Counterattack Guide of the Female Cannon Fodder

Soon, the main draw will be in the semi-finals.

"Xiaoxiao, I'll warm up with you." Xiaoling ran over, still carrying a racket in his hand. She lost in the quarterfinals, but the results were pretty good.

Zhao Qingxin also made it to the semifinals, and she was in the game at this time. If he wins, then she will have a showdown with Su Li.

Su Li gently raised the corners of her mouth and provoked a tennis ball with her racket.

Throw the ball, swing the racket, hunch back, and hit the ball in one go.

Xiao Ling was stunned for a moment, and missed the serve at all.

"Xiaoxiao, your serve is too powerful!" Xiao Ling was stunned for a moment and exclaimed with his face in exclaim. The 178-tall girl made such a move is quite funny. Xiao Ling was also surprised, because her progress was so fast that she was completely different from what she was now more than half a month ago.

Su Li picked out another ball from the frame, "Concentrate, Xiao Ling!"

"Oh, good!" Xiao Ling immediately became concentrated. Although her schedule has ended, it does not mean that she can relax.

On the contrary, it is precisely because she did not make the quarterfinals that she needs to work harder.

After playing with Su Li for half an hour, Su Li finally warmed up. At this moment, there was a burst of cheers on the center court next door. She looked up to look at the scoreboard on the big screen outside the stadium, Zhao Qingxin won. The big score was 2-1, and the third set was a tie-breaker. Judging from the comprehensive data, the game should not be easy.

"Come on, Xiaoxiao!"

"Come on, Xiaoxiao!"

"Jian Xiaoxiao looks at you!"

The onlookers around suddenly shouted at Su Li, they are all Su Li's alumni, although she did not know them, but at this time she was very happy.

As a result, the iceberg beauty rarely smiled, "Thank you, I will work hard."

"Wow... laughed!"

"Did you take it?"

"Take it, Jian Xiaoxiao looks so good..."

"She will definitely win!"

No matter when and where, fans are a group of lovely people!

It's just that... Su Li took out the phone, and there was no movement on it.

He sighed slightly, Feng Mo seemed to be very busy these past two days, and he didn't send WeChat to her much. He didn't come in the quarterfinals, I'm afraid he won't come this time. It just didn't even send a message, which made Su Li a little unhappy.

Twenty minutes later her game began, and Su Li returned to the locker room with Xiao Ling. Her ball bag is still in it, and she wants to change to a dress, which is already a little wet from the sweat.

"Hey, why isn't the door locked?" Xiao Ling glanced at the locker room door that was pushed open by himself.

Su Li frowned immediately upon hearing this, with a bad feeling.

She immediately ran into the dressing room and then opened the closet.

There are no mice this time.

The clothes are also hung inside.

Slightly relieved, she took out her clothes and changed what she was wearing.

Xiao Ling covers his face on the side-Xiaoxiao's figure is so good, it's perfect!

"Let's go." Su Li hung up the changed clothes, then squatted down to get her ball bag. The moment her finger touched the bag, a picture flashed through her mind.

In the next second, she unzipped the bag with a "swish". There are three sets of rackets lying quietly inside. These are the rackets that she uses very smoothly on weekdays. Regardless of the surface, material, and weight of the rackets, they are the most suitable tennis rackets she has used after countless trials.

However, at this moment, all the tennis lines on her racket were broken, and there was almost no room for use.

Those broken threads twisted and twisted together, as if laughing at something.

WTF!