Dressed as a Man, I Became Tycoon’s Sweetheart

Chapter 150: Chapter 150: A Finishing Blow

“But he really surprised me, not only is his acting nothing like what the rumors suggest, but his reputation also differs from what I’ve heard. I thought everyone in the industry was resisting him, but now it seems that’s not the case, is it?

Take that Zhang Hao over there. He’s not very famous, and he’s infamous in the industry for his bad temper. He acts all high and mighty because his family has some money, and he never takes small-time actors seriously. And now he’s actually playing tennis with Ye Xian, of all people. How strange, isn’t it? To get along so harmoniously with someone like that, what do you think it means?”

On the tennis court, the rampantly exuberant Zhang Hao, as if injected with chicken blood, swung his racket harder with each hit.

A drive at first, diminishing after the second, and exhausted by the third.

Seeing Ye Xian’s performance deteriorating, Zhang Hao certainly wanted to press on with his victory, aiming for a swift conclusion! He absolutely didn’t leave any room for a counterattack! Not that he could counterattack anyway.

But just as he swung his final shot with overconfidence, across the net, the ‘downcast’ young man’s lips suddenly curved into a smirk.

Finally found the angle.

The tennis ball spun rapidly in the air, Ye Xian picked up the racket, leapt into the air, her arms slightly retracted, her shoulder blades like the wings of a beautifully elegant bird, converging in an elegant and fluid manner.

She held the racket backhand, delivering a killer shot with a swift advance to the net, her movements crisp and dashing.

All the assistant spectators were dumbfounded.

This was a highly risky and difficult play, especially when the speed of the tennis ball was already extremely fast after successive accelerations.

If one failed to find the optimal angle and confronted its force head-on, even the strongest person’s racket might be knocked to the ground.

But the angle Ye Xian found was just right, perfectly as if calculated with precision.

Zhang Hao could never have expected that the young man who had just barely managed to return his balls would suddenly erupt like an extremely professional tennis player. Not only did she use one of the most difficult tennis techniques, the wrist-snap volley, her move was so fast that he couldn’t even clearly see where the ball landed or what the angle was.

As he frantically searched for the ball with wide eyes, the tennis ball, having reached a certain velocity, slammed into his face with a cunning and strong force, striking with pinpoint accuracy.

“Ah—”

In an instant, Zhang Hao let go of his racket in pain and screamed while clutching his face.

Several assistants were stunned, and after snapping out of it, they rushed over in panic, “Brother Hao, are you alright?” “Brother Hao, what happened to you?” “Brother Hao, Brother Hao!”

“It means Ye Xian really has a good personality…”

Shangguan Yunli’s words came to an abrupt halt.

Bo Tingshen watched as the young man, who held the racket reversely, stood firmly on the grass, a reversal of his previous frail appearance. He lightly brushed his bangs away from his forehead and whistled nonchalantly towards the other side of the net, his deep-set pupils narrowing unconsciously.

“Brother Hao, are you okay?”

Ye Xian, looking triumphant, tossed aside her racket, leaned on the net grinning, and looked at Zhang Hao who was lying on the ground, “Yo, hurt yourself, huh? Saucy! I just swung casually, I didn’t expect you’d catch it with your face. How novel is that?”

These days, you have to perform even during a tennis match; it’s too hard for her.

Zhang Hao, this brute who only knew brute force, really thought she couldn’t handle his balls? If she wanted to play, she would have beaten him within three rounds. But she didn’t just want to play, she wanted to hit the ball precisely on his face, even more precisely, on his mouth. That’s why she delayed, calculating the angle for so long.