly to warm himself up. "Why? It's just a friendly match. He agreed to it, didn't he?"
Li Ting said embarrassedly: "You don't know Su Ling's strength."
Yu Qiang agreed: "Yes, yes! Su Ling plays tennis very well and ranks among the best in the club."
Wen Xi said confidently: "I participated in the youth competition in Country M and won the runner-up. It's more than enough to compete with amateurs."
Ever since her grandfather wanted Su Ling to inherit W.T.'s shares, Wen Xi had a thorn in her heart, wishing she could trample Su Ling underfoot. However, after checking his information and learning that he was not only the young master of the Su family, but also the partner of Lin Feng, the president of the Lin Group, Wen Xi was so jealous that she almost bit her teeth.
How can someone have such a good life?
He has everything without doing anything, even his grandfather is eager to give him property!
A few days ago, he helped farmers sell their products and became a hot topic, with rave reviews. This hurt Wen Xi's eyes, and he couldn't suppress his jealousy. Wen Xi paid for a group of internet trolls and joined forces with Lin Yun's extremely loyal fans to deliberately lead the rhythm to discredit Su Ling. Unfortunately, he was suppressed by the public relations team of Lin Group.
Any news that was unfavorable to Su Ling was either suppressed, deleted, or attacked by the Internet troll army and eventually came to nothing.
Wenxi couldn't swallow this breath and had been looking for an opportunity to suppress him. Their meeting at the tennis club today was an accident. How could they let this opportunity go so easily?
Tennis was Wenxi's forte, and he was adept at humiliating his opponents during matches.
Li Ting's worries were completely unnecessary.
"Runner-up in the M Country Youth Competition? That's really valuable!" Yu Qiang said in surprise.
Su Dan sat on a chair, holding a bottle of mineral water, twisting the lid and saying, "Su Ling's strength should not be underestimated. You must not take it lightly when competing with him."
"Okay, I understand." Wen Xi nodded, but felt quite disdainful in his heart.
Tennis is a sport that is difficult to get started with and requires high physical fitness. It has an average popularity rate in Country Z, and there are very few athletes who can enter world competitions. For those who play in clubs, it is just a pastime to keep fit. How high can the skills be?
After the warm-up, Wenxi was the first to walk onto the court.
Su Ling opened the bag, took out the wrist guard and put it on, took out the racket, and swung it twice casually.
"I haven't played for a long time, so I'm a little rusty."
"Are you sure you can win?" Lin Zhou asked.
Su Ling looked at Wen Xi who was ready on the court and said lightly: "It's hard to say since we haven't played yet."
He would not underestimate any opponent and would give his all regardless of his opponent's strength. The fact that Wimsey dared to challenge him to a match showed that he was confident in his tennis skills.
However, unfortunately, his opponent was himself.
Su Ling's fingers tested the elasticity of the tennis racket.
The best way to hit a person is to destroy his self-confidence and make him stumble in his self-improvement. Self-esteem collapses faster than anything else. If he falls to the ground and can't get up, you can only blame him for overestimating his abilities.
After tying her hair tightly with a hairband and putting on a hat, Su Ling walked onto the court calmly.
The two faced each other in front of the net and shook hands politely.
"Do you want to serve first?" Su Ling asked generously.
"Isn't this bad?" Wenxi hesitated.
"It doesn't matter. You are younger than me, so it's only right that I give you the lead." Su Ling stepped back gentlemanly, squatted slightly, and got into a posture to catch the ball.
Wenxi pressed his hat, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, took the ball out of his pocket, threw it on the ground and slapped it twice.
"I'll be the referee--" Lin Zhou ran to the referee's position.
"I'll be the assistant referee!" Li Ting was afraid that Lin Zhou would be biased and unfair to Wen Xi.
Lin Zhou spread his hands indifferently, took out a whistle, blew it, and raised his hand. "Game on!"
Wenxi caught the bouncing ball, his eyes sharpened, and he quickly served the ball.
"Bang--"
The ball fell into the opponent's court. Su Ling rushed forward in small steps. The ball spun at high speed on the ground and bounced high, brushing past Su Ling's racket.
"Beep—Wenxi scores!" Lin Zhou blew the whistle and shouted.
"Pa pa pa——" Su Dan clapped his hands while sitting on the chair.
"Score with a topspin serve! No wonder he's the runner-up in the youth tournament!" Yu Qiang exclaimed.
"Well done!" Li Ting gave Wen Xi a thumbs-up. As Su Ling's former defeated opponent, he was delighted to see him suffer a setback at the start.
