I was forced to start the second round because I was raised in poverty

Chapter 329 The Prince of Tennis (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)
the next day.

Su Cheng carefully tidied herself up and went to RK Company with Zhang Yangwen.

He went to Jiang Shuyue to get the car keys; Su Cheng had already messaged her last night asking to borrow her car for a day.

Jiang Shuyue agreed without much thought and readily handed the Lexus car keys to Su Cheng after meeting her.

Jiang Shuyue noticed that Su Cheng wasn't dressed formally but in a white tracksuit, carrying a sports bag, and couldn't help but ask, "President Su, are you taking the day off today?"

"Okay, I'll take leave."

Jiang Shuyue was quite curious about where Su Cheng would go, but she was too embarrassed to ask.

Unexpectedly, Su Cheng took the initiative to explain: "There are some things that need to be taken care of. You and Zhang Yangwen can stay at the company and finish the work from yesterday's meeting."

Since they had already said that, Jiang Shuyue felt embarrassed to ask further: "Okay."

Zhang Yangwen drove Su Cheng to the underground parking lot.

Su Cheng got into the driver's seat and started the car. He rolled down the window and spoke to Zhang Yangwen, who was standing outside the car: "Go back now. I'll send you a message if anything happens."

Zhang Yangwen's legs were shaking: "Brother Cheng, I'm so nervous!"

"Why are you so nervous? When you were gambling, you didn't think about this situation now."

"Don't think about anything right now, just stay at the company and do your job."

Su Cheng rolled up the car window and then slowly stepped on the gas, driving away from the underground parking lot.

Following the navigation, Su Cheng drove to one of the Ma family's estates in Australia.

This is not a colossal structure perched atop a mountain, but rather cleverly hidden at the end of a gently sloping, lushly green street in the old town of Macau.

An unassuming low wall made of dark volcanic rock defines the boundaries of the private space.

The manor's gate is made of heavy solid wood, with a warm luster and fine cracks from the wear and tear of time. Dynamic tracking cameras on the wall move with the Lexus.

The servants at the door stopped the car and asked who Su Cheng was and what business she had.

Before Su Cheng could answer, a man dressed in a suit who looked like a butler walked out from the side door: "Are you President Su?"

"It's me. I've arranged to play ball with Mr. Ma this morning."

The butler gave the gatekeeper a look, and the gatekeeper promptly opened the gate.

"Mr. Su, please leave your car keys here, and I'll have someone park the car for you."

"You can ride in my car later, and I'll take you there by shuttle bus."

"it is good."

Su Cheng didn't turn off the engine; he simply put the car in Park and got out, telling the security guard, "The keys are in the car."

"Ok."

Su Cheng boarded the butler's shuttle car and entered the manor.

Behind the door is a tiny front yard, a buffer zone between the public street and the private home.

By cleverly utilizing high walls, forecourts, and the enclosure of buildings, the bustling city life of Macau is gently kept out.

The ground is covered with pebbles arranged in simple wave patterns or radial designs, worn smooth and rounded by countless footsteps, shimmering with a subtle luster in the sunlight.

The shuttle bus passed through the arcade in the front courtyard, and the main house came into full view. It was only two stories high and not very large, but it had a distinctive Portuguese silhouette.

The golf course is hidden in a secret garden in the heart of the estate. After passing through an arched stone corridor covered with ancient ivy and around carefully trimmed boxwood bushes that resemble green clouds, Su Cheng arrived at the golf course in the backyard.

This is a secluded world gently enclosed by dark cedar wood.

Not only Ma Shuning, but Ma Ru was also on the tennis court in the backyard.

Both players were wearing all-white tennis outfits, which is an explicit rule in tennis that both players can only wear white.

Even the Olympics or other official large-scale events strictly adhere to this rule.

Ma Ru was wearing a regular white short-sleeved shirt and shorts.

