Love is as simple as badminton.

Chapter 30: I Became a Club Model! No way, I'm a model!

20:9.

In the blink of an eye, the match point arrived.

"……nice shot."

Wang Luo's eyes had already become somewhat clear.

From childhood to adulthood, he has played countless matches; competitive sports naturally involve winning and losing.

But this was the first time he had ever felt so completely controlled.

Even the school team captain Deng Ziyang, and even the legendary former captain Ling Ye, hadn't beaten him to this state.

Upon noticing Lin Xiang's domain expand, he immediately adjusted, switching between various tactics to launch successive attacks, pushing his speed to the maximum.

However, Lin Xiang resolved them all one by one.

Lin Xiang gave him the feeling that he not only understood his own tactics, but also grasped the psychology behind those tactics.

He knew the rationale behind using a particular tactic, and the rationale behind changing tactics...

Then what else is there to say? How could you possibly win in a game of Three Kingdoms Kill with your cards exposed?

To make matters worse, the roofs here are rather low.

A regular high lob or smash is fine, but a super high arc long ball or a lob will hit the top of the ball.

As a result, he couldn't even hit a high clear to adjust his game, and he was put on the defensive from the start.

Wang Luo took a deep breath with a determined look on his face.

So that's what the old man meant when he said the most exciting part was over...

Was Lin Xiang's apologetic expression also an expression of remorse on his behalf?

Wang Luo's current feeling is, "I'm so stupid, really."

Fortunately, Wang Yang had mentioned that Lin Xiang usually gives him a point when he's on match point, which made him feel a little better.

At least the score should be double digits...

"Snapped!"

Lin Xiang secretly snapped a photo of the backcourt without any expression.

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Wang Luo instinctively rushed forward to grab the net, but just missed the badminton shuttlecock.

With a tenacious and rapid second start, he rushed back to the backcourt and used the strength of his wrist and forearm to scoop up the ball, but even a god couldn't hit it from that angle.

Wang Luo turned around hastily; the shuttlecock hadn't even cleared the net yet, but Lin Xiang had already strolled over to the net and raised his racket—

"Clatter"

……

"Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful!"

When shaking hands after the match, Wang Luo's eyes sparkled, and his face beamed with a genuine smile of joy, just like a child who had received a toy.

"Brother Lin, I've never played ball so enjoyably before! Today was definitely worth the trip!"

"Thank you, you're very energetic too."

Lin Xiang patted Wang Luo on the shoulder approvingly.

Previously, he often had to consider his opponents when playing, not only holding back his strength but also intentionally giving away some points.

He hadn't given his all and unleashed his true self in a long time.

Wang Luo is a good person. He specifically emphasized to him that this was a closed-door sparring session, so he didn't need to think too much about it.

The only downside is that the roof is a bit low, which prevents Wang Luo from executing some of his shots and limits his ability to play effectively.

Otherwise, he felt that Wang Luo could have held on for a few more points, and getting a double-digit score wouldn't have been a problem.

Yeah, I definitely have to go to the gym with him and have a proper game sometime in the future.

"Is it over?"

Wang Tianmao strolled back with his hands behind his back.

"Yes, Brother Lin is very strong! I feel like I've learned a lot."

Wang Luo's joy was palpable, showing no sign of disappointment at losing the game.

"Grandpa, may I come here again sometime to seek guidance from Brother Lin?"

"Haha, of course. If you still have energy after your school team training."

"Wuhu! Thank you, Grandpa!"

Wang Luo then took out a few oranges from his bag and distributed them, saying that they were bought for everyone by President Deng. Even Shi Yuqi and Jin Xin, who were watching from the sidelines, received one.

Finally, he played one more round of Nobita's game before leaving, completely satisfied.

Jin Xin pondered for a moment, finding it interesting to add such a character to the book, and thus incorporated Wang Luo's character design into his inspiration pool.

"Meow!"

Nobita licked his lips in dissatisfaction.

What about the kitten's share? Why is there nothing?

How dare you pet the tyrant cat! Next time I'll give you a dirty whistle!

"Hey, Jin Xin, what are you writing?"

"N-nothing, just some notes."

"So diligent! You really are as studious as your junior said!"

