Financial freedom starts with the pursuit of a cool female doctor

Chapter 162 Forming a Team for Life
"Hey Zhao, what happened to that kid who said he couldn't play badminton at all? How come those two freshmen got beaten so easily?"

"Holy crap, even we juniors wouldn't dare say we could easily shut out those two. We almost lost once before."

Ultimately, only a minority of people will express their amazement and astonishment.

Among that group of referees, most of them, like Zhao Dahai, were staring blankly at the score on the field, lost in thought.

Eleven to zero.

The difference in skill level in this match was so great that it could not be described as "evenly matched" or even "vastly different in strength".

It's like a two-meter-tall adult playing basketball with a toddler who's still learning to walk—it's pure bullying.

Those two freshmen members hardly ever touched the ball, except when serving.

Because of her great strength, Zhuo Tong hit the shuttlecock quickly and accurately, and the racket made a heavy and loud sound as it hit the shuttlecock.

Many times, before you even realize it, the ball has already bounced twice and then lay quietly on the ground.

Because they didn't want to spoil the gaming experience for the students who came to participate, the badminton club didn't allow members who were proficient in badminton to participate.

Most of them were badminton enthusiasts or freshmen who had just started playing badminton.

The two first-year students who were Zhuo Tong and Han Qi's opponents in this match were the strongest players the badminton team had sent out, capable of controlling the difficulty of the game.

The score was so outrageous that players and referees from other matches couldn't help but temporarily put down their games and watch.

"Eleven points are already gone? That's too fast! Our game is so close, we haven't even finished eight points yet."

"Look at their clothes, aren't they from the badminton team? How come they got crushed by a student who wasn't from the badminton team?"

"Keep your voice down, don't they have any pride? Keep playing."

Zhuo Tong glanced around. The matches in each venue were still going on fiercely, and some of the leading teams hadn't even scored six points yet.

So he patted Han Qi on the shoulder:

"Sit down and rest for a while. It'll be a while before the others finish."

Han Qi was unusually silent, only managing a muffled "Mm".

The two casually found a bench against the wall outside the venue and sat down. Han Qi clenched his fists with his fingers interlaced and didn't say a word.

Zhuo Tong stared straight ahead, seemingly looking nowhere in the distance.

Before him stood a screen of light visible only to him, on which were written:

[This sport: Badminton, 6 points earned]

"The scoring for these competitive events is based on a combination of the number of matches and the duration of the matches, which is quite humane."

"Originally, we were 23 points away from 1000 points. An 11-0 score would be 6 points, so we only needed three more games to reach that number."

Zhuo Tong had already planned ahead before attending the badminton club's anniversary celebration.

Therefore, I only did one hour of aerobic training this morning, just in time for the event to start.

How many matches are there in the entire competition?

Zhuo Tong turned to look at Han Qi.

As he asked the question, he casually took out a bottle of iced cola from under the bench—a bottle that the badminton club had just brought out of the freezer—and pressed it against Han Qi's slightly reddened face.

Whether it was the 11-0 victory just now, or the previous two rounds of activities, the intensity of the exercise was not high at all, so you wouldn't sweat too much from the exercise.

The redness on my face and the rise in body temperature are simply because the sun was strong enough today.

This bottle of ice-cold cola is perfect for cooling down. "The tournament isn't very long. It's a knockout tournament with sixteen teams, and half the teams are eliminated each time. Even with the finals, there are only four matches in total."

"That's perfect."

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing, I'm just happy to be able to play all four games with my good buddy."

Han Qi, who had been feeling a bit down, burst out laughing when he heard Zhuo Tong's words, and then put his right arm around Zhuo Tong's shoulder:

"Yes! These four games are just like four years of college life. A quarter of them have passed in the blink of an eye. We should cherish the rest even more."

"It's slightly different."

"Hmm? How do you say that?"

Zhuo Tong smiled and reached out to take her left hand in his:
"University days are gone and can never be recovered, but if you're willing, I can play badminton with you for the rest of my life."

Han Qi was stunned by his sudden words and stood there speechless. Zhuo Tong then added:
"Didn't you just say you wanted to be my best buddy for life? What's wrong with best buddies playing badminton together?"

She then came to her senses and quickly nodded:

"Yes, we're going to play badminton for the rest of our lives. We'll keep our word. Only a dog would lie."

"keep your word."

The two acted like children, their little fingers intertwined and their thumbs pressed together, only lacking that classic promise:
Pinky promise, a hundred years, no turning back.

Looking at the two people who were even more ambiguous than before, Zhao Dahai's heart, which was already broken, felt as if it had been repeatedly and brutally crushed by a hydraulic press, turning into a crisp pancake.

With just a gentle snap, it will crumble into countless pieces.

"At first, Zhuo Tong took the initiative to pull Han Qi into his arms, and she not only did not resist, but also looked excited."

"Now Han Qi, his junior, is putting her arm around his shoulder and playing the pinky promise game? Is there no justice? Is there no law?!"

Even Zhao Dahai, a rich second-generation who never admits defeat, understood that he had no chance of winning, no matter how frustrated he felt.

Pursuing girls is never just about who has more money; otherwise, people without money wouldn't bother with blind dates and could just wait to grow old alone.

The real key is to cater to their preferences, just like Zhuo Tong did.

Han Qi enjoys playing badminton and working out, and has a carefree personality.

Zhuo Tong not only shared the same interests as her, but even did them better than many others, which drew Han Qi's attention and admiration.

As for those who say that being rich and handsome is all it takes to get a girl, it just shows that those girls only like money or looks, which is essentially a matter of personal preference.

Zhao Dahai shook his head, unwilling to look at the two of them again.

If you, like those other third-year referees, keep watching with resentment, you'll only add to your worries.

"Brother Zhao, where are you going?"

"I suddenly remembered that I have an assignment due tomorrow, and I haven't done any of it yet, so I'll go back first. Anyway, we won't need that many referees later."

So Zhao Dahai first spoke to the minister, and then chose to leave quietly.

There's no point in staying here any longer. From the moment he questioned Zhuo Tong's badminton skills in front of Han Qi, it was already a complete joke.

Not to mention, he also assured the other third-year students that Zhuo Tong would hold Han Qi back.

(End of this chapter)