"Henry Wright, how could you do this, Thompson doesn't know how to play much!"
Brittany Garcia protested angrily.
"Exactly, you've all been playing tennis for years, bullying a newcomer like this, and still have the face to say it? Shameless."
Henry Wright's face turned bright red, he raised his hand pointing at me, "You Thompson, do you dare, are you still a man!"
"Thompson, don't pay attention to his unreasonable demands!" Brittany Garcia and her friends were even more anxious than I was.
"Ignore him!" Jessica Jones also said.
I stood up slowly, whispered, "Don't worry!" Then looked at Henry Wright, "Alright! Let's have a match, if I win, you'll stay away from Jessica and stop pestering her."
"Fine! Whoever loses, leaves!"
Henry Wright was overjoyed, nearly laughing out loud.
He had been playing tennis for nearly ten years, nowhere near professional level, but locally, he was a well-known expert, taking down such a rookie was nothing but a game to him.
