"You're exposed now, aren't the players behind you mentally prepared?" The tennis player complained dissatisfiedly, "It's hard to surprise them in the next games." ”

"They just know we're not ordinary objects," the silver stud racket defended, "isn't it easy to surprise them?" I have a lot of tricks. ”

"That's right, don't underestimate us." The ponytail racket chimed in, "We have more tricks than you." ”

"Forget it, it's already exposed anyway, and it's useless to say so much." The tennis ball probably felt that he could not say more than two rackets, and jumped into the hands of the silver studs.

"It's your turn to serve." The tennis ball said in a commanding tone, "Don't waste your time in a daze, or I'll give the other side extra points." ”

The face of the silver stud is ugly.

It was her last chance to serve, and if she succeeded, she could score another point, then there would only be one point left to win the match.

But now we have to face not only the possibility that tennis may change its trajectory on its own, but also the racket that does not obey the command.

Seeing that victory is in sight, but in such a situation, whether she can win or not is not in her control.

She was really depressed.

She couldn't find a solution to her current predicament, but she had to serve as soon as possible, otherwise she would lose this last chance to serve, and instead she would have to add a point to her opponent for nothing.

The silver ear stud clenched the racket in his hand and used his best strength.

She knew that there was no way to control tennis with her own strength, and there was nothing she could do if the tennis ball wanted to change the trajectory of her movement. But as long as her hand holding the racket is steady enough, she should be able to control the racket and keep it from moving.

This is her last serve, so be sure to give it a try as much as possible.

The silver ear stud desperately grabbed the racket, and then threw the ball and swung the racket in one go, and the speed of the serve was fast to her limit.

I don't know if it was because she grabbed the racket hard and it worked, or if the racket didn't intend to mess with it in the first place, but she successfully hit the ball.

The silver studs didn't let this slack off, and her eyes were firmly fixed on the tennis ball making a parabolic motion in the air.

Now it's time to look at the tennis ball.

Silver studs can't do anything, so they can only silently pray that the tennis ball will not move without permission.

But God apparently did not hear the prayer of the silver earrings, and the tennis ball drooped straight as it approached the net, and fell to the ground without crossing the net.

The score became eight to nine, and the score was close again.

The face of the silver stud was extremely ugly, and she stared at the tennis ball that rolled in front of the short-haired woman, eager to poke a hole in the tennis ball with her eyes.

The short-haired woman looked at the tennis ball that jumped into her palm in a daze, and for a while she had mixed feelings.

Her mood is like a roller coaster, from wanting to give up directly to hoping to dashing hope, and now she has a glimmer of possibility to win.

But she couldn't be happier.

Even if she scored, she couldn't be happy.

Score one moment, who knows if you will lose points the next moment?

Under the torture of the roller coaster mood, she felt that she had become a victim of gains and losses, and she did not dare to be happy at all.

"What are you doing?" The tennis ball snorted dissatisfiedly, "Do you want me to give the other side extra points?" ”

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