A girl who refuses to admit defeat

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A girl with a never-give-up attitude:
In my freshman year of college, I took a tennis class and met a girl named Mei, whom everyone called Meizi. What impressed me most wasn't her bright eyes, but her dynamic figure on the tennis court.

Frankly, at first, my classmates and I were drawn to her breasts swaying as she ran, but gradually, we were truly captivated by her tennis skills.

After our teacher learned that she had been on the high school team, inevitably, he would play a few games with Meizi in every class. The teacher was clearly stronger than Meizi, but whenever she was behind, she would fight hard and produce incredible shots, often making us cheer for her. Even when

the teacher dominated her all the way to match point, her eyes remained firm and unwavering. It wasn't the composure of a athlete fighting to the very end, but rather a display of her powerful ambition to win.

Before we knew it, we all started looking forward to our weekly tennis lessons, eager to witness her skills. Ah Hong, a classmate who also took tennis, often invited me to practice with him. He often told me that if he ever beat Mei Zi, he would confess his feelings to her, though I doubted that day would ever come.

Besides, if I did beat Mei Zi, she would definitely try her best to win back. At the end of the semester, Mei Zi defeated her teacher, proving my guess right.

Even after tennis lessons stopped, I maintained the same habit, practicing tennis for an hour and a half every day, and often saw Mei Zi playing against others on the court.

Finally, one day, I mustered up the courage to ask her if I could hit a few rallies.

After that, we often played tennis together, gradually becoming closer. Besides getting to know her, I also met her classmate Xiao Ying. Through Xiao Ying, I learned that Mei Zi was first in the class academically, and in every field she pursued, she focused intently on researching and striving to be the best, because she hated the feeling of losing.

We often chatted. When she looked away, I would focus on her profile, pondering how far away I was from her, and whether I, someone who was always mediocre, deserved her. In my junior year, I started dating a girl who frequently showed interest in me. I was busy with dates, and my tennis racket remained in a corner of my dorm.

Occasionally, I would run into Meizi on campus, and we would only exchange a few words.

"Not bad, I thought you had a girlfriend. You should treat her well!" Meizi would pat my shoulder and say.

If she saw Xiaoying, she would always sigh.

After graduating from university, I had several relationships, but they all ended badly.

I saw Meizi again at her wedding. It seemed that among her male friends from university, she only invited me, and I also saw Xiaoying.

I offered a few insincere blessings to Meizi, who was dressed in her wedding gown: "May you have a long and happy marriage and many children!"

"Thank you! We will try our best!" Meizi smiled brightly, revealing a shy expression.

For some reason, I felt a sense of loss, a very heavy sense of loss.

After the wedding, Xiaoying hitched a ride with me to the station.

"Her husband seems like a good person! I think she'll be happy!"

Deep down, I thought Meizi deserved someone better.

"Sigh! You sound so reluctant," Xiaoying sighed.

"Ha! You caught on!" I said helplessly.

"Actually, back then... never mind! Now, all we can do is wish her well!" Xiaoying hesitated.

"I hope she's happy, I hope she can always be happy!" I said sincerely.

Two years later, one night, Xiaoying called me and told me that Meizi's husband had died in a car accident.

At the funeral, Meizi's eyes were always filled with tears, but she didn't utter a sound. Seeing her suppress her grief was heartbreaking. I did my best to handle her husband's funeral arrangements and try to minimize her worries.

A month later, Meizi asked me to go back to the school for a stroll. We wandered around the campus, seemingly reluctant to go home. We stayed until evening, and before we knew it, we arrived at the tennis courts. In that instant, many things came to mind.

"Do you still have your tennis racket?" Mei asked me.

"Yes! It's always in my room!" I said.

"Really? I don't even know where mine is!" Mei said.

"Really, but I rarely take it out to look at it because it reminds me of something," I said.

"What does it remind you of? That you always lose to me when we play tennis?" Mei laughed.

"It always reminds me of..." I took a breath and continued, "I forgot to tell you I love you."

We were silent for a while.

"You... finally told me!" Mei said.

