Compared to Heath's nervousness, Nami was much calmer. She watched his serving motion, which looked thoroughly amateurish, and could not help sighing inwardly. It seemed she could just play casually in this match. There was nothing to look forward to.
At a glance, this level of amateurishness marked him as someone who had never played tennis. She figured it would be easy enough to play along and keep his loss from looking too embarrassing. After all, saving face was something people did for one another, wasn't it?
So where should she go with her best friend afterward? She had heard that Viridian Mall had recently brought in a new batch of luxury handbags. Should she buy one to keep at home as part of her collection? They were a little expensive, but compared to the generous salary Silph paid her, it hardly seemed like anything.
While Nami's thoughts wandered, she suddenly caught a flash of something out of the corner of her eye. The next second, a tremendous noise came from behind her. Her pupils instantly contracted, and she instinctively looked back. A hole had appeared in the wire fence behind her.
"Um... fifteen-love!" The court attendant acting as referee stared blankly at the scene. It took him a long while to realize what had just happened. He swallowed in terror, then cautiously raised his flag.
"Huh? Huh? Huh?" Nami was even more astonished. Had that thing just now been a tennis ball? That thing was a tennis ball?
Nami's only impression of what had just happened was something like, Some white rat just darted past. But she had never expected that thing to actually be a tennis ball. Or rather, that thing was a tennis ball? Was that a tennis ball Heath had served?
Heath calmly looked across the