"Alright."
Ye Xian looked at Jiang Wanze again.
Jiang Wanze: "I'll play with you."
"Wait!" Ye Xian looked at his tightly bandaged right hand, "Can you play with your left hand?"
Jiang Wanze was stunned for a moment, obviously not.
"Forget it, your hand is not suitable for playing tennis right now."
Cary was the only one left. Before Ye Xian could look at him, Cary angrily turned his head away, looking like he didn't want to pay attention to her at all.
Ye Xian: "Cary, do you know how to play tennis?"
Cary: "Duh, I got the seventeenth place in the city-level tennis competition in third grade!"
Ye Xian: "..." Amazing, you remember it even longer than the first place.
"So, let's play together?"
Cary: "I won't!"
"..." Ye Xian saw him acting like a pouting elementary school kid and thought he wanted to play basketball instead of tennis, so she remained silent and prepared to choose another sport that could be played solo.
