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Chapter 161 Guaranteed to Win!
"Brother Zhao, that kid went too far! How dare he just lay a hand on me like that!"

"Holy crap, I've never even held a girl's hand in my entire life, let alone Han Qi's hand."

"Hey, what do you guys think Han Qi's hands feel like to touch? Are they fragrant and soft? I've seen online that girls' sweat smells sweet."

Several second- and third-year students, who also served as referees, surrounded Zhao Dahai, whispering among themselves, and the conversation drifted further and further off-topic.

The group of Xiao Chunan quickly moved on to even more obscure topics, but Zhao Dahai didn't listen to a word they said.

There was no way around it; the scene of Zhuo Tong holding Han Qi in his arms and whispering sweet nothings looked far too ambiguous.

Anyone who didn't know better would think they were a couple who frequented the grove on campus every day.

"Stop talking nonsense. If we don't do something about it, they'll start eating right in front of us."

Zhao Dahai let out a deep roar, and only then did everyone react:

"Brother Zhao, what should we do? We don't know that kid either, but she and Han Qi seem to be very close."

Several people were getting anxious; they, like the badminton club president, secretly harbored feelings for Han Qi.

However, fearing rejection, he never confessed his feelings or tried to get closer to her.

However, suddenly, a guy appeared out of nowhere, looking like a blond-haired kid, and was snatched away by the goddess.

Who can bear this.

"Just bear with it. If he keeps hugging Han Qi, we'll... we'll..."

"What do you mean, Brother Zhao?"

“We’ll disqualify that kid from winning. Even if they get first place, the prize will only go to Han Qi.”

"I agree."

"I agree too."

Seeing Han Qi smiling sweetly in Zhuo Tong's arms, Zhao Dahai was so anxious he almost bit his lip until it bled.

"three……"

"two……"

"one……"

Before the word "zero" could even be uttered, Zhuo Tong released Han Qi, stepped behind her, placed his hands on her shoulders, and pushed her to the front of the field.

"Leave the backcourt to me with confidence. Give me a chance to show off my skills in front of my good buddies."

"Okay, I'll handle the serving and net play. But if you need any rotations, remember to let me know."

"no problem."

Zhuo Tong gripped his racket, confirmed that Han Qi was positioned on the front service line, and then walked to the backcourt area he was responsible for.

He let out a soft breath, gradually relaxing his body, leaning forward, lowering his center of gravity, and keeping his eyes fixed on his opponent.

Watching Zhuo Tong's retreating figure, Zhao Dahai scoffed.

"He clearly hasn't played badminton much, but he's acting all serious, like he really thinks he's a badminton expert."

"What do you mean, Brother Zhao? That kid can't play badminton?"

Zhao Dahai shook his head, not optimistic about Zhuo Tong:
"He's just a muscle-bound guy. Look at his arms. He goes to the gym to lift weights every day. All he has is strength."

"Moreover, he just admitted himself that he hasn't played badminton in a long time and hasn't learned how to play it."

"Even if we team up with Han Qi, it will be a little difficult to beat the two members on the other side."

"Hiss... So, Brother Zhao thinks the score will be very close?"

"Well, with Han Qi here, winning shouldn't be a problem. After all, we've all seen her strength."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement. Back then, Han Qi had just entered university and soon decided to join the badminton club.

At first, no one took her too seriously. After all, there are quite a few girls who like playing badminton, and 30% of the members in the badminton club are girls.

But soon, Han Qi, who was new to the game but had a strong desire to win, defeated all the members of the badminton club one by one, starting with the freshmen in his year.

Only then did everyone truly realize just how terrifying this girl's strength was.

However, no matter how strong an individual is, their strength is ultimately limited, since this is a doubles match.

If the other person is relatively weak, they will become the team's weakness and the target of the opponent's attack.

This gap becomes even more pronounced when the opponent is also quite strong.

It's like asking Lin Dan to lead an elementary school student to fight two Lee Chong Weis – it's a bit difficult.

"I have a feeling we might lose. After all, that kid stole Han Qi's spotlight. Maybe he wanted to show off and be tough in front of her?"

"That's terrible. What if Han Qi loses? She's been eyeing that custom-made medal and the special prize for winning all three matches."

"Sigh... What a pity. If only I were her teammate. As long as I don't make mistakes and drag her down, I can easily win the championship."

"Dream on. Someone like you wouldn't even be a teammate. I'd be the one to go first."

"If they really lose, Han Qi will be so pitiful. That kid is really..."

"11-0! Match over! Team 8 wins!"

The referee, who was overseeing the match at the net, blew his whistle and raised his flag, announcing the victory of Zhuo Tong and Han Qi's team.

His expression was somewhat somber. Despite the air-conditioned venue, his forehead was covered in sweat, and his hand holding the flag was trembling.

I couldn't help but think:

"Those two couldn't even score a single point? And that's with Han Qi not even taking a single shot, except for serving..."

"This is utter stomp on noobs! This is complete stomp on noobs!"

On the court, the two first-year players stared blankly, their beloved rackets slipping from their hands and crashing heavily to the ground without any reaction.

Although they are not professionals, they are not at the level of ordinary badminton enthusiasts either; they have been playing for five or six years.

But this person who wasn't a member of the badminton club couldn't get a single point?
I can't help but wonder if all the ball skills I've learned have gone to dogs.

Zhuo Tong weighed the racket in his hand, his expression still showing a hint of unfinished business:

"It seems like the games are progressing a bit too quickly. How many matches are there in total leading up to the finals?"

He asked a question, only to find that Han Qi had the same expression as the opposing player, so he waved his hand in front of her eyes:

"Hey, wake up."

Han Qi blinked, then shook his head, and then pinched his face, as if unsure whether he was awake or dreaming.

"Ouch! Dude...you're really good at hitting!"

"I guess so."

"Then give me a heads-up, buddy, have you ever lost?"

"Um……"

Zhuo Tong scratched his head and thought for a moment:
"When I was a child, I lost to my sister the first time I played badminton. Also, when I was a salesperson, I deliberately lost to customers a few times."

"That's about it."

To be honest, Zhuo Tong himself is also a very competitive person.

I only want to win, I don't want to be a loser.

(End of this chapter)