The bet was officially made under Wang Longlong's witness.
Yang Sheng folded her arms across her chest. Her short hair remained motionless despite the lack of wind, and she was handsome in her stillness.
Gong Jin stood with his hands behind his back, carrying himself with an innate nobility, proud and extraordinary.
He was not worried about losing. Among ordinary students, the gap in badminton skill was not that great. Compared to technique, physical stamina mattered more.
Singles badminton was ultimately a sport that tested physical fitness. Once your physique reached a certain level, even a casual move became technique.
In that brief span just now, he had learned about the so-called Senior Ouyang. The other party was a main player on the school basketball team, so his stamina was beyond question.
At over six feet tall, he naturally crushed ordinary girls physically. And this was a crucial battle that concerned whether his confession would succeed. Ouyang would surely use every possible means to win the match.
So how could Gong Jin lose? Down in the plaza, Senior Ouyang gripped his badminton racket and stared at Yun Tingting across the net. She stood in the light, slender and captivating, the interplay of light and shadow making her all the more beautiful.
"Tingting, since you want to compete with me, of course I'll agree." Senior Ouyang's voice was warm, like that outstanding big brother next door.
"His smile is so sunny!" Wang Yanyan swooned.
Liu Chuandao clicked his tongue. "Tsk, tsk. In your eyes, handsome guys look sunny no matter what they do, right?"
"Ho ho! I'm going to melt!" Pang Jiao cupped her big round face with her hoof-like hands.
Cui Yu egged her on. "Hurry up and melt, then fall into Shen Xinli's arms! Xinli, your new imperial consort