The ponytail, who was still a little stunned on the side, immediately questioned Ye Dill: "How is it possible!" It can't do that! ”

The short-haired woman also chimed in: "That's right, it's always been there to help us, how could it be possible to deliberately avoid my racket!" ”

Ye Dill didn't argue with the short-haired woman and the ponytail, just stared at the tennis ball rolling on the ground.

She had just been observing very carefully, making sure she was not mistaken.

The tennis ball only fell by about a centimeter, just past the racket, and the distance was so small that it was easy to ignore if you didn't keep staring.

Both the short-haired woman and the ponytail were too happy to notice this detail.

Seeing that Ye Dill didn't answer, the short-haired woman suddenly became anxious, and she said loudly: "You speak!" What do you mean by that? ”

Ponytail followed and shouted, "That's it, what do you mean?" Can't we win? ”

They had just basked in the joy of immediate victory, and where would they be willing to believe in this result.

"What do you ask me for?" Ye Dill asked rhetorically, "Do you want to know if it's real or fake, just ask tennis?" ”

She knew they didn't want to believe it, but she wasn't obligated to explain it to them in the first place.

Especially if they have a bad attitude.

The short-haired woman and the ponytail were stunned, and then subconsciously looked down at the tennis ball that was already bouncing in the direction of the yellow hair.

Hearing others mention himself, the tennis ball paused, and then said in a cheerful and low voice: "That's right, I just accelerated the fall by myself." ”

It replied fairly calmly, without any feeling of weakness or embarrassment.

Hearing the tennis confession, the short-haired woman and the ponytail were stunned.

"For ...... Why? The short-haired woman stammered, "Aren't you here to help us score?" ”

"I never said I was going to help you score," the tennis ball jumped into the yellow hair's hand, "I always said 'I want to make sure the game is fair.'" ”

Hearing this, the yellow hair, who had been stunned for a long time, came back to her senses, she stared at the tennis ball in her hand and asked, "So you mean, didn't you really want to target us when you did that before?" ”

The silver stud on the side stared at the tennis ball, and his attention was all on his ears, for fear that he would mishear a word.

"I've always said that quite clearly," Tennis asked, puzzled, "how did you have such a misunderstanding?" I don't have to target anyone. ”

Silver Stud Earrings: "......"

Yellow Hair: "......"

I added so many points to the opposite side one after another, and everyone would think that tennis was aimed at them, right?

Now he pretends to be more innocent than them.

Short-haired woman: "......"

Ponytail: "......"

Tennis actually said that it was a misunderstanding?

But the previous performances were obviously biased in favor of them, so why did it become a misunderstanding?

"Alright, let's go," the tennis ball rolled in the yellow-haired hand, urging, "Hurry up and serve." ”

The yellow hair glanced at the silver studs, and they both saw a glimmer of hope in each other's eyes.

If tennis really wasn't deliberately aimed at them, then they still had a chance to win!

Thinking of this, the yellow hair swept away the decadent appearance before and put on a standard serving stance.

As long as she can hit this ball, it proves that tennis did not lie to her, and she always has to give it a try.