Financial freedom starts with the pursuit of a cool female doctor

Chapter 163 Your Boyfriend?

After the other teams finished their first round of the 16-to-8 elimination matches, Zhuo Tong led Han Qi to the competition venue at a leisurely pace.

After figuring out the strength of the two major members from earlier, and combining that with the comments from the onlookers, Zhuo Tong roughly understood the average level of all the contestants present.

Since a suitable unit of measurement could not be found, Hanqi could only be used as a comparison:
I feel he's not as good as Han Qi... in terms of skill.

Therefore, the next two semi-final matches, the quarter-finals and the quarter-finals, were both exactly 11-0, with no suspense or pressure.

Even in the quarterfinals, when Zhuo Tong faced two girls who were just amateurs, the speed of the ball was so fast that he almost cried.

He spent a lot of time comforting the girl, almost longer than the entire game itself.

Otherwise, reaching the finals would have given us a few more minutes of extra time.

"call--"

Han Qi let out a long breath, his expression full of comfort and relaxation.

Zhuo Tong slung the racket over his shoulder and asked jokingly:
"Are you ready? The finals are just around the corner, and you're only one step away from the medal you want most."

"Dude, whether we win a medal or not is up to you. In the first three matches, I didn't even get a chance to play except for serving."

"You should have said you had this skill earlier! I was so serious at first, thinking you were going to cover for our team..."

Now, whenever Han Qi thinks about how he confidently promised Zhuo Tong that he would show him his strength, his face turns as red with embarrassment.

It's like when you're playing a game, the AD carry just got a kill in lane and shouts in the public chat, "I'm going to carry this game!" while the mid laner is already on a killing spree.

Who wouldn't feel awkward if they came?

"How embarrassing! I'm glad I didn't choose to be your opponent, otherwise I'm afraid my Dao heart would be shattered, and I wouldn't even be able to show my strength."

"You're wrong. Strength doesn't necessarily have to be shown; it can also be demonstrated through comparison."

Zhuo Tong pointed to the group of third-year students acting as referees around him:

"The reason they can't participate is because they're too strong, and we're afraid it will affect the normal competition."

"And you weren't even a referee at the beginning, you could only be the host, wasn't that because you were stronger than them?"

This kind of praise, presented in a contrasting way, made Han Qi extremely happy:

"Really? You know my strength without me even making a move?"

"Of course, you're definitely the strongest in the badminton club, aren't you?"

Han Qi's lips were practically curled to the sky, his expression still trying to appear calm and serious, but his tone was already on the verge of breaking down:
"You have good taste. I won't hold what happened after we drank last time."

"Hmm? What's going on?"

Han Qi realized he had let something slip and quickly waved his hand in denial:

"It's nothing, it's nothing. Let's get started on the competition. I can't wait to win the championship."

"Then let's finish this quickly?"

"Without a doubt."

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

"Yay, we got it!"

Han Qi smiled broadly, holding her racket in her hand, and jumped up happily, her fluffy mullet-shaped short hair bobbing with each jump.

Then she jumped onto Zhuo Tong's back, hugged his neck, and cheered:

"we are the champion!"

Fearing that she might fall if he didn't hold her firmly, Zhuo Tong could only support her strong, plump thighs with both hands and carry her around the badminton hall to celebrate.

Her heart was filled with excitement

Their final opponent sighed, but his face was full of admiration:
"As expected, with our level, we still can't win the championship." "Don't take it to heart. After all, our opponents are those two. Reaching the finals actually proves that we are better than most people."

"Right."

Truly outstanding players are like them; they don't feel hatred or resentment because of their opponents' victories, nor do they give up on themselves because of their defeats.

"Both of you."

At this point, Han Qi had completely exhausted the excitement and elation of winning the championship and gradually returned to calm.

So she approached with a gentle smile, clapping her hands as she did so:
"She should be a sophomore, if I remember correctly."

"Yes, I'm from the International Trade Department, and she's from the Economics Department."

"Isn't this a coincidence?"

Han Qi's eyes lit up, and he took the hands of the two senior students in his own:
"I'm an accounting major, and I just switched from the finance major this semester. In a sense, these two senior students are my predecessors!"

Seeing Han Qi's enthusiastic demeanor, the two second-year senior students were infected by her enthusiasm, and the last bit of frustration and disappointment in their hearts was swept away.

"You two senior students have such amazing and professional badminton skills! Did you have any systematic training before?"

Han Qi, who enjoys being praised, is equally generous with her own compliments.

Seeing that Han Qi thought so highly of them, the two senior students waved their hands repeatedly in denial:

"No, I just took some hobby classes before, nothing professional."

"Yeah, even if we've studied, we still can't beat the two of you."

Han Qi chuckled sheepishly and scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed.

He barely played a part throughout the entire match; it was Zhuo Tong who was essentially playing against two opponents, so he just coasted on to win the championship.

"Hey seniors, would you be interested in joining our badminton club and playing together?"

"No problem. It just so happens that we have different majors and different class times, so sometimes we can't find someone to play ball with."

The three chatted for a while longer, and with Han Qi's encouragement and recommendation, they successfully recruited two second-year female students into the badminton club.

The badminton club is a student club, unlike the student council or similar organizations, so there are no requirements or restrictions based on grade level.

Therefore, it's not surprising that sophomores joined in.

"By the way, junior, your boyfriend is really good at badminton! Isn't he a member of your badminton club?"

"Huh? What boyfriend?"

Han Qi looked somewhat dazed and puzzled as he gazed at the two senior students.

"That guy who just teamed up with you, he's tall and handsome, what's his major?"

"Could you please ask him if he has any brothers or friends who are similar in appearance to him? Even if they are slightly different, it's fine. I'm not too picky."

The two senior students were probably feeling lonely and isolated during their two years at university, so they were quite excited.

Even though she lowered her voice, Zhuo Tong next to her could still hear everything clearly.

Han Qi panicked instantly, waving his hands frantically, his expression flustered:

"Seniors, you've got it wrong. That's not my boyfriend! His name is Zhuo Tong, and he's my good buddy."

The female students nodded, giving them a "I understand" look:

"Could it be his male best friend?"

"Not really..."

Han Qi didn't know how to explain it for a moment, so he pulled Zhuo Tong over and explained:
"He is not a student at our school."

(End of this chapter)