Fortunately, I Met You

Lu Chenzhou ignored Baldy and instead handed him a tennis racket. “Let’s play.”

Baldy waved the racket around with a dead-tired expression. “Are you sure? If you’re already this tired, then I’ll win even if I don’t do anything!”

Lu Chenzhou chuckled.

Baldy quickly found that he was wrong; their scores proved that, despite how weary Lu Chenzhou appeared, he insisted on winning, and he also had the ability to do so.

His tennis was particularly sharp today. After just two rounds, Baldy felt even more tired than Lu Chenzhou seemed.

At that point, he had also collapsed onto the ground. “Stop, stop, stop. I’m done.” Baldy tried to stop the game halfway, but his protests were useless, as tennis balls continued to fly at him like miniature cannonballs. If he didn’t want to end up battered and bruised like Lu Chenzhou was, then he’d have to give it his all.

When their game finally...