We walked hand in hand into the classroom of the School of Management. As soon as we entered the classroom, I hugged her. Mei was smaller than I had imagined.

Mei closed her eyes and smelled my scent, saying, "So this is what it feels like to hold you."

I reached my right hand inside her clothes, around her back, and unhooked her bra. She took off her top, revealing her beautiful C-cup breasts. My left hand caressed her incredibly soft breasts, while my mouth kissed the back of her neck, and my nose smelled the fragrance of her hair.

Mei responded to me, her hands busy unbuckling my belt, her lips kissing my ear; I then sucked on her nipples, my tongue teasing her, making her body tremble.

Next, I removed her skirt, slipping my hand into her panties, slowly inserting my middle finger. Seeing her eyes closed and her face flushed, I knew it was time, and removed her panties.

Exposing my penis, she gently stroked it, guiding it into her vagina. My penis felt the warm, wet embrace, my hips instinctively moving back and forth. With each thrust, Mei let out moans, her vagina contracting, almost making me ejaculate. We then changed positions five or six more times, finally I ejaculated inside Mei.

Afterwards, she lay beside me.

"Do you know why I invited you to my wedding?" Mei asked.

"Huh? Why?" I asked, puzzled.

"It's to let you know that even without you, I can be happy," Mei said.

I immediately understood that it was because of her indomitable spirit.

"But I never expected..." Mei Zi remained silent.

I held her hand and said, "Let me take care of you from now on!"

She thought for a moment, then pushed my hand away, got up, and started dressing, saying, "How I wish we could be together!"

"Isn't it possible? It's not too late!" I said.

She looked at me and said, "It's too late... I went to the hospital for a checkup three weeks ago, and I'm pregnant!"

I didn't know how to respond.

Waiting for my reply, she continued, "My husband is very good to me, and I want to have his child."

She finished dressing and left alone, leaving me alone in the classroom, quietly feeling my own powerlessness.

I never saw Mei Zi again after that. Occasionally, when I saw a long-forgotten tennis racket, I would occasionally think of that indomitable girl.

(The End)

In my freshman year, I took a tennis class and met a girl whose surname was Mei. Everyone called her Mei Zi. What impressed me most wasn't her bright eyes, but her leaping figure on the tennis court.

To be honest, at first, my classmates and I were drawn to her breasts, which swayed as she ran. But gradually, we were genuinely captivated by her tennis skills.

After our teacher learned that she had been on the high school team, it was inevitable that he would play a few games with her during every class. He was clearly stronger than her, but whenever she was behind, she would fight hard and produce incredible shots, often making us cheer for her.

Even when he dominated her to match point, her eyes remained firm and unwavering. It wasn't the composure of a athlete fighting to the very end, but rather a display of her powerful ambition to win.

Before we knew it, we all began to look forward to our weekly tennis lessons, eager to witness her skills. My classmate Ah Hong, who also took tennis lessons, often invited me to practice with him. He often told me that if he ever became better than Mei Zi, he would confess his feelings to her, but I doubted that such a day would ever come.

Furthermore, if I really beat Meizi, she would definitely try her best to win back. At the end of the semester, Meizi defeated the teacher, proving my guess.

Even though there were no more tennis classes, I maintained the same habit, practicing tennis for an hour and a half every day, and I often saw Meizi playing against others on the court.

Finally, one day, I mustered up the courage to ask her if I could hit a few rallies.

Later, we often played tennis together and gradually became closer. Besides getting to know her, I also got to know her classmate Xiaoying. Through Xiaoying, I learned that Meizi was first in the class academically, and in every field she was involved in, she focused on researching and striving to do her best because she hated the feeling of losing.

We often chatted, and when she looked away, I would focus on her profile, thinking about how far away I was from her, and whether I, who was always mediocre, was worthy of her. In my junior year, I started dating a girl who frequently showed interest in me. I was busy with dates, and my tennis racket was left in a corner of my dorm room.

Occasionally, I'd run into Meizi on campus, and we'd only chat briefly.

"Not bad, I was thinking you got a girlfriend, you should treat her well!" Meizi patted my shoulder and said.

