Love is as simple as badminton.

Chapter 45 He liked anything given to him by his senior.

"21:3."

The volunteer who entered the information in the backend nodded leisurely.

As a student of the School of Physics, he had some understanding of the contestants from the School of Physics.

Although Wang Yang hasn't had systematic training for many years, he did manage to reach the second level of national competition, and with his recent return to training, he's in excellent form.

It's really not easy for an average enthusiast to score three points against him.

Wait a minute...

"Huh? 21:3?"

The volunteer was stunned for a moment, then realized that Wang Yang was the one in number 3.

Is this score correct?

Even if Wang Yang loses, with his strength, he shouldn't only get three points, right?

Are you sure there wasn't a missing 1 before the 3?

During the break, he couldn't help but tag the referee in the work group to ask if he had made a mistake in recording the score.

Before the referee could even speak, several linesmen eagerly sent messages.

"No mistake! I was there watching the show! It really was 21:3!"

"Wang Yang is unstoppable on both offense and defense; it's utterly hopeless..."

"This isn't a competition, it's a total massacre!"

"Oh my god."

The physics volunteer, trembling, closed the group chat and pressed the confirm button after the score.

Looking at the subsequent draw forms, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Assuming every contestant from the Physics Department advances, then every single one of them will have to face Lin Xiang.

This was originally a source of pride for the group, but after watching this game, things are a bit hard to say.

Will we win?

·

"Oh my god."

The same sentiments were expressed by the instructors in the guest seats.

After a long moment of stunned silence, the instructor in charge of the Physics Department finally broke down, clutching his head with both hands and staring wide-eyed.

"What happened?"

Where is my Wang Yang? Where is my big Wang Yang?

Isn't the Department of Physics a traditionally strong department? Is that correct?

His comrades all looked at Zhao Jie.

Zhao Jie looked a little confused, but then he pointed at the instructor from the Physics Department and burst into laughter.

"The power has been exhausted!"

Your badminton expert only managed to score 3 points against our college's god of war, Lin Xiang!

3 points, Li Meng! You guys truly live up to your reputation as a traditionally strong department!

Instructor Li was so angry at being called "red-hot" that he rolled up his sleeves, ready to have a go at him.

The instructors in the middle had to coax and persuade him to go back. But Zhao Jie wasn't satisfied and kept making faces at him from afar, making the atmosphere on the scene very cheerful.

This scene was silently recorded by Chen Zi, who was carrying a camera.

The instructors' mutual sabotage is a staple of the annual freshman cup, and inserting a segment or two during the editing of the competition is very entertaining.

According to my senior, last year it was the opposite; Zhao Jie was the one who got into trouble and was implicated.

Unexpectedly, fortunes have turned around, and this year the School of Social Sciences produced a rising star, Lin Xiang, who decisively crushed the contestants from traditionally strong schools in the first round.

While enjoying the fun, Chen Zi couldn't help but feel a surge of pride.

Our humble courtyard now has a great master!

·

At the top of the stands, Deng Ziyang and Ling Ye looked down at the arena.

"This liberal arts student is indeed quite capable; no wonder Xiao Shi strongly supports him. However, this only means that he has an advantage over the liberal arts student on the other side."

Deng Ziyang grinned.

"These idiots who only know how to launch mindless attacks may look intimidating, but they're actually quite easy to beat."

Being beaten 21-3 is less a testament to the student's skill and more a reflection of his complete lack of playing ability.

If I were in his shoes, this cultural student wouldn't have been able to defend so comfortably. I would have shown him what a real game is like!

Ling Ye glanced at him but offered no comment.

"The Badminton Association of Hong Kong Polytechnic University sent us an invitation yesterday, hoping to host the 25th Inter-College Friendship League next semester."

Ling Ye's gaze returned to the court. "This time we have five spots."

"Only five? Are you trying to fetch a beggar?"

Deng Ziyang scoffed.

