69. Good Show-off“This kid is really serious now!”
That means he should be getting a bit too into it.
Those who show off cannot control themselves, so the more into it, the better!
Wen Han squinted her eyes. To her, as a witch, the speed of the shuttlecock felt like it had slowed down several times.
She moved quickly and suddenly executed a side shot.
Smack!
A crisp sound echoed, and under the influence of Wen Han’s magical power, the shuttlecock soared through the air like a bullet.
“What?!”
Zhao Meng Sheng was shocked.
He never expected that Wen Han, a beginner, could actually return his shot, and with such skill!
He couldn’t afford to lose again!
Before he could say it was because he wasn’t trying hard enough, if he lost again… where would he put his face?
Determination flared in his eyes as he jumped forward fiercely, catching Wen Han’s shot with a resounding smack.
“Hmm?”
The moment he caught it, Zhao Meng Sheng was taken aback.
The power of that shot was nearly on par with a full-force hit from a normal guy!
Caught off guard, he suddenly felt his wrist twist, and in the next second, the racket flew from his hand.
Smack!
He dumbly fell to the ground.
“I…?”
“Are you okay?” Wen Han looked over with concern, “Did you get hurt?”
“…I’m fine!” He felt his face heat up immediately.
Zhao Meng Sheng got up, confused yet unwilling to admit his mistake as he picked up the racket.
He must have been careless!
He didn’t expect Wen Han to have such strength in her small frame… Hmph! Looks like I’ll have to use my real strength now.
“You… have quite the talent,” he said with a faint smile, “I’ll have to take it a bit more seriously from now on.”
“Ah?” Wen Han pouted, “What should I do if I can’t beat you?”
“Don’t worry.” Zhao Meng Sheng smiled slightly, “It’s just a bit of an increase in intensity.”
Smack!
As soon as he finished speaking, he struck with all his might, seeking to defeat Wen Han instantly.
“Eh?”
On the other side, Wen Han immediately noticed that Zhao Meng Sheng’s shot speed had increased several times.
This guy does have some skill; after all, he’s been training for years, while she had no foundation at all.
Wen Han didn’t dare to be careless, rushing forward to barely catch his return shot.
“Right side!” Zhao Meng Sheng forced a smile, leaping gracefully as he hit the ball to the right.
Show-off!
Does he really think he’s a coach? Telling me where to hit to prove how strong he is?
Wen Han scoffed coldly, quickly stepping aside, sending the shuttlecock flying back in an instant.
Zhao Meng Sheng was stunned.
He never imagined Wen Han would be this formidable!
He had already used all his strength, appearing calm on the surface, but she…
An increasing fear welled up inside him, worrying that if Wen Han “really learned” and ended up beating him, he would lose face entirely.
Recalling his aunt’s earlier boasting, he gritted his teeth, feeling a flush of embarrassment.
“It must be a win!”
Swish—!
Charging across the middle line, Zhao Meng Sheng faked a move and hit the shuttlecock to the right.
But the fake move was far too slow in Wen Han’s eyes.
In an instant, she jumped to the right, caught the shuttlecock, and as she was about to swing, dashed back to the center line to execute a powerful downward strike.
Swish—bang!
A rushing blast of air passed by while Zhao Meng Sheng’s eyes widened in shock.
He stared dumbfounded at the shuttlecock that landed, shaking his head slightly.
“Meng Sheng.” Wen Han called out to him, “Don’t go easy on me; that’s no fun. I want to see the true strength of someone like you!”
Zhao Meng Sheng awkwardly turned his head, “Um… I’m afraid I might hurt you.”
“That’s fine!” Wen Han shook her head, “I know you have been letting me win! But you must be very strong; I really want to see your power!”
Saying this, she revealed an eager and excited gaze.
Zhao Meng Sheng hurriedly glanced around, feeling flustered. He coughed awkwardly.
Am I out of touch from being abroad too long?
Or have those foreign girls drained my strength?
I wanted to show off but ended up in such an embarrassing position.
Zhao Meng Sheng found himself in a dilemma, and after a moment, finally clenched his fists: “Alright!”
He raised his head: “Since you’re so eager… then I won’t hold back.”
A murderous intent began to ignite in his eyes, his body tense, ready to strike.
If I don’t put in effort now, I might end up embarrassing myself in front of a woman!
Wen Han simply smiled and remained silent, watching him closely.
“Watch closely.” Zhao Meng Sheng took a deep breath, “Here I come!”
Smack—swish!
The speed of his racket suddenly increased severalfold, and Zhao Meng Sheng had clearly let loose completely.
Wen Han also immediately felt that his shots were much faster and unexpectedly hard to read.
She dashed forward but, restricted from using magic in front of ordinary people, was a split second slow.
Smack!
The shuttlecock hit the ground as Zhao Meng Sheng was rejuvenated: “Wow! I haven’t played in so long; I feel like I’m not as good as before.”
What a show-off!
Wen Han picked up the shuttlecock and shot a disgruntled glance at Zhao Meng Sheng, who was showing off.
You little brat, do you really think you can stunt in front of me?
Don’t forget, while you don’t have it, I do!
Just as Wen Han was about to make her move, a sudden voice startled her.
“Wen Han.” A figure in gray sportswear jogged over.
Wen Han instantly reacted: “Huh? You’re here too?”
She looked up in surprise, and Lin Wu Ju also stopped in his tracks: “Long time no see.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his voice: “Don’t use magic in front of ordinary people. Do you know you almost violated a taboo in the magic world just now?”
Wen Han frowned: “When did I use magic?”
“The speed of your shots and running far exceeds the limits of your ordinary body.” Lin Wu Ju and Wen Han appeared to be old friends reuniting, but their words painted a different picture, “Anyone paying attention could easily notice something’s off.”
“This kid is too into it; he won’t notice.” Wen Han dismissed him.
“But if I didn’t come over, I was afraid you would hit him so hard that his organs would burst out.” Lin Wu Ju shook his head, “Remember, never expose yourself.”
“When did those from the Recycling Station become so law-abiding?” Wen Han sneered.
But since Lin Wu Ju specifically came to say this, it seemed serious.
Gaining new insight into the magic world, she could only nod: “I understand. I’ll play normally with him.”
“Normally? You can’t win against him.” Lin Wu Ju interjected firmly, “There is always a difference between male and female physiques, and Zhao Meng Sheng used to be a semi-professional badminton player. You…”
“Wen Han—!” Just then, Zhao Meng Sheng shouted.
Lin Wu Ju and Wen Han turned around at once; they only saw him warily glance at Lin Wu Ju: “Who is this…?”
“Hello.” Lin Wu Ju slowly approached, “I’m a friend of Wen Han.”
“Friend?!” The word immediately put Zhao Meng Sheng on guard as he looked Lin Wu Ju up and down.
After a moment of silence, Zhao Meng Sheng smiled faintly: “May I ask your name?”
“Lin Wu Ju.”
“Zhao Meng Sheng.” The two introduced themselves, and Zhao Meng Sheng continued, “Mr. Lin, are you also here to exercise at the Sports Park?”
“I have a habit of running.” Lin Wu Ju nodded with an ever-present smile, “Mr. Zhao, your badminton skills seem quite good.”
“Not bad.”
Zhao Meng Sheng’s eyes turned, and he suddenly had a better idea.
If he beat Wen Han, it wouldn’t feel like a fair win; if he lost, it would be even more embarrassing.
But if he defeated another man, wouldn’t that make him look even more impressive?
In front of females, males instinctively want to outperform other males to demonstrate their strength and capability to protect their potential mates.
He grinned widely: “Mr. Lin, how about we have a match?”
