好几年都没有这么畅快淋漓的比过赛，虽然输的灰头土脸，但也心服口服。                                                                                他没想到蒋慕承会这么狠，只要有机会就对他来上致命一击，像对待商场上的死对头，狠决的不留余地。                                                                                蒋慕承也是汗流浃背，他余光瞥见苏韵正看着他这个方向。                                                                                他忽的转脸与她对视，可她像又感应似的做贼一般赶紧低头，两手抱着果汁杯，装模作样的喝着。                                                                                这一瞬，他心情舒畅了不少。                                                                                蒋慕承收回视线，对着林樾喊道：“别装死，起来把另一盘也打了。”                                                                                林樾侧脸，气喘吁吁：“四哥，不打了，我认输，我还要留着口气，晚上陪苏韵呢。”                                                                                蒋慕承闻言，似有不悦，但也没吱声，把球拍递给球童，就向休息区走去。                                                                                林樾喊苏韵：“媳妇儿，给我端杯水，我快不行了。”