Ma Shuning wore a white sports vest and short skirt, revealing most of her shoulders and abdomen, as well as her long legs. She tied her ponytail with a tennis cap, looking particularly capable.

Su Cheng watched as Ma Shuning and Ma Ru fought for what seemed like a while.

Ma Shuning reminded Ma Ru, who had her back to Su Cheng, "Hey, Su Cheng is here."

Ma Ru turned around and saw Su Cheng riding in the shuttle bus. He stopped serving and greeted Su Cheng: "President Su!"

The butler dropped Su Cheng off and left. Su Cheng, carrying her bag, slowly walked towards the court. As soon as she got out of the car, Su Cheng could feel that the surface was a top-quality grass-green acrylic hard court, indicating that a lot of money had been spent maintaining this court.

"Mr. Ma, Shu Ning."

The two then took the opportunity to come down from the court to drink water and rest.

"President Su, you seem to be a veteran!"

Ma Ru was referring to Su Cheng, who knew the rules of tennis and was dressed in all white today.

Ma Shuning gave Su Cheng a friendly smile: "Su Cheng, why didn't you say you liked playing tennis sooner?"

Ma Ru also chimed in, "Yes, Shu Ning and I are both seasoned tennis enthusiasts. If you had told us earlier, we would have played together sooner."

Yeah, yeah, you guys really like this kind of aristocratic sport.

Su Cheng knows the rules, but she didn't learn them by playing ball.

He read his classmate's school fantasy comic book "The Prince of Tennis" when he was a child, so he knows the rules.

"Why don't you and Shu Ning play for a bit first? I'm going to get some water."

"Row."

Ma Shuning joked with Su Cheng appropriately: "You have to go easy on me, or I feel like you're going to beat me up."

Ma Ru laughed happily to herself.

"I'm not that good, I'm just a beginner, please teach me more."

"Then I won't be polite."

"Uh-huh."

Ma Shuning tentatively served a relatively easy ball, which Su Cheng returned with a standard receiving posture.

Ma Shuning has excellent athletic ability and is a veteran tennis player with rich experience.

Su Cheng had little experience; this was his first time playing tennis, but he did have some athletic talent.

Both sides gradually entered a competitive state.

Ma Ru rested on a chair by the side of the court while watching, occasionally clapping and shouting "Good shot!"

However, Su Cheng could clearly sense that after a few balls, Ma Shuning had figured out his true level, so she maintained a similar level to Su Cheng and didn't hit any difficult balls that were hard to receive.

She has high emotional intelligence.

Half an hour later, Su Cheng was already sweating.

Ma Ru also invited the two of them to come down and rest.

Here, have some water.

Ma Ru handed Su Cheng a bottle of slightly cool mineral water. The bottle had no markings; it was just water.

Su Cheng took the bottle and discovered that it was made of glass, and she didn't know where it had been airlifted from.

Ma Shuning tilted her head back and gulped down the drink.

Her dutiful sports vest was soaked with sweat, the fabric clinging tightly to her body, outlining the full and powerful shape of her chest, which rose and fell powerfully with each deep breath she took.

Sweat trickled down the curve of his chest, forming darker watermarks on his waist and abdomen.

Between the bottom edge of the vest and the tennis skirt, a section of firm, flat, slightly undulating abdomen was exposed, the skin flushed with a lustful red, and a few beads of sweat were slowly sliding down the clearly visible abs and disappearing into the waist of the skirt.

Ma Ru praised Su Cheng: "President Su, you played very well just now."

"I'm a complete beginner; this is my first time playing."

"Wow! You played so well on your first match! You're a talented player!"

Ma Shuning also praised Su Cheng's skills: "You're really a beginner?"

Su Cheng could only laugh and reply, "You're really a newbie."

Ma Shuning clearly went easy on them just now.

These are all sugar-coated bullets; Su Cheng won't believe them. If she did, she'd get carried away.

Both of them praised Su Cheng without reservation: "You played so well!"

(End of this chapter)