Xu Long sat down in the front row of the audience seats, where several boys were sitting. Seeing him sit down, they whispered to him, "Young Master Xu, lost to Xiao Ling again?"
"I really don't know when we will ever beat Xiao Ling once?"
"Xiao Ling's tennis skills are too strong. I'm afraid we might never be able to beat him."
At this point, several boys shook their heads and sighed.
Like Xu Long, these boys ranked among the top ten tennis players in the whole school, but none of them were a match for Xiao Ling.
Xu Long took a bottle of mineral water from his bag, drank a few sips, and then looked at the boys and said in a low voice, "I can't believe how spineless you are. Just because you can't beat Xiao Ling, you're afraid to even get on the court?"
"Young Master Xu, what's the point of going on the court? To get trounced and not win a single game like you? We don't want to embarrass ourselves out there," said a boy dressed in a white Anidis tracksuit with a pout.