The more skilled boys finished a few matches, leaving the stage to the absolute beginners.
Fu Ying held her racket in her left hand and waited for her opponent to serve. Her opponent genuinely had no clue what he was doing—his grip and posture were all wrong. He stood stiffly as he tried to serve, only for the ball to drop straight down or fall pitifully short. The mere setup took an age.
Fu Ying had been waiting with rapt attention, and the sight almost made her deflate. The ball finally drifted across, but it was so short she didn't even bother trying to hit it; with a net in the way, it wouldn't even have cleared it. She simply walked over, picked up the ball, and prepared to serve.
Chapter 156