The black bishop of the net king

Chapter 232 Echizen Ryoma's Special Training

Echizen house.

"Stinky boy, you are finally back. How is today's regional qualifier?" Echizen Minamijiro put down the newspaper in his hand, then turned to Echizen Ryoma and asked.

Echizen Ryoma completely ignored Echizen Minamijiro's thoughts now.

After returning to Seigaku, Echizen Ryoma couldn't wait to have a private duel with Tezuka Kunimitsu.

But in the private duel with Tezuka Kunimitsu, Echizen Ryoma lost, which was several times more painful than the match with Kamio Akira.

"Oops!"

"Stinky boy, looking at you like this, you probably didn't play, did you?"

Although Echizen Ryoma was not prepared to talk to him at all, Echizen Minamijiro would not miss this opportunity and continued to entangle Echizen Ryoma.

"Still, you were on the stage, and then you were defeated by those brats from Fudo Peak."

"Oh, look at you like this, am I guessing right?"

"Let me guess who it is."

"That brat named Tachibana is still that brat in the mask, you won't lose to the red-haired brat who is the weakest in Fudo Peak!" Echizen Minamijiro touched his chin, carefully observing Echizen Ryoma's expression.

"Boring." Echizen Ryoma snorted coldly.

"Oops!"

"It seems that I was guessed by me? Brat, you are really getting less and less cute!" Echizen Nanjiro screamed strangely.

"Stinky boy."

"Otherwise, it's fine. If you call me dear father with enthusiasm, then I will teach you how to defeat that red-haired kid on Fudo Peak, how about it?"

pat.

Echizen Nanjiro took out a lighter, lit the cigarette in his hand, and stared at Echizen Ryoma.

"This deal is a good deal!"

"Boring!" Echizen Ryoma responded blankly.

If the conditions were not so shameful, and if he asked himself to call his dear father, Echizen Ryoma might have agreed directly.

"Really?" Echizen Minamijiro picked up the newspaper beside him with a cigarette in his mouth.

"If that's the case, then I can't help you!" Echizen Nanjiro said lazily while flipping through the newspaper.

"Then I can only help you get lucky."

"Maybe you will soon find a way to deal with that red-haired brat at Fudo Peak." Echizen Nanjiro said as if he was talking to himself.

"However, if it is the fastest, it should take about a month."

"I remember at that time the Tokyo Metropolitan Competition was about to end!" Echizen Nanjiro kept flipping through the newspaper in his hand.

"The red-haired boy in Fudo Peak is the weakest. In Fudo Peak, there are masked boys and orange boys who are stronger than the red-haired boy..."

After hearing Echizen Minamijiro's words, Echizen Ryoma's face finally lost its previous sternness.

Just like what Echizen Nanjiro said, he doesn't have that much time, and there are players in Fudo Peak who are stronger than Akira Kamio.

After thinking of this, Echizen Ryoma gritted his teeth.

"Dear, dear...Father...sir!" Echizen Ryoma's voice was as thin as a mosquito's gnat, and he could hardly hear the words clearly.

It's just that no matter how soft Echizen Ryoma's voice was, Echizen Minamijiro could still hear it clearly.

However, how could Echizen Minamijiro pretend that he had heard it so easily?

"Stinky boy, what were you talking about just now?" Echizen Nanjiro picked out his ear with the little finger of his left hand, and stared at Echizen Ryoma with a smile.

"My dear father!" Echizen Ryoma gritted his teeth and deliberately amplified his voice.

I just said it myself.

If you give up now, wouldn't you be at a big loss?
"Hahaha!"

"Stinky boy, it's really rare!" After hearing Echizen Ryoma's words, Echizen Nanjiro laughed and put down the newspaper in his hand.

Echizen Nanjiro didn't continue to pretend that he couldn't hear Echizen Ryoma's voice.

If he continued to pretend he couldn't hear what he said, Echizen Minamijiro could be sure that his own brat would really turn his back on him.

"In that case!"

"Then, my dear father, I will teach you how to play real tennis!" Echizen Nanjiro stood up and walked in front of Echizen Ryoma.

"Take your racket and come with me!"

……

"Nanjiro, Ryoma, it's so late, where are you going?"

When Echizen Minamijiro was taking Echizen Ryoma out, he ran into Echizen Rinko and Echizen Nanako who were going home from shopping for vegetables.

"Lunzi!"

"This brat lost the game, but why is he crying silently at home?" Echizen Nanjiro said carelessly.

"As the brat's dear father, I naturally need to give this brat a good education."

Hearing Echizen Minamijiro's words, Echizen Ryoma's expression darkened, but he didn't refute.

"Stinky boy! Follow closely." After finishing speaking, Echizen Nanjiro turned his head and said to Echizen Ryoma.

"?"

"Uncle, Ryoma, are you guys not eating dinner?" Echizen Nanako looked at the backs of Echizen Nanjiro and the two of them, and called softly.

"Nanako, don't worry about the two of them." Echizen Rinko directly grabbed Echizen Nanako. "When they come back, they will eat naturally."

……

After coming to a field field.

"Just here!"

"Stinky boy, I will fight you according to the style of that Fudo Peak red-haired brat."

"As for the way to defeat that red-haired kid, it depends on your own understanding." Echizen Nanjiro said to Echizen Ryoma.

Echizen Minamijiro would not directly tell Echizen Ryoma how to win Kamio Akira, but let Echizen Ryoma sum up his own experience in the game.

Of course, there is another reason for this.

That is, even if Echizen Nanjiro told Echizen Ryoma how to defeat Kamio Akira, Echizen Ryoma's current strength would not be able to do it.

"Of course."

"If you can't learn it, you can also choose to let me, your dearest father, tell you the way to win directly." Echizen Nanjiro said with a smile.

"Humph!"

"Let the horse come here!" Echizen Ryoma snorted coldly.

Echizen Nanjiro's way is exactly what Echizen Ryoma wanted.

"Hahaha!"

"There is no referee here, so the rules this time, follow the rules of Self-judge. You should be familiar with this rule, brat." Echizen Minamijiro scratched his back with a racket.

Self-judge!

Judgment by yourself, that is, whoever has the ball in the field, the referee belongs.

"As a father's care for his son, then the right to serve belongs to you!" After standing still, Echizen Minamijiro threw the tennis ball directly to Echizen Ryoma.

Game start.

……

"What's wrong!"

"Stinky boy, can this not work?" Echizen Nanjiro looked at the panting Echizen Ryoma, provoking on purpose.

"If it's only this level, then you'd better admit defeat honestly!"

"Come again!" Echizen Ryoma said in a calm voice.

after the game.

Echizen Minamijiro perfectly reproduced Akira Kamio's style of play, from serve to counterattack, and even speed.

For a player of Echizen Minamijiro's level, imitating Akira Kamio's style of play couldn't be easier.

"it is good!"

"Stinky boy, catch this ball well!" Echizen Nanjiro chuckled.

Tennis shot.

It was Akira Kamio's Cangfeng Jingxun serving the ball.

(End of this chapter)