But within ten minutes, Xia Lu began to regret.
It had been such a long time since she last played tennis, and muscle strength was something that faded without use. After so long without practice, her skill had severely diminished.
Zhou Mingchen, on the other hand, seemed to grow stronger as the battle waged on. She was already huffing and puffing, while that guy still remained composed, hardly breaking a sweat.
Some time later, Xia Lu simply called for a break.
"I can't do this, I need to drink some water..." she said, then walked to the side with her racket in hand and gulped down half a bottle of water.
Zhou Mingchen had a hint of a smile on his lips, "Didn't you say you wanted to have a good match with me? It hasn't been long and you're already struggling? Don't force yourself."
"I'm not, I just got thirsty and wanted some water," Xia Lu stubbornly retorted.
