Table tennis court.
Gao Qinyi stood on the right, slightly forward.
She was already crouching down, waiting for her opponent's return after Zhou Chu served.
However, the problem is also obvious: because they are both tall, they are prone to retreating to the mid-to-long range.
This means Gao Qinyi needs to hold the line.
Judging from the appearance of the opponent standing opposite, they are not very strong.
They are all on the shorter side, especially the female players, who are basically invisible when the table covers them.
"Go for it!" Li Qiuran was right behind them, dressed in a coach's uniform.
It's as if he's transformed into that fat guy who doesn't understand football.
"Don't panic, the opponent is very amateurish, just play normally."
There were quite a few people watching the game in the stands, but one figure was hiding among them.
That's right, it's Ye Wan'er.
She actually came to watch Hsieh Yu-Chun's women's singles match, but she didn't expect to see Zhou Chu and Gao Qin-Yi playing mixed doubles.
They really are a perfect match when they stand together.
Zhou Chu has already served the ball.
The petite girl opposite me immediately started twisting and pulling.
Although it wasn't tightened with much force, it was still managed to be turned over.
Wasn't it said that the other party was very unprofessional?
This pose shows absolutely no signs of amateurishness.
Gao Qinyi pulled the ball slightly, but pulled it quite high.
The speed slowed down noticeably, and the boy opposite suddenly sprinted forward.
While this level is certainly not good enough for a professional, it's more than enough to beat an amateur like him.
Only by quickly retreating from the stage could one barely catch it.
Five minutes later.
The score was 11-5 in the first set, and the referee signaled a break.
Gao Qinyi took the towel Li Qiuran handed her and wiped her face.
Luckily I wasn't wearing makeup, otherwise it would definitely have smudged.
"Qinqin, if I asked you to twist and pull, how many out of ten could you succeed?" Li Qiuran asked seriously.
"At this rate, maybe two or three will succeed."
"What if we want to add spin? Whether it's side spin, topspin, or backspin?"
"The success rate is over 60%."
Li Qiuran's gaze fell on Zhou Chu, who was gulping down mineral water, and her expression gradually became serious.
"You're the biggest problem!" Li Qiuran picked up a ping-pong ball and threw it at him: "You can't serve effectively, and you retreat to the far end of the table as soon as you receive the ball. Do you think this is tennis?"
Although she was a bit blunt.
But it seems that these are indeed all his problems.
"The way you're fighting is worse than letting Sister Qin go alone. She'd be better off fighting two against one than you two working together!"
Faced with her criticism, Zhou Chu decided to humbly accept it.
Based on the current trend, they are likely to lose the game.
This would undoubtedly save a lot of trouble, and they wouldn't have to participate in the later matches.
But seeing how hard Gao Qinyi is working...
She was basically receiving the ball in the first set, and by then she was already sweating profusely.
Even with such a strong effort, they still suffered a crushing defeat in the first round.
What if I try again myself?
"You two will switch positions in the next round." Li Qiuran made her adjustment: "I won't ask too much of you, just don't leave the stage easily, do you understand what I'm saying?"
"I understand."
Gao Qinyi's serve was clearly of higher quality than his.
Especially the first few backspin serves, which looked very much like sidespin, leaving the opponent with no choice but to react hastily.
The score was even as high as 6:3 at one point!
The opponent immediately called a timeout.
The coach on the other side was clearly much more professional, completely different from Li Qiuran's cosplay.
Zhou Chu listened intently to what the opposing coach was saying.
But all you could see was his mouth moving, as if he was saying something about the guy opposite him being his type, and he was attacking him relentlessly.
Has my opponent already figured out how bad I am?
Suddenly, a hand landed on his shoulder.
He was startled, thinking he had been caught eavesdropping.
But actually, it was Gao Qinyi's arm.
The same familiar posture, arms draped over his shoulders, a slightly disheveled breath brushing against his face.
It has a light, pleasant fragrance and no smell of sweat at all.
"What are you looking at?" Gao Qinyi followed his gaze, and sure enough, the final destination was the opposing coach.
"I didn't expect Chu Chu to be so serious."
"Sister Qin, there are a lot of people here, be careful."
Zhou Chu wanted to take a step back to avoid her, but he was worried that she would fall.
He could only barely maintain this posture.
Fine beads of sweat dotted her forehead, and her neatly tied high ponytail looked exceptionally refreshing at that moment.
She doesn't look like a graduate student at all; it's as if she's back in high school.
It's that purest, most girlish feeling.
He has never really liked girls who wear a lot of makeup; girls like Gao Qinyi with her gentle, curved eyes are the best.
"It's okay." Gao Qinyi gently patted his head with her other hand. "Just think of it as a way of cheering him on, okay?"
"I feel like I'm fully charged." Zhou Chu nodded.
The moment the game restarted.
She had just been looking relaxed, but in an instant, she became extremely serious.
It was as if they were about to fight to the death on the court.
Since she's taking it so seriously...
Zhou Chu wiped his face and gripped the racket in his right hand.
Even if we lose, we must take a piece of our opponent's flesh!
Sure enough, everything Zhou Chu had just heard was correct.
From the very beginning, all kinds of serves and returns were aimed at Zhou Chu.
Despite his desperate attempts to block and parry, he still managed to knock several enemies away.
9:9
They're vying for match point.
It's Gao Qinyi's turn to serve.
The opponent's return shot was still difficult to execute.
Zhou Chu closed his eyes.
He heard the ball's trajectory!
The ball hurtled through the air, accompanied by the sound of the wind, and landed perfectly in front of his backhand.
That's specifically targeting his backhand.
Zhou Chu opened his eyes instantly, and everything in front of him seemed to freeze for a moment.
The ball bounced off his racket.
Twist and pull with your backhand!
The ball traced an arc and landed perfectly on the opposite table.
The opponent never expected that the ball would be received.
I was able to succeed every time just now.
10:9
Gao Qinyi roared, her momentum reaching its peak even though she hadn't won.
Luckily, she didn't smash the racket, otherwise she probably would have been warned.
She rushed forward, covered Zhou Chu's face with both hands, and rubbed it hard.
Her palms had a very thin layer of sweat on them, and they felt slippery.
His smile was so infectious that he couldn't help but laugh too.
But it's that earnest charm that's captivating.
We can't lose this game!
The person opposite him had a gloomy expression.
The game ended with a score of 11:9.
The score was 1-1
There were seven games in total, and it was only the second game when Gao Qinyi had already used her usual way of celebrating her victory.
"You played well just now."
This time, it wasn't just Li Qiuran; almost all the students from the Foreign Languages ​​Department who were watching came over.
"When I watched you fight me before, why weren't you this good?" Sun Yao glanced at Gao Qinyi with a wicked smile, then turned back to Zhou Chu: "This might be because..."
"What is it?"
"It must be the power of my senior."
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