While the spirit game is in progress

The short-haired girl quickly came to her senses, she didn't speak, and served the ball in a panic.

Even if the ball can't be scored, she can't do nothing and let the opponent score.

It's a pity that the short-haired girl was too anxious, the racket was a little higher than the ball, even if she could touch the tennis ball, she couldn't hit the ball into the opponent's court.

By the time the short-haired girl discovered this, it was too late to change her serving posture.

An anxious look appeared on her face.

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

The short-haired girl looked at the racket still floating in the air in astonishment, and didn't dare to raise her hand for a while.

Although she had just seen that the two rackets were not normal, but because her own racket hadn't responded, she still had a little luck, thinking that the racket she got was an ordinary racket.

She didn't expect to be able to speak, which really shocked her.

The racket can talk or something, and it always makes her feel that what she holds in her hand is not a racket, but a foreign pepper with thorns.

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

"Hey, why are you in a daze," the short-haired girl's racket yelled dissatisfied, "Do you still want to score?"

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

But her steps looked a little shaky, as if she was being carried forward by a tennis racket, rather than running herself.

The short-haired girl caught the ball, and the tennis ball returned to the silver-studded court.

Silver Stud hit back again, but this time, the racket suddenly dropped from her hand.

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

The score became nine to nine.

The silver stud's face instantly became as dark and ugly as the ashes of the bottom of a pot. She looked at the racket floating in mid-air and trembled with anger.

She just relaxed her hand for a moment, after all, she has been holding something hard, and her fingers soon became numb.

But just for a moment, he loosened up a little, and the racket came out of his hand.

"How do you say it's the racket I'm using now, why do you want to help the opponent score?" Silver Ear Stud was very angry, he raised his hand to grab the racket, and threw it to the ground forcefully.

The racket made no resistance, and made a dull "click" sound when it fell to the ground.

Then, the racket spoke: "How many times have I said that our actions are only to increase the fun of the game, not to help someone score."

"Fun ass!" Silver Ear Stud was mad, "Where is the fun? Except for you baffling talking things, who would find it funny?"

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

Silver Ear Stud choked, his chest heaved and heaved, as if he would go into shock if he was stimulated a little more.

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

The yellow-haired man looked at the tennis ball in his hand with an ugly expression, and wished he could throw it away.

It was as if he was holding a bomb in his hand instead of a tennis ball.

Now the score of both sides is [-] to [-], no matter who gets another point, it is one step closer to victory.