"Club President, that's it, grip the racket tight!"
"Yes, slightly lean forward, keep your lower body stable, you're very clever, mastering it the moment you learn, truly worthy of being the Club President. You do indeed have a lot of potential!"
"Mmm! Are you enjoying yourself?"
"Of course, I'm having a blast! Club President, I'm gonna attack now, are you ready?"
"Okay, come on!"
Bang!
With a loud noise, Gary Smith swung his racket forcefully, sending the badminton whirling to form a residual image, sweeping over the net.
Across game field, Dream of the Crimson Moon also changed into a pale pink sportswear and shorts, with white sports shoes and white calf socks enhancing her figure. Her attitude was as calm as still water, only...
Bang!
Her eyes, like rubies, were riveted onto the shuttlecock. She leaned forward, her silver hair flying, and swung back fiercely, returning the shot.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
