I sat on the chair. Playing with this arrogant maniac really took a lot of energy! I haven't been so out of breath for a long time.
"Haha, the style is still the same!" At this moment, there was a bottle of water in front of him. When he looked up, it was Feng.
"What's your style?" She seemed to be my brother's girlfriend. After hearing Feng's words, she pretended to be cute and asked herself. In fact, even if she didn't ask, there must be many people who want to know.
"Never treat competitions as competitions, this is my style." He glanced at the woman coldly and said nonchalantly. He took the mineral water handed over by Feng.
"You guys, you actually treat this game as a game!" The arrogant man came over covered in sweat, which was in direct proportion to me. Hearing my words, he seemed a little dissatisfied.
"Hey, it really looks like your style. I think you really don't know how to compete seriously except for this certain person." Ling pretended to sigh and said something, as if he was hinting at something. He also said it deliberately to the people present.
I understand what she said. I will only take it seriously when I compete with an opponent who is evenly matched with me. In the game just now, I only showed less than half of my strength.
"Someone?!" The brother who had remained silent asked unexpectedly. But he didn't know that that someone was himself.
"That's right, someone." I stood up and smiled at my brother. Only a few of us could understand what my smile meant. Then I walked out of the tennis court.