"It's true what they say, a tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs. Once Yu Gao falls behind, one or two of them can't help but stick their necks out."

Five it is! It just so happens that our college league is at the end of this semester, so let the top four colleges participate.

As for the remaining spot, you can decide what to do with it.

After saying this, Deng Ziyang turned and left.

"Won't you watch it for a little while longer?"

Ling Ye asked.

"Nothing much to see! Let's try again next time!"

Deng Ziyang waved from afar.

·

Meanwhile, while almost everyone was focused on Lin Xiang, this rising star of the social studies academy seemed to have gotten lost yet again...

Volunteers saw him leave the stadium and return after a while, which startled the people in the work group.

Captain Zhao Hao, who was in charge of maintaining order at the scene, knew that Lin Xiang was directionally challenged, so he was not surprised. He told everyone else to go about their business and personally led Lin Xiang back to the contestants' waiting area.

That helpless expression made him look like a worried, overwhelmed male mother.

Of course, this little incident is harmless.

As soon as Lin Xiang entered, a deafening roar of welcome greeted him, and several students from the School of Social Sciences who loved watching football surrounded him as if welcoming the return of the Dragon King.

"Lin Xiang, you're amazing!"

"They only let that former second-year national team player get 3 points!"

"Our college is going to take off this year!"

Lin Xiang nodded in response to everyone's enthusiasm.

"Old Lin was really awesome today. Even I at my peak probably couldn't match him."

"Let me tell you something you don't know."

Xu Yue's steady performance drew a burst of laughter.

Lin Xiang greeted his three roommates and then walked through the crowd, soon spotting the senior student wearing a volunteer uniform and a name tag around her neck.

"Well done!" Shi Yuqi extended her fair palm.

"Hmm." Lin Xiang gave a thumbs up.

Both of them were taken aback when they saw each other's actions.

Then Lin Xiang silently spread his thumb and tentatively winked at Shi Yuqi, as if asking: Was this right this time?

"You..."

The girl covered her mouth and laughed so hard she bent over.

Good luck in the upcoming matches!

Then she clapped her hands vigorously.

"I will."

Lin Xiang nodded seriously, "Good luck, senior too."

"Haha, okay!"

"Please wait a moment, senior."

Lin Xiang called out to Shi Yuqi, then magically pulled a drink from his bag and handed it to her.

"This is?"

The girl took the cup in a daze and noticed that hot steam was still escaping from the rim; the drink on the outer paper bag was named "Brown Sugar Ginger and Jujube Tea" and the order time was 8:30—just before Lin Xiang went on the game!

This cup of brown sugar ginger and jujube tea was delivered almost at the same time as his match ended.

"So you weren't lost just now?"

Shi Yuqi opened her mouth.

"The stadium isn't big; a normal person wouldn't get lost."

Lin Xiang replied seriously, "There are just a lot of people, so it's a bit troublesome to walk back after picking it up."

"But how did you know..."

A blush rose on the girl's cheeks.

There was no one else around, but her voice was so faint it was barely audible.

"When we went to the food street before National Day, you said you had a stomachache and couldn't eat cold food. Also, your training performance wasn't very good those two days."

Lin Xiang quietly tightened his golf bag, intending to explain in more detail, when he noticed the girl's lips curving upwards, her eyes sparkling with a gentle, watery light. He had never seen her smile like that before.

"Thank you, junior! I really like it... I really like it."

Shi Yuqi held the paper bag in both hands, placed it on her lower abdomen, and closed her eyes.

Then, as if she had finally made a decision, she nodded slightly: "Um! Junior, I also prepared a gift for you."

Lin Xiang asked curiously, "What gift?"

"Yes... I'll give it to you when you make it to the finals!"

She left after saying those words, her footsteps sounding both disordered and light.

Lin Xiang scratched his head in deep thought.

What kind of wonderful thing is it that's being kept so mysterious?

But it doesn't matter, he likes anything given by his senior.

·

·