Chapter 13

Pink and white cherry blossom trees can be seen at every corner beside the road, and there are one every few meters.

When the breeze blows, the cherry blossoms fall from the trees, forming a beautiful cherry blossom rain.

Yu Mo carried a tennis bag on one shoulder and rode a bicycle across the street. Seeing these scenes, he was in a happy mood.

It is said that Lihai University High School is in Kanagawa, while Kinomoto's family is in Minato District, the two places are far apart.

For the convenience of going back and forth, Yumo proposed to his father Ryo Kinomoto to temporarily live in Kanagawa.

Kinomoto Ryo thought about it and agreed, since they have a villa in Kanagawa anyway.

Then Yu Mo came to Kanagawa with the housekeeper and servants arranged by her father, as well as her own followers.

Wanting to experience a leisurely life, Yumo rejected the special car and driver arranged by the housekeeper, and rode a bicycle to Lihai University to report.

Coming out of the principal's office, Yu Mo walked towards the classroom of Group C of the first year under the leadership of the class teacher.

At this time, classes are in progress in the classroom.

Shua——

The classroom door opened, and the head teacher asked the teachers who were in class to stop.

"Everyone, a new student has been transferred to our class today. I hope everyone will get along well with him. Now, please introduce yourself to this classmate."

Yu Mo came out from behind the homeroom teacher, with a calm expression on his face, he said calmly: "Kinomoto Yumo"

After a pause for a while, there was no sound from the whole class, and the homeroom teacher coughed in embarrassment, "Since Kinomoto-san has nothing to say, come and applaud us to express your welcome."

clap clap

The students applauded in unison, as if some switch had been turned on, and those students began to whisper.

"Wow, this Kinomoto is so cute! I want to take him home and raise him."

"This is a cute male god, I want to fan him"

"Cut, a brat who hasn't even grown his hair yet."

"You're so young, come to junior high school? You didn't make a mistake, did you?"

Yu Mo gracefully walked to his seat amidst all kinds of scrutiny and discussions among the students.

The head teacher patted the table, "Okay, be quiet, and continue the class."

Yu Mo is not very interested in class, who told her that she has already finished all the courses in the university.

Junior high school, small meaning.

She wouldn't have come if it wasn't for the various tennis tournaments and the fact that Beautiful Mommy wanted her to live an innocent teenage life.

Yu Mo lay on the table with her eyes closed, letting the wind brush her face.

"Okay, students, get out of class is over." After the teacher tidied up, he walked out of the classroom.

Yu Mo stretched, got up and walked out of the classroom.

"Wait, Kinomoto-san." A shy girl with short hair around her ears said.

Yu Mo turned his head, "What's the matter?"

Seeing Yu Mo looking over, the girl blushed even more, "Then, that, Kinomoto-san, do you have any clubs you want to apply for?" Then she handed over a club application form.

"Write here which department you want to join, and just hand it over to the minister of that department. If you don't know anything, you can ask me."

The girl twitched her fingers uneasily, "My name is Sakai Haraka, and I'm the class monitor."

Hearing this, Yu Mo took the application for the social department and smiled slightly at her, "Thank you, Sakai."

Sakai Haraka seemed to be startled, shook her head, blushed and ran away.

Seeing this, Yu Mo rubbed his nose, wondering if he was that scary, running so fast.

"Master host, are you still a girl? She's so shy. Look at you harming an innocent girl." Xiao Feifei rolled her eyes at Yu Mo.

"It's my fault again." Yu Mo shrugged.

Holding the application form for joining the club, Yu Mo walked towards the tennis club.

In her head, she recalled the information that Yue Qi had investigated. Although she had seen the plot of Prince of Tennis, it had been too long and she couldn't remember many places.

For Li Haida, Yumo's memory is only that Yukimura Seiki who is like a stranger like jade and a unparalleled son in the world.

According to the information given by Yueqi, the tennis club's coach and captain is Seiichi Yukimura, and the vice-captain is Genichiro Sanada. Wolf Kuwahara.

"Master, the host, there are no more vacancies for the official team members. Are you going to..." Xiao Feifei hesitated to speak.

"Now that there is no main election, it doesn't mean there won't be any in the future. Isn't there still a substitute spot!" Yu Mo said indifferently.

"Besides, there will be an in-house ranking match after each match. At that time, it's not certain who will be the substitute and who will be the official team member."

……

Lihai Tennis Club, inside the practice field.

Seiichi Yukimura wore a green headband and a long-sleeved school uniform on his shoulders, watching the players practice with a gentle face.

Beside him stood Genichiro Sanada with a serious expression: "Jingshi, their speed is slow."

Yukimura Seiichi raised the corners of his mouth when he heard the words, "It's been too long since there's been a match, so it's normal to be lax, Genichiro, it seems that it's time for another ranking match."

The inexplicable hairs of everyone who was practicing the ball stood on end.

"Excuse me, is this the tennis club?" Yu Mo walked into the tennis training ground.

"Irrelevant personnel are not allowed to enter." Sanada Genichiro looked at Yu Mo seriously.

"I'm here to hand in my club application. I want to join the tennis club."

Yu Mo handed over the application for joining the ministry to Genichiro Sanada.

"Oh, is there a new member again?" Yukimura Seichi walked over.

Yu Mo's eyes fixedly fixed on the young man walking across.

The first time she had close contact with the male god in her heart, she felt very uneasy.

But during the years of growing up, she was able to hide her excited side.

Yukimura Seiichi, who is particularly sensitive to things, still sees Hamo's burning eyes.

Yukimura Seichi smiled slightly, Yu Mo suddenly felt blushed and heartbeat, and touched his face uncomfortably.

"I have accepted your application, welcome to join the ministry, we are very strict."

"I came because of strictness." Yu Mo and Yukimura Seiichi exchanged glances.

"But you came at the right time." Yukimura Seiichi turned around and looked at Genichiro Sanada. "Let them come to gather, and they should calm down."

Sanada Genichiro nodded, and walked into the practice field: "Everyone, come and gather, including the selected players."

When they're assembled, look to their minister.

"The Kanto Tournament will be held soon. I think you guys have had enough fun recently. Next week, we will have an internal ranking competition."

Everyone stood up straight, listening to the minister.

"For this ranking, we will also participate in the main election. Those who are capable can re-enter the ranks of the main election. The top 6 are regular players, and the seventh is a substitute."

After Seiichi Yukimura finished speaking, Genichiro Sanada stepped forward, "Do you have any confidence?"

"Yes!" Everyone said in unison.

"Okay, Kinomoto Hamo is now going to pick up balls with ordinary members. Disband!" Sanada Genichiro ordered.

After the disbandment, the ordinary members were extremely excited and wanted to achieve good results in the ranking competition.

But the official players looked indifferent.There is no fear at all with strength.

Yu Mo obediently picked up the ball with the team members.After all, for newcomers, smart people know how to keep a low profile.

Everything depends on next week's ranking match.

 Yu Mo: I saw the male god (excited)
  Xiao Feifei: I know

  Yu Mo: The male god and I looked at each other (continue to be excited)
  Xiao Feifei: Look behind you (smile)

  With a dark face, Atobe Keigo carried Yumo away...

  
 
(End of this chapter)

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