The Rebirth of the Net King

Chapter 418

"found it!"

After wandering around the venue for a while, I saw the short figure wearing a white baseball cap and a big red coat at a remote stadium.

"Is that him?"

Tezuka looked into the distance with some doubts, such a short man is obviously a primary school student, right?
"Let's go! Go and have a look."

Fuji couldn't wait to pull Tezuka and ran towards the distant stadium.

……

boom!
"This round was won by Echizen Ryoma, with a score of 4:0."

The situation on the court is obvious. The so-called ace Sasabe of the North High Tennis Club is not Ryoma's opponent at all.After being stimulated by Fuji, Ryoma has accepted the teaching from Nanjiro in advance, and Ryoma's strength today is even better than that of the original book.

"Why, is this all you can do?"

Ryoma chuckled, what is this the trump card of the Tennis Club of Beigao?
But so.

"Damn! This arrogant brat!"

Zuo Zuobu looked embarrassed, he was actually won four rounds by this brat, how could this be possible.

boom!
15:0.
……

boom!
30:0.
……

"Damn! There is no way out!"

Sasabe gritted his teeth. Originally, he could rely on whistle blowing at will to point out the deer as a horse, but now after the kid on the opposite side hits a high lob that doesn't bounce back by cutting the ball, he can no longer change the landing point of the tennis ball. Allow yourself to score.

boom!
boom!
The racket in Ryoma's hand was lifted upwards, and the racket net was cut from the surface of the tennis ball, bringing out a tall golden parabola.

"Damn it! I can't get it!"

Sasabe jumped up in front of the net, but his jumping ability was only average, how could he catch such a high lob.

At this moment, his eyes looked down at the brat in front of him, and his anger completely exploded at this moment.

"In that case, don't blame me!"

Zuo Zuobu felt ruthless in his heart.

"Go to hell! Self-righteous brat!"

Whoosh!
The racket in Zuo Zuobu's hand was thrown out heavily, and the racket became his tool for evil at this moment.

"what!"

Hearing the whistling sound, Ryoma raised his head, his pupils shrank suddenly, and in his line of sight, a racket was flying towards his face.

boom!
In the next second, there was a crisp hitting sound.A flash of golden light came first, and the racket that was about to hit Ryoma was sent flying by a mustard-yellow tennis ball, and fell heavily on the ground beside him, and was immediately scrapped.

"It's dangerous!"

Sakura, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, breathed a sigh of relief, she was so worried about Ryoma just now.

Long Qijin looked in the direction of the tennis ball, and a wrinkle appeared on his old face.

"It's actually the two of them!"

"Tennis is not a tool for you to manipulate hate."

Fuji pushed open the gate of the stadium and walked in. The goal just now was his masterpiece.

Tezuka also had a serious expression on his face, Sasab's actions reminded him of Takeju two years ago, as Fuji said, tennis has never been a tool for manipulating hatred.

"Senior Fuji!"

Ryoma raised his brows, he didn't expect that he would meet Senior Fuji here.

"Coach Ryuzaki, long time no see."

Fuji smiled and walked in front of Long Qijin. Since Long Qijin quit the tennis club of Youth Academy, this was the first time Fuji saw Long Qijin.

"No two...I heard that you have won two consecutive national championships. Congratulations."

Long Qijin had mixed feelings in her heart. Compared with her impression, the young man in front of her was much more mature, and the aura on her body had also changed from being sharp at the beginning to being restrained now.

Sometimes Long Qijin also wondered what would have happened if she had made another choice.

"Thank you!"

Seeing Long Qijin's aging face, Buer didn't say anything more.The past is over, and he didn't come this time because of Long Qijin.

"Fuer?! Fuji Shusuke! Qingxue's Fujisuke!"

The Beigao trio on the other side immediately called out, and they heard the name of Buer like thunder.

A series of titles such as the number one in the junior high school tennis world, the head of the Qingxue Tennis Department, and the national champion all illustrate his unique strength.

"Sasabe..."

One of them swallowed, he wanted to remind Zuo Zuobu to run away quickly, they seemed to have kicked the iron plate.

"Little devil! My competition is about to start, this time I will let you go first."

A flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in Zuo Zuobu's mind, and he remembered that his game was about to start, so he could just use this as an excuse to escape.

Long Ma pulled the brim of his hat, and looked at the backs of the three of Zuo Zuobu with some disdain in his heart. Such a player would not have any future in this life.

"Thank you, Senior Fuji."

Ryoma walked up to Fuji, looked up at Fuji.

"You guys don't know to notify me when you come back."

Fuji smiled slightly, aiming at Ryoma's small head through the hat was a burst of ravages.

"It hurts a lot! Senior Fuji."

Ryoma was a little speechless, why did senior Fuji still like to attack his head so much after so long, it's easy to not grow tall like this, okay?

"Let's have a fight, Senior Fuji!"

Ryoma suddenly said that there are three opponents he most wants to defeat at present, and Buer is one of them. Now that he has such a good opportunity, he naturally wants to touch Buer.

Of course, Ryoma didn't expect himself to win, he just wanted to see how far he was from the same.

"You're still far behind, Ryoma!"

Hearing this, Fuji smiled slightly.

"Forget it now, when you come to Qingxue, there will be plenty of opportunities."

Bu Er has no idea of ​​competing with Ryoma, as he said, Ryoma is too young now.

But I know that as long as Ryoma enters Qingxue, he will soon grow up this year. The talent of the second generation of samurai is terrible.

……

In the evening, after saying goodbye to Ryoma, Fuji and Tezuka walked on the way home.

"No, what was that just now?"

Tezuka finally asked the doubts in his heart, he already understood that the elementary school student just now was the person Fuji had been looking for.

"His name is Echizen Ryoma. This spring he will enter Seigaku. He is our junior."

Buer looked sideways and smiled.

"Echizen... Ryoma?"

Tezuka muttered about this name, the surname Echizen is not common.

Echizen?

"No two, is it possible?"

Tezuka suddenly thought of a person's name, which belonged to Qingxue, Neon, and the world.

"That's right, he is the son of Echizen Nanjiro, the second generation of samurai!"

Buer said solemnly.

"I see!"

Tezuka nodded, no wonder he had to bring him to find this boy with such a big fanfare.

"From what you've said, I'm somewhat looking forward to his performance."

Tezuka sighed slightly.

After all, he and Fuji will be in the third grade soon.

(End of this chapter)