The short-haired woman quickly came back to her senses, she didn't speak, and served directly in a panic.

Even if this ball can't score, she can't do nothing and let the opposite side score.

It's a pity that the short-haired woman is too anxious, and the racket is a little higher than the ball, and even if she can touch the tennis ball, she can't hit the ball into the opponent's court.

By the time the short-haired woman found out, it was too late to change the stance of the serve.

There was an anxious look on her face.

At this moment, the racket in her hand suddenly detached from her hand, hit the tennis ball accurately, and hit the opposite court hard.

The short-haired woman looked at the racket that was still floating in the air with a shocked face, and did not dare to raise her hand for a while.

Although she had just seen that the two rackets were abnormal, because her racket had not reacted, she still had a bit of luck, thinking that the racket she got was an ordinary racket.

I didn't expect to be able to speak, which really scared her.

The racket can talk or something, and it always makes her feel that she is holding not a racket in her hand, but a spicy man with thorns.

Seeing this, the silver earrings immediately moved back to fight back, and the tennis ball drew a beautiful arc and returned to the court of the short-haired woman.

"Hey, what are you doing," the short-haired woman's racket yelled in dissatisfaction, "do you still want to score?" ”

The short-haired woman came back to her senses, she quickly held the racket and subconsciously went to catch the ball.

But her steps looked a little staggering, as if she was being carried forward by a tennis racket, not like she was running on her own.

The short-haired woman catches the ball, and the tennis ball is back inside the court with silver studs.

The silver stud earrings fought back again, but this time, the racket in her hand suddenly came out of her hand.

The tennis ball landed firmly on the ground, and the short-haired woman scored a point.

The score became 9-9.

The face of the silver earrings instantly became as black and ugly as the bottom of the pot, and she looked at the racket floating in the air, trembling with anger.

She just had a moment when her hand loosened slightly, after all, she had been holding something hard, and her fingers quickly became numb.

But just a moment later, the racket came out of his hand.

"What do you say is the racket I use now, why do you want to help the opposite side score?" The silver earrings were so angry that they raised their hands to grab the racket and threw it to the ground hard.

The racket did not resist, and made a dull "snap" sound when it landed on the ground.

Then the racket spoke: "How many times have we said it, our actions are only to make the game more interesting, not to help someone score." ”

"Funny fart!" Silver stud earrings are crazy, "What's the fun?" Who is going to be funny except for you inexplicably talkative stuff? ”

"We don't care if you find it interesting or not." Tennis innocently interjected, "As long as we find it interesting, it's fine." ”

The silver earrings choked, the chest rose and fell, and it looked like it would be angry and shocking if it was stimulated a little.

The tennis ball didn't care what the silver stud looked like, and it jumped into the yellow hair's hand: "Okay, it's your turn to serve." ”

The yellow-haired face looked at the tennis ball in his hand with an ugly face, and he wanted to throw it away.

It's as if you're holding a bomb in your hand instead of a tennis ball.

Now that the score is 9-9, whoever scores one more point will be one step closer to victory.