"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
Surrounded by a tall chain-link fence, the tennis court echoed with rhythmic sounds, much like beating a drum.
Dubian Che sat cross-legged on the ground, toying with his somewhat chipped tennis racket as if he were Uchiha Madara manipulating a fan.
Following his gaze, one could see Kiyono Lin hitting balls against the wall, skillfully chasing the rebounds and then sending them back.
The green tennis ball hit different spots each time, but they were all the places Kiyono Lin aimed for in her mind.
Her tennis skills were very exquisite—it didn't matter, Dubian Che's eyes never left the short hemline of her skirt.
Kiyono Lin moved with grace and agility, her posture as nimble as a musician's fingers when playing an instrument, like a sprite dancing in the forest, or like a dancer waltzing in a ballroom—until her strength was spent.
The squeal of her tennis shoes scraping against the ground went "zzzt! zzzt!".
