"Swipe!" The yellow ping-pong ball skimmed the net flying toward Meng Lang's side.
Meng Lang hurried forward to catch the ball.
"Bang!" The ball was caught, but the next moment, the powerfully spinning ping-pong ball hit the net.
Serving score!
Redwood man: "..."
Elder Li: "..."
What kind of expert is this?
Probably only a beginner would completely fail to return such a spinning ball, right?
"Coconut!"
However, looking at the other side, Meng Lang clenched his fist, his face excited as if he had scored…
Seeing both men looking at him as if he were insane, Meng Lang realized his gaffe and quickly suppressed his smile.
"Ahem! Sorry, my hand just slipped."
"Er… no worries, let's continue."
Once again serving, again a powerful spinning ball.
"Bang!" Meng Lang once again caught the ball, and… it hit the net again!
2:0!
The corner of Redwood man's mouth twitched.
"Brother, your serve is too fierce, this time let me do it!" Meng Lang was even more excited.