"Su Ling got the serve." Su Dan said in a deep voice.

"Wen Xi should be able to hold on, right? After all, he has played in youth competitions in Country M." Yu Qiang said this, and even he himself was a little unsure.

After watching the first game, I can basically judge the level of the two players.

It's true that Wen Xi is very strong, and every serve he makes is very tricky. If they were his opponents, they probably wouldn't be able to receive a single ball. However, Su Ling was unusual. After losing two balls, it was as if he had turned on a cheat. No matter from which angle Wen Xi served, he received the ball steadily and hit it back easily, thus winning the serve.

Su Ling is even more powerful!

Su Dan finished drinking the mineral water in the bottle, threw it accurately into the trash can next to him, picked up his racket, and walked out of the court.

"Hey, you don't want to watch it anymore?" Yu Qiang chased after him and asked.

Su Dan turned around and glanced at Wen Xi on the court. "Give him some face."

"Huh?" Yu Qiang was confused and watched Su Dan carry his racket and walk out of the court to the practice ground next door.

What does it mean?

Qiao Zhengwen stood up: "I'm going to practice with Su Dan."

It didn't mean he had to force himself to speak, he just ran off in a hurry.

Yu Qiang looked at Shen Wei: "You're not going to leave too, are you?"

Shen Wei held a ball in his hand, tossed it up and down, and said with a smile, "How embarrassing it would be to leave? When a kid loses, someone has to comfort him, right?"

Yu Qiang saw something in his eyes and said with a click of the tongue: "Li Ting is queuing in front!"

Shen Wei shrugged: "Isn't it normal for brothers to share good things with each other?"

Yu Qiang cursed inwardly: "Beast."

On the court, Su Ling casually tapped the ball twice with his racket, waited for Wen Xi to adjust his condition, and nodded to Lin Zhou.

Lin Zhou gave Wen Xi a meaningful look, blew the whistle, and the game began.

"Come on, Wen Xi!" Li Ting encouraged.

Wen Xi bit her lip, gripped the racket tightly, and stared at Su Ling.

How could he lose to an amateur?

It was just a loss in the first game. In the second game, he would not let Su Ling get a single point no matter what!

Taking a deep breath, Wen Xi was fully prepared and gave it his all.

Su Ling threw the ball upwards and slapped it quickly. The small yellow ball rushed to the opposite side like a cannonball. With a loud "bang", the ball fell to the ground. Wen Xi reflexively stepped over to catch the ball and swung the racket at the right time. However, the swing was in vain. The small ball bounced very low, almost brushing the ground and bouncing to the back.

"Beep—Su Ling scores!" Lin Zhou made the decision immediately.

Li Ting opened his mouth slightly and stared at the little yellow ball rolling on the ground in disbelief.

Is this... a flat serve?

Wimsey kept swinging his racket in a stiff motion, his face turning blue.

The flat serve is also called the cannonball serve. It is fast, powerful, and has a low rebound, often causing the opponent to either miss the serve or hit the net, resulting in a mistake and loss of points.

Su Ling started the game with this serve, which was a complete response to his topspin serve in the previous game.

Wimsey put down his racket and continued to fight, with a fierce look in his eyes.

Do you think he will be shocked by this?

Too naive!

What kind of players are not there in the youth competition? Professional athletes have all kinds of skills and tactics, and he was able to break through the siege and get the runner-up. How could he fail here?

Seeing Wen Xi regain his confidence, Su Ling smiled kindly.

The fact that he recovered so quickly shows that he has good mental quality and that he will feel more accomplished when his self-esteem is hit.

Throw the ball, bounce the ball——

"Bang--"

Wimsey quickly lowered his center of gravity and swung at the ball, but again, he hit it in vain.

The ball bounced slightly on the ground, and when his racket swung past it, it seemed to lose its elasticity in an instant and started rolling on the ground.

Su Ling once again used a flat serve and scored easily.

Wen Xi's breathing was short and his forehead was covered with sweat.

No one can serve flat all the time!

Although this serving method is threatening, its hit rate is very low. One or two times is just luck, but he doesn't believe that Su Ling can succeed the third time!

Su Ling held the ball, his smile becoming gentler, and under Wen Xi's sharp gaze, he launched his third attack.

"Bang--"

The ball brushed the sideline and landed on the ground. Wimsey managed to catch it, and the ball went straight into the net.

Still a flat serve!

How is that possible?

He actually served successfully three times!

Wen Xi's eyes were blurred by the cascading sweat. He pulled up the corner of his clothes, wiped his face, and stared at the handsome young man opposite him who was smiling harmlessly.

Is he humiliating him?

Wimsey was furious.

The following game seemed to confirm his idea. Su Ling scored every time with his serve, not giving him any chance to fight back.

"Left—"

"Right—"

"Still on the left!"

Wimsey was running left and right as Su Ling's ball hit him. Even though he could predict where the ball would land, the ball didn't bounce enough and he always missed opportunities. He either couldn't catch the ball or it hit the net. He failed again and again, and his will was worn out again and again. Suddenly, his vision became blurred. The number of flying balls increased from one to two, and then from two to four, and more and more, making him dizzy.

"ah--"

He twisted his ankle and fell to the ground with his racket in hand. The ball landed two inches away from the racket, bounced high, and flew out of the court.

This time, it was not a flat serve, but Wen Xi was exhausted and fell on the court early.

"Wen Xi!" Li Ting ran forward in fear and quickly helped him up. Yu Qiang and Shen Wei rushed over from the rest area worriedly.

Su Ling wiped the sweat off his face, walked slowly to the net, and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

Wen Xi was supported by Li Ting. His eyes were red, his lips were trembling, his elbows were rubbed and bleeding, and he looked very miserable.