After being defeated by the opponent, Su Ling remained calm and got into position to prepare for the opponent's second serve.
Wen Xi felt disdainful, patted the ball, threw it upwards, jumped up, and hit the racket hard.
"Bang--"
Su Ling managed to catch the ball, but the impact was too great and the ball slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground.
"Oh my!" Yu Qiang exclaimed.
Qiao Zhengwen opened his mouth wide in disbelief.
"Awesome!" Shen Wei cheered.
Su Dan saw Su Ling pick up the racket from the ground, and a look of gloating appeared on his face. He finally met a strong opponent, and he was defeated, right? Let's see how arrogant he will be in the future. Haha——
Wen Xi apologized sheepishly: "I'm sorry, I was too strong just now."
Su Ling shook his sore wrist and smiled: "You have good skills."
Wen Xi said: "I started playing it when I was little, and have been playing it for more than ten years."
Play?
Lidya Su raised the brim of his hat and said, "You're having a great time."
He scores points by serving, deliberately creates pressure, and attempts to break down the opponent's psychological defenses. He uses these tactics quite skillfully!
The third serve came faster and more powerful than the first and second. Wen Xi was very proud of himself and waited for Su Ling to be defeated miserably.
He served the ball very skillfully, and it brushed the left side of the boundary line and landed on the ground. If Su Ling wanted to catch the ball, he had to move at least five or six meters in one second. However, the reaction speed and movement speed of ordinary people could definitely not keep up with the landing speed of the ball. Unless he had the ability to teleport, there was no way he could catch his third ball!
Wen Xi smiled grimly, ready to see Su Ling make a fool of himself, but suddenly, his eyes widened.
At some point, Su Ling's figure appeared near the left boundary line. When the ball landed on the ground, he caught it easily and hit it back. Wen Xi was too surprised and stunned for a moment. The ball made a "bang", brushed against his left foot, landed on the ground and bounced out.
"Beep—Su Ling scored!" Lin Zhou whistled.
Su Ling sighed: "I'm lucky, I actually made a successful prediction."
Wimsey frowned.
Predicted? Was it really prediction? Or was it just a matter of luck? How could he have guessed that he would serve the ball in that spot, moved there in advance, caught the ball, and then counterattacked?
Su Ling swung his racket and bounced it a few times. "As expected, not playing for a long time will make you lose your touch. Now I'm finally getting my feeling back."
Wen Xi's face darkened, and Su Ling's words sounded particularly harsh to his ears.
The effect of creating pressure from serving was minimal, and the opponent didn't take him seriously at all!
hateful!
He gritted his teeth secretly.
He didn’t believe he could catch the fourth ball!
Su Ling bent down, and a murderous aura suddenly burst out from his usually gentle face. He rushed towards the opposite court with unstoppable force. Wen Xi felt this murderous aura at the moment of serving, and was horrified. Something went wrong, and the ball hit the net -
Serve failed!
"Ah, what a pity!" Su Ling said with a smile.
Wenxi clenched the racket, and sweat covered his forehead.
He actually made such a big mistake!
Su Dan, who was sitting lazily, suddenly sat up straight and said solemnly: "...Su Ling is serious."
Yu Qiang swallowed, looked at Su Ling who was calm and composed, then looked at Wen Xi who was in self-doubt, and was a little surprised.
"Wimsey will lose?" he asked. It shouldn't be! How could a youth championship runner-up lose to an amateur?
"If he continues to underestimate his opponent, he'll lose miserably." Su Dan took a sip of mineral water. Although he and Su Ling were not on the same page, he never dared to underestimate Su Ling.
Su Ling's motor skills are the strongest among the younger generations of the Su family.
Don't be fooled by his good looks. He is a spoiled child. During karate sparring, none of his cousins are his match. After beating someone down, he would cry and say his hand hurt, which was really infuriating.
His appearance is very deceptive. He is good at pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. If you are not careful, you will fall into his trap.
As if to prove Su Dan's words, in the following tennis match, Su Ling's condition became stronger and stronger. His movement speed became faster and faster, and his counterattack force became stronger and stronger. He could predict successfully every time. Wen Xi was like a trapped beast, enveloped by his murderous aura, and made many mistakes.
After the first game, Wen Xi was sweating and panting. Not only had he consumed a lot of physical energy, but there was also horror in his eyes.
Is this person a monster?
He actually suppressed a professional player in all aspects! !
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Well, let the slap in the face be even more severe!
PS: My understanding of tennis comes from The Prince of Tennis, haha. If there are any mistakes, please ignore them! ! ! ! Just have fun!
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