"No, no, Senior Poetry, you flatter me..."

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As night fell, Lin Xiang, after taking a shower, received a new message from his senior.

Chang Chi Su Shi: (Image)

Chang Chi Su Shi: "Junior! How's my drawing?"

Lin Xiang clicked to view and found that it was a cute little boy holding a badminton racket.

His expressionless face, combined with Shi Yuqi's deliberately styled baby face, was strangely cute. Lin Xiang quickly recognized himself by his facial features, especially his eyes.

Shoko Toyokawa: "Very well drawn / Thumbs up"

Chang Qisu Shi: "Hehe~ This year's Freshman Cup really needs some souvenirs, so I'm planning to make a keychain. I think it'll look great! I'll give you a sneak peek first~"

Chang Chi Su Shi: "Cheers jpg"

Shoko Toyokawa: "/thumbs up/thumbs up/thumbs up"

"Hey Lao Lin, how can you talk like that?"

Xu Yue's voice drifted softly from the side.

"So how should we talk about it?"

Lin Xiang had already gotten used to Xu Yue's omnipresence.

"Your senior sent so many messages, she's clearly in a good mood, so your three thumbs up is such a downer."

Xu Yue was clearly drunk; he even hiccuped while speaking.

"As her innocent junior, you should support her! Don't you understand the value of emotional support?!"

"That's true."

Lin Xiang seemed to be deep in thought.

Although Xu Yue is unlikely to utter a single meaningful word, he can occasionally spout a couple of philosophical remarks, especially when he's drunk.

At least the suggestion sounds reasonable.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Xiang withdrew the three thumbs-up emojis, added a cheering emoji of his senior, and finally clicked send.

Shoko Toyokawa: "Cheers jpg"

Chang Qisu Shi: "Pfft, why are you suddenly so funny? / Laughing so hard I'm crying like a soybean."

Chang Qisu Shi: "By the way, registration for the Freshman Cup is open now. Please fill out your personal information!"

Chang Qi Su Shi: [Chang Qi Su Shi invites you to fill out a shared document]

Shoko Toyokawa: "OK"

The Freshman Cup is held at the end of October, usually on the first Saturday and Sunday after military training ends. Most schools in South China start military training after National Day, and Xiangda University is no exception.

"Brothers, we have a reply regarding the second gang."

Zhao Hao, who was not far away, looked up.

"The club president said we could meet and chat during lunch tomorrow. But she already has someone in mind, and we need to confirm that student's interest before it's our turn."

If he doesn't go, all four of us will be selected; if he does go, we'll probably only have three selected. We'll just have to play it by ear!

"It's okay, we can kick Xu Yue out."

"What? Old Lin, what do you mean?! What kicked me again?!"

"Haha, Lin Xiang can joke now, not bad, not bad!"

Lin Xiang smiled gently and lay down on the bed.

In reality, if something unexpected happens, it's him who will withdraw. Anyway, he has his senior's help, so he'll always have somewhere to go.

Um... Senior?

Lin Xiang seemed to be lost in thought, realizing that he was thinking about her more and more frequently.

However, they are like-minded good friends, which seems normal.

Having sorted out the logic, Lin Xiang nodded to himself and closed his eyes in relief.

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"..."

In the hallway outside the dormitory, Jin Xin looked at his private chat with his editor on QQ, hesitant to speak.

Ya Bao: "These last two chapters have been getting a great response! The operations team says there's been a lot of new readers coming in, and they're planning to give you a special recommendation!"

Ya Bao: "This is a good momentum, keep it up!"

Ya Bao: "You've been cramming a lot of material lately, haven't you? I just glanced at it twice and felt like I was right there in the game; it's like it was written based on a real match. Yeah, hard work pays off, keep it up!"

Jin Xin silently gazed at the sky.

Is it possible that he wrote it based on the actual game?

So... should we still go?

Jin Xin was in a bit of a dilemma. He almost got caught by his senior today, but luckily he was using night mode and had the font size set to the smallest.

If you walk by the river often, who can avoid getting their shoes wet?

If you don't court death, you won't die...

but.

Looking at the explosive data in the author's backend, Jin Xin gritted his teeth and decided to be ruthless with himself.

I've become a club model! No way, I'm a model!

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