"Not hungry." Qin Yin flashed a smile at Nan Sichen, then looked at the ball she hit out and said with a grin, "That one, I hit it out, right?"
"Hmm." Nan Sichen nodded slightly, noticing the fine sweat on her forehead, and gently wiped it away for her. Seeing the gleam in Qin Yin's eyes, she said happily, "Does that mean I've made progress?"
"Yes, a lot of progress." Nan Sichen did not skimp on his praise for Qin Yin, who cheerfully said, "Then let's keep playing."
She continued swinging her racket.
Just now, the startled beauty called out softly, "Nan Shao~"
Qin Yin turned back, looked at her with disdain, and said, "Stand back, the racket doesn't have eyes."
The beauty immediately stepped back several paces, her face drained of color.
Qin Yin made another swing, and this one seemed to have the right feel, sending the ball out—even though it wasn't as precise as how Nan Sichen had hit, it was still quite good for a beginner.
Nan Sichen lightly clapped his hands, "Not bad."