If she saw Xiaoying, she'd always sigh.

After graduating from university, I had a few relationships, but they all ended badly.

I saw Meizi again at her wedding. It seemed that of her male friends from university, she only invited me, and I also saw Xiaoying.

I offered a few insincere blessings to Meizi, who was dressed in her wedding gown: "May you have a long and happy marriage and many children!"

"Thank you! We'll try our best!" Meizi smiled brightly, a shy expression on her face.

For some reason, I felt a deep sense of loss, a very heavy sense of loss.

After the wedding, Xiaoying got into my car to go to the station.

"Her husband seems like a good person! I think she'll be happy!"

Deep down, I thought Meizi deserved someone better.

"Sigh! You sound so reluctant," Xiaoying sighed.

"Ha! You caught on!" I said helplessly.

“Actually, back then… never mind! Now that things have come to this, all we can do is wish her well!” Xiaoying hesitated, then stopped.

“I hope she’s happy, I hope she can always be happy!” I said sincerely.

Two years later, one night, Xiaoying called me and told me that Meizi’s husband had died in a car accident.

At the funeral, Meizi’s eyes were always filled with tears, but she didn’t utter a single cry. I felt very sorry for her as she suppressed her grief. I did my best to handle her husband’s funeral arrangements and try to reduce her worries.

A month later, Meizi asked me to go back to school for a visit. We wandered around the campus, seemingly reluctant to go home. We stayed until evening, and before we knew it, we arrived at the tennis court. In an instant, we remembered many things.

“Do you still have your tennis racket?” Meizi asked me.

“Yes! It’s always in my room!” I said.

“Really? I don’t even know where mine is!” Meizi said.

“Really, but I rarely take it out to look at it because it reminds me of something.” I said.

“What does it remind you of? That you always lose to me when we play tennis?” Meizi laughed.

“It keeps reminding me…” I took a breath before continuing, “I forgot to tell you I love you.”

We were silent for a moment.

“You… finally told me!” Mei said.

We walked hand in hand into the classroom of the School of Management. As soon as we entered, I pulled her into my arms. Mei was even smaller than I had imagined.

Mei closed her eyes, smelling my scent, and said, “So this is what it feels like to hold you.”

I reached my right hand inside her clothes, around her back, and unhooked her bra. She took off her top, revealing her beautiful C-cup breasts. My left hand caressed her incredibly soft breasts, while my mouth kissed the back of her neck, and my nose inhaled the fragrance of her hair.

Mei responded at the same time, her hands busy unbuckling my belt, her lips kissing my ear; I then sucked on her nipples, my tongue teasing her, making her body tremble.

Next, I removed her skirt, slipped my hand inside her panties, and slowly inserted my middle finger. Seeing her eyes closed and her face flushed, I knew it was about time, so I removed her panties.

Exposing my penis, she gently stroked it, guiding it slowly into her vagina. My penis felt the warm, wet embrace, and my hips instinctively moved back and forth. With my movements, Mei let out moans, and her vagina began to contract, almost making me ejaculate. We then changed positions five or six more times, and finally I ejaculated inside Mei.

Afterwards, she lay down beside me.

"Do you know why I invited you to my wedding?" Mei asked.

"Huh? Why?" I asked, puzzled.

"It's to let you know that even without you, I can be happy," Mei said.

I immediately understood; it was because of her competitive nature.

"But I never expected..." Mei remained silent.

I held her hand and said, "Let me take care of you from now on !"

She thought for a moment, then pulled her hand away, got up, and started dressing, saying, "How I wish we could be together!" "Isn't it possible? It's not too late!" I said. She looked at me and said, "It's too late... I went to the hospital for a checkup three weeks ago, and I'm pregnant!" I didn't know how to respond. Waiting for my reply, she continued, "My husband is very good to me, and I want to have his child." She finished dressing and left alone, leaving me alone in the classroom, quietly feeling my powerlessness. I never saw Meizi again after that. Occasionally, when I see a long-forgotten tennis racket, I occasionally think of that indomitable girl. (The End)

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