By the edge of the playground, Xiao Yuanyuan handed a racket to Ye Qingzhou.
Ye Qingzhou shook his head: "I don't need a racket, I'm fine with this."
He casually snapped off a branch, holding it in his hand, clearly planning to use it as a racket to play against Xiao Yuanyuan.
Xiao Yuanyuan's eyes widened: "You're just going to use that?"
"It's enough."
"Humph, looks like you're underestimating me."
Xiao Yuanyuan's lips curved into a smile. Practicing martial arts with Ye Qingzhou, she was far behind, but when it came to badminton, she was quite confident, smilingly looking at Ye Qingzhou: "If you lose later, you have to treat me to lunch."
"Sure, okay."
Ye Qingzhou casually agreed, and then the two began their "intense" confrontation.
Around them, at some point, a crowd of students had gathered, mostly boys.
They were all Xiao Yuanyuan's fans; every time Xiao Yuanyuan played badminton with someone, they would come to lend support.
