Hmm, my senior sister's skill is very impressive.

It's impressive for someone who is new to this sport.

However... it's only impressive for beginners...

-- 15 to 0

That's the current score.

The seemingly aloof and proud senior sister, Erian, now has one hand tightly gripping the table, while the other holds the paddle, teeth clenched in determination.

It's both comforting... no, rather, heart-wrenching to see her like this.

Oh, come to think of it, isn't this situation a little problematic? I originally wanted to play table tennis with my senior sister to improve our relationship, but now it seems to have turned even worse...

But for some reason... I can't control my hand when I pick up the paddle...

By the way... it seems like I can't control my mind either...

But, it feels good to have an opponent.

Senior sister's progress is really fast.

Starting from the basic serves, she takes a pause of over ten seconds to reflect every time she loses, and she observes my playing style. We've gone from just two rounds at the beginning to gradually playing several back-and-forths now.

However, my playing style is not limited to just this, Erian. If I wanted to, I could change tactics every time you lose, you know?

But just as I was considering whether to switch to a second playing style, Erian raised an eyebrow, shrugged her shoulders, and signaled for a pause.

"Speaking of which, this is how the rules of the game go, right?"

Although I was a bit perplexed by her question, I nodded.

"Yeah."

"The serve must hit your own side of the table, and the subsequent shots must only land on the opponent's side. If it doesn't land, it counts as a loss."

"That's right."

Although this is the most basic and fundamental playing style, and there are many other rules like finishing a round at deuce or hitting the edges or net, for us right now, this simple rule is sufficient.

"Since that's the case... let's do it like this too!"

Senior sister tossed the ball high up and fiercely slammed it on the table in front of her--

Huh... she hit it so hard... that ball definitely won't bounce towards me, it will just fly away, right?

I didn't move, and looked dumbfounded as the ball quickly flew past me.

Look, it flew past just as I expected...

"Feng Ling·Reverse!"

Suddenly, a faint green light appeared on the ping pong ball, undergoing a reverse movement that defied the laws of physics, passing back from under my armpit, and with a thud, it collided with the edge of the table, then fell to the ground with a series of clattering sounds.

...

What is this...

"How is that?"

Senior sister propped the paddle up on her shoulder and smirked at me--

"Well... can this be counted as my win?"

Originally sitting quietly on the side, Aiyia stood up and protested, "No! How can this count!? You're not allowed to use magic, right!?"

Then Vakaka covered her mouth with his hand.

Come to think of it... why am I so fixated on winning or losing? Is it to strengthen my friendship with my senior sister... ah, no, the competition with our senior sister? Won't such a one-sided match only make our relationship more strained?

I took a deep breath to relax my mind, picked up the ball, and gestured to my senior sister to continue the match.

This table tennis match has finally turned into a real showdown...

Oh no, it has already turned into a magic ball match...