Fighting Spirit

Lucille twisted her wrist and said casually, "Don't talk so much nonsense. Let's get started." Jenny was eager to have a go, and his face was full of ignited fighting spirit. She loved playing tennis very much and had even participated in competitions before. With her skills and ability, Lucille might not win even if she challenged Jenny alone. Not to mention that she had four of her lackeys with her. Jenny raised his hand and ordered, "Shoot!" With that, the tennis ball flew towards Lucille. Outside the sports field, everyone was observing the match with their eyes wide open. Jane didn't leave. She limped in the crowd, her palms covered with cold sweat. Countless pairs of eyes watched as Lucille moved her hand. The tennis ball that flew over seemed to have eyes, and it went straight back to the person who had shot the ball. One, two, three. Every time Lucille hit the tennis ball back, it went in the same direction. Jenny gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Don't take turns. Let's go