"Let's have a friendly match first, and compare yourself first. I believe the audience is also looking forward to their sports status."

"OK, then I'll tell them first."

After the agent notified several artists, the staff formed a one-on-one mini-match.

But because the number of people in the group is odd, a little boy was left alone.

He looked at the staff slightly distressed, "What to do, others have started fighting, and I have no opponent yet."

This little boy is a cute god, he looks cute, and he speaks very softly, it makes people unbearable when he speaks, it feels like his bones are going to crumble.

The staff thought for a while and looked towards the auditorium, because she was the staff member who discussed with Pippi just now.

She still remembered that Pippi desperately wanted to stay on the court to play tennis, and now he just had a chance, why not give the audience a chance, which is considered a fan benefit.

"Wait a minute, I'll deal with it."

The staff greeted the little boy and walked to the auditorium. She saw Pippi sitting on the side at a glance.

She smiled at Pippi, but Pippi didn't respond, probably because she didn't see the staff looking at her.

"Hello."

The staff came closer and greeted politely.

"Now there is an opportunity to interact with idols, would you like to?"

Pippi was stunned when she heard this, and she immediately said the name of her favorite tennis player, "Do you want to interact with her? I can!"

The staff member shook his head regretfully, "I'm sorry, no, it's playing tennis with our popular group, they're all fresh meat."

After she finished speaking, she pointed to the group that was playing on the court. Isn't this the group of Quincy?

Before Pippi opened his mouth to refuse, that cute little boy had already walked over.

He was a wink to Pippi, and then he started acting like a baby without reservation, "Sister, they all have opponents, but I don't, you can fight with me."

The little boy said while looking at Pippi's clothes and the tennis racket in his hand, "Sister must know how to play, and she likes it very much, otherwise why would she be relying on the racket at hand."

"I...."

Pippi wanted to agree, but she still felt a little embarrassed when she thought of getting close to Quinxi after the game.

Just when Pippi was about to refuse, the little boy suddenly grabbed Pippi's hand, dangling back and forth with a begging look on his face.

"Sister, just play with me, you see they have been playing for a long time."

Zhou Muqing watched the little boy's actions from the side, at first he was quite calm, but then his expression became more and more serious.

Pippi obviously meant that she didn't want to fight with this little boy, if she wanted to, she would have gone down long ago.

Zhou Muqing guessed that Pippi refused because of shame, so he refused the little boy right then.

"Sorry, she's tired."

The little boy heard Zhou Muqing's words, but did not respond.

He looked at Pippi for a moment, "Sister, aren't you a spectator? Why are you so tired? Or are you just unwilling to fight with me and think I can't fight well?"

"That was not what I meant...."

Pippi denied this claim, but could not explain why.

Seeing the little boy's disappointed look, Pippi finally agreed.

Pippi agreed, but Zhou Muqing didn't say anything.

Fortunately, it wasn't Quincy who invited Pippi to play together, and it was recording a program. These young people with traffic naturally have a sense of proportion and know what not to do.