"Alright then," Qin Jin, who didn't often play badminton, felt as if Xue Lingqing bore a grudge against him with an especially fierce offensive. He lost several games in a row and had to admit, "Professors really are different, too impressive."
Xue Lingqing was in a noticeably better mood after beating Qin Jin, "You're not bad yourself, quite strong."
When receiving the shuttlecock, it numbed his hand; he was surprised that Li Qiao, a delicate and fragile girl, could actually manage to return it.
Li Qiao got excited, "Professor Xue, let me have a match with you."
Xue Lingqing thought to himself that he feared her losing. He agreed, planning to go easy on her to let her have some fun as a compensation for the troubles she faced at his mother's the day before. But when the match began, he had to take her on seriously. Before long, he was the one defeated.
"You play really well," he said. How could there be such an outstanding girl?
