I did it with two skills at 35, maybe 36. The rest except serve and volley (which was 20 something) were low 30s. Specifically I think Strength and Agility were 35.
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Sitting in such close proximity to Sam and Rayyan had clearly not been the wisest of decisions; it feels a little like holding the like-ends of two magnets too close; you can’t help but notice the surreptitious glances that Tobin (feel like this should be Rayyan no) and Sam are giving each other, the micro-expressions that flit over their faces in response to something you or someone else has said or done. Everything’s balanced on a razor-thin line.
Cho shrugs. “I wasn’t selected. Felix played with Tobin.” – If you play with Tobin during the competition she says that she played with Deep last year??
Rayyan’s gaze is full of heat as your eyes meet across the hotel lobby. Her lips curl upward into a tiny smile that flashes, before disappearing. She doesn’t say anything, and neither do you—not with everyone else watching. You get the sudden urge to walk over and slip your hand in(to) her(s).
You study Sam’s partner.
Pan Narasaki looks mixed, with tanned skin and light brown eyes, thin straight hair that’s parted in the center. She has a jumpy, alert demeanour in the way his eyes seem to flit from one thing to another, reminding you a little of some highly-intelligent crow.
(This is with a male Sam and he is playing mixed double’s).
Malik, an all-court-player, had been touted as the ‘next big thing’ in her sophomore year, but for some reason or another, had failed to live up to her potential. Her’d ended up achieving more success in doubles than in singles, at least over the duration of her college career.
Your opponents certainly make an odd pair: Sanderson with his measured stillness and Malik with that coiled-spring restlessness.
At gamepoint, you serve wide, drawing Sanderson off the court, then charge up the net—trusting Rayyan to cover the back. The senior tries for a low, hard passing shot, but you’re already moving, cutting it off in a volley that clears the net and dies in the front. Game.
qf_set_1_score –> button (I’m not doing well except for chemistry btw)
You decide to take a cue from Rayyan, letting her decide how he’d like to approach this game. Malik and Sanderson are clearly fired up, and you’re at a key juncture in the match.
Rayyan grasps your shoulder briefly and gives you a small nod, then steps up to the baseline to receive (her) serve. Her jaw is set resolutely, green eyes blazing with fierce intensity. But when her gaze meets yours, that fire softens into something warmer. She nods at you when you take your position next to her. It’s a look you know well. She turns to face the front after that, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
Rayyan: (scowls, blushing even more) “No comment. At this point, I can’t help but ask: are you writing coverage for the tennis tournament? Or a gossip rag?” - no typo here buuuuuuut hahahhahaha I giggled so much jesus -_-
Sam nods. “Sounds good. Good luck for semis tomorrow.” He shoots you a crooked smile. “The least you could do after being rude enough to beat me is to win the title so I can say I got beaten by the champions.” –> (I didn’t play him obviously, I kissed Rayyan :DDDDDDDDD, so I didn’t beat him? Tobes did.)
Your answer is solid, and Prof. Sackler looks almost pleasantly surprised by your insight. He highlights something you mentioned, then builds on it for the rest of ht eclass. You’re glad that you’d spent some time doing your readings over the weekend.
You check the draws, and manage to locate Sam and Pan, her partner, at Court 7, one of the five indoor courts at the university. They’re up against a team from Miami State. While running your eye through the tournament brackets, you realize with a jolt that the possibility of meeting Sam as an opponent that had been niggling at you ever since you’d picked Felix as your doubles partner might indeed come to pass. - I haven’t done that and don’t think I ever could tbh. He’s pretty lame + I can’t be the reason Rayyan doesn’t get to play the tournament. Even if I’m not romancing her.
Sam chips a return that catches Tobin out at the net. You accelerate from your end of the baseline to the other and hit a sliding cross-court to save the ball. Pan smashes back a powerful return, but this time, Tobin is ready. Leaping straight up, she slam(s) the ball down the end of the line, keeping it within-bounds but impossible to reach.
I was thinking you could postpone the conversation Sam has with MC about how they’re playing mixed doubles because the whatever gender they are team doubles is solid until a phone conversation after MC solidifies whether they’re playing mixed doubles or not so that it makes it easier for you to code it and puts a pin in that plot hole.
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