"Okay, we won't use that trick next round."
"That's more like it! Let's continue!" Although it was the next round, Becky's face immediately brightened, and a radiant smile returned, as if she had gained a huge advantage.
However, in the following few points,
Every five or six rounds of a contest, Draco would suddenly strike and score.
This trick tormented Becky terribly.
Every time she used it, she was left battered and bruised.
She just wanted to fast forward to the next game.
Seeing this, Hermione's discomfort suddenly dissipated, replaced by a faint sense of satisfaction that she thought he knew what was good for him. She then took a sip of water to cover up her discomfort and refocused on the game.
In the second game, Draco kept his promise.
He no longer used that eye-catching behind-the-back shot, but simply returned the ball in the most ordinary way.
However, after seven or eight rallies, Draco's style suddenly changed. His returns were not fast, not powerful, and the landing points were not particularly tricky, but each ball had a strange spin.
Sometimes it's a moon-shaped object with violent topspin.
The ball traced a high arc in the air, then bounced sharply forward and upward after landing, making it difficult for Becky to judge the landing point and bounce height. She either swung her racket too early and missed, or was forced to hastily return a poor-quality ball at the high point.
Sometimes it's a banana kick with strong sidespin.
The ball clearly veered to one side in the air, and upon landing, it either bounced sideways or slid laterally.
This makes Becky's running and hitting point selection extremely difficult, often requiring significant adjustments to her footwork.
The unpredictable spin of Becky's ball left Becky, a tennis enthusiast, in a state of utter frustration. She didn't know where to direct her strength, and throughout the entire game, she was completely manipulated by Draco's spin.
15-0.
30-0.
40-0.
The score quickly widened.
Those who had some experience with spin looked at Becky staggering around the field with expressions of sympathy.
"Look at Becky's expression, she's about to cry."
" Draco's spin... it was absolutely amazing."
"Indeed, it doesn't look fast, it's just that the catch isn't good."
"Yeah, it's impossible to exert any force even if you want to."
" Becky is going to protest again, I bet."
When the last return shot flew wildly into the air and went out of bounds again, Becky, supporting herself on her knees, was panting heavily, her little face flushed.
Seeing Draco's relaxed demeanor, she couldn't hold back any longer. She approached him, her voice filled with grievance and accusation, "You're bullying me! Can't you just fight me normally? Stop using these weird spins! It's not fun at all!"
"I played normally, I went up against you in rallies, even more than I did with Barty earlier. Spin is one of the most basic techniques in tennis, isn't that normal?"
Becky was speechless again.
Looking back, it seems we did go through quite a few rounds of back-and-forth?
And the spinning does seem normal, right? No, in Draco's hands, the spinning becomes abnormal too!
But Becky couldn't find a reason to refute him, and her momentum immediately weakened. She could only mutter under her breath, "Your spin hurts my hand when I receive your shots. Can't you hit shots with less spin? Just a little bit more normal rallies..."
The soft complaints, coupled with Becky's pitiful look, caused the audience to burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, Becky, you're too greedy!"
"That's right, Draco has already been very accommodating to you!"
"Alright, alright," Draco chuckled helplessly, "For the last round, I'll play a normal rally with you, no fancy spins, just regular flat shots and topspin, okay?"
"It's a deal! It has to be a normal pull without any weird rotations! No take-backs!" Becky's eyes lit up instantly, the gloom on her face vanished, and she smiled again.
"No regrets," Draco assured him with a smile.
In the third game, Draco stopped using any balls with strange spins. His returns were of moderate speed and even power. He no longer deliberately used spin to torment Becky, nor did he suddenly change the direction of the shot. Instead, he seemed to be playing a long-range practice game with a beginner.
In an instant,
Becky felt a heavenly difference.
The ball no longer bounces wildly or curves, nor does it fluctuate wildly.
They Accio along predictable trajectories, landing in the locations she anticipated, with normal bounce heights.
Simply stand firmly on your feet, extend your arms, and swing your racket to return the ball to the center of the opponent's court.
"Snap!" The tennis ball traced a steady and smooth arc in the air, the sound of the hit crisp and rhythmic. Becky felt as if she had transformed into one of those elegant professional players on TV, moving, backswinging, and hitting the ball with composure along the baseline.
Every pull-up is so exhilarating.
Although she knew it was Draco feeding her the ball, she was still captivated by the feeling of this continuous attacking battle.
Becky became more and more excited and engrossed in the game, her cheeks flushed and beads of sweat appearing on her forehead, but her smile never faded, and she even let out joyful shouts and laughter from time to time.
"Ha!"
"Watch my forehand!"
Jack and his friends were also drawn to the harmonious multi-beat rallies.
Although it lacked the previous exquisite and dazzling techniques, this stable rally was quite pleasing to watch, especially paired with Becky's genuinely enjoyable smile as she played tennis.
Hermione watched quietly as well.
Finally, after a long baseline rally of more than twenty shots, Becky unleashed a powerful forehand smash, but perhaps due to fatigue or excessive excitement, the ball went out of bounds.
The third and final game ended.
Draco won again, but Becky didn't care about the score at all; she felt she had won.
"That was awesome!" Becky was so tired that she bent over, hands on her knees, panting heavily, sweat streaming down her face, but her smile was brighter than ever.
Although her body was almost exhausted, her spirit was at its peak. She straightened up, excitedly threw away her racket and quickly picked it up again. Without even wiping away her sweat, she ran towards the man opposite her who had given her this ultimate pleasure.
" Draco, thank you, I had so much fun!" Becky ran up to Draco, and in her excitement, she gave Draco a hug without thinking.
Hermione's heart skipped a beat.
However, Becky's movements came to an abrupt halt midway through.
Because the moment Draco lunged at her, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he subtly took half a step back to the side.
At the same time, he positioned his racket horizontally in front of him, cleverly separating Becky's outstretched arms from his body.
"Don't get too excited after exercising, be careful not to fall." Draco's voice remained gentle, carrying just the right amount of concern.
But his tone was calm and even, without any fluctuation.
He maintained that polite smile, but his eyes glanced at the sidelines, in Hermione's direction.
Becky's sprint froze instantly, her outstretched arms stopped in mid-air, and her bright smile vanished.