Li Ting felt distressed and asked Su Ling: "Is this okay?"

Shen Wei frowned: "Master Su, Wen Xi is younger than you, but you are still throwing him around. Don't you think it's too much?"

Lin Zhou came to Su Ling's side, crossed his arms, and retorted: "You can't say that, right? It's normal for accidents to happen on the field. Our Xiao Ling is much more skilled, and there's nothing we can do about it. Besides, this competition was requested by you, so you're responsible for winning or losing!"

Su Ling held Lin Zhou's shoulders, crossed the net with his long legs, walked to Wen Xi, stretched out his hand to him, frowned and whispered: "I'm sorry you got hurt. If you feel unwell, I'll take you to the Lai Private Hospital for a full body check-up."

"No need." Wen Xi waved his hand away without any grace.

Su Ling withdrew his hand that had been opened, his peach blossom eyes revealed a look of grievance and innocence.

She was a beautiful person, but she bit her lip lightly, wanting to say something but stopping herself, and her lonely look made people feel pity.

Yu Qiang took the initiative to act as a peacemaker. "How about... Wen Xi go to the hospital for a checkup?"

Li Ting glared at him. Whose side was he on? He actually spoke for his opponent! No matter how beautiful Su Ling was, he was still a married man!

Lin Zhou said loudly: "Yes, if Xiao Ling takes him for examination, it can be all free."

These words were like adding fuel to the fire. Wen Xi was humiliated beyond recognition and was furious. He pushed Li Ting and others away and limped off the court.

"Hey, Wen Xi——" Li Ting ran over to support him, but he angrily pushed him away.

Yu Qiang and Shen Wei glanced at the pitiful Su Ling and said tactfully, "Wen Xi is young, so it's inevitable that he is a little childish. Please don't mind it, Mr. Su."

Su Ling lowered his eyes and whispered, "Well, I won't care."

When the two saw Wen Xi and Li Ting leaving the court, they didn't want to stay any longer, so they picked up their tennis racket bags and left in a hurry.

Su Ling's face seemed to have undergone magic, all the grievances disappeared, and he swung the racket carelessly.

"Haha, you really bullied people badly." Lin Zhou said with a smile.

"Really? I'm just giving him a taste of his own medicine." Su Ling said calmly.

Lin Zhou raised his eyebrows.

This Wen Xi had ulterior motives. He tried to steal something but ended up losing the game. Not only did he lose the game, he also lost all his composure.

Su Ling walked to the rest area, took out mineral water from his bag, tilted his head back and gulped down half the bottle. After quenching his thirst, he sat on a chair and exhaled in relaxation.

"If he holds out for another ten minutes, I'll be exposed."

"He was completely stunned by your continuous flat serves." Lin Zhou took a sip of water and said with a smile.

Su Ling is an amateur after all and cannot compare with professional athletes, but his two unique skills often stun people.

The artist is naturally sensitive, which makes his predictive ability outstanding. In addition, he is tall and has an advantage in flat serves. After practicing intensively for a period of time, his hit rate is as high as 90%. As long as the ball is in his hands, the opponent has basically no ability to fight back.

However, everything has its pros and cons. As physical strength is depleted, the hit rate decreases. If Wen Xi can hold on for another game, he will find an opportunity to counterattack.

Unfortunately, he was defeated by Su Ling, his self-esteem collapsed, and he lost his judgment.

Su Ling took out a towel, wiped the sweat from his face and neck, regained his energy, and jumped a few times easily.

"Come on, let's play a few games."

"Do you still have energy?" Lin Zhou asked.

"Of course." Su Ling said confidently.

If he doesn't have the physical strength, can he withstand Lu Feng doing it ten times a night?

cough--

After playing tennis, Su Ling and Lin Zhou went to the racecourse and rode for more than an hour. At four o'clock in the afternoon, the entertainment activities ended and they drove home.

The sapphire sports car was driving slowly in the busy street. When passing a skyscraper, Su Ling turned the steering wheel, made a big turn, and turned into the open-air parking lot of the skyscraper.

After parking the car, he walked into the building and stood in the magnificent lobby. He looked around and saw the reception desk and walked over with graceful steps.

"Hello, which floor is the president's office on?"

The receptionist who was busy at the computer heard the pleasant baritone and looked up subconsciously. The handsome face of the young man came into her sight and she opened her mouth in surprise.

"Ah! You are——"

Little brother!

The receptionist almost cried out, but she held it back.

Oh my god!

Is she hallucinating?

Why did the president's wife suddenly appear in the company?

Ahhhhh!

Looking closely, his face is a hundred times, no, a thousand times, ten thousand times more beautiful than in the live video!

The receptionist was so excited that she would have fainted from happiness at this moment if it weren't for her professional qualities.

"Hello... hello..." The receptionist swallowed and stood up, showing the most perfect smile.

"Hello." Su Ling raised his lips slightly and said in a gentle and elegant manner, "Can you tell me how to get to the president's office? Do I need to make an appointment?"

"It's convenient, of course it's convenient. You don't need to make an appointment!" the front desk lady said hurriedly. If someone else had asked her this question, she would have been very businesslike, but the person in front of her was Mr. Li's beloved partner, so of course there was no need to make an appointment!

"Please wait a moment. I'll ask someone to take you upstairs." She picked up the phone and dialed the internal number.

Su Ling waited patiently, rolling his eyes and looking at the headquarters of the Lei Group with a little curiosity.

Come to think of it, this was his first time to come here to see Lu Feng! And the front desk lady's strange reaction seemed to indicate that she knew him. Could it be that...she also watched the live broadcast?

The author has something to say: Ah, it’s late again, good night~ I have to get up at five o’clock tomorrow, 555, it’s too difficult~