Net King: Black Glory

Chapter 566 Dad, come and teach me how to play tennis (monthly ticket is over 900 plus)

"Boss Tezuka!!"

Tezuka looked at the teammates in front of him, and a slight warmth appeared in his heart.

However, recalling what Zong Yan said at the end, Tezuka also felt a sense of urgency. After calming down a little, he arranged for everyone to pack their things.

No command was needed, everyone quickly finished cleaning up.

Tezuka's mouth moved slightly.

"Everyone, everyone worked hard in today's game. Thank you for your hard work..."

Hearing this, Echizen felt an emotion welling up in his heart.

Akutsu pursed his chapped lips and wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

Tezuka's gaze swept across the crowd, and his eyes changed from the previous relief to sternness:

"As punishment for our failure, everyone ran back to school."

Suddenly hearing that Tezuka's words seemed to involve him, Horio and the other first-year students looked at each other in shock.

"Do you need me to say it again? Do it!"

"Yes!"

Seeing Tezuka's face turn cold, everyone trembled and reacted subconsciously.

Without saying a word, Haitang picked up a white towel and hung it around his neck. He was the first to run out of the park. As the loser of today's game, he had long wanted to vent his anger.

Then came Momojo, who was not to be outdone, and then most of the first years...

Finally, Tezuka and Echizen's eyes met, and Echizen lowered his head, turned around and ran out after him.

After finishing the group photo, Zongyan saw this scene and turned his head to meet Tezuka's calm eyes not far away.

Afterwards, Tezuka also ran out...

"Zongyan, the group photo is not over yet, what are you looking at?"

"nothing!"

The flag of the winner of the metropolitan competition was flying. This was Fudomine's first metropolitan competition winner. Everyone was very excited. Zongyan smiled slightly and joined the group taking photos again.

……

After the competition was over and everyone in Seigaku ran back to school, Tezuka announced the disbandment.

Echizen Ryoma sat on the tram, staring blankly at the scenery passing by outside the window.

At this moment, his heart was far less peaceful than he showed.

It was a big tournament, three singles, and it was 6-0 again, and again no points were scored.

Even at the end of the game, he showed far better than usual, hitting a powerful blow that he had never seen before.

I'm afraid it didn't even make Fudomine's Tachibana Ping really serious.

After all, he had personally witnessed the shocking showdown between the other party and the Ice Emperor Minister.

Seeing that the final game was slightly different from what was expected, the team faced defeat again.

A strong sense of self-doubt, endless frustration...and deep unwillingness...

Unspeakable emotions surged into Echizen Ryoma's heart.

Unconsciously, his eyes as he looked out the window became sharp, and even the palms originally placed on his knees were clenched into fists.

A person quietly stepped off the tram, and walked alone on the street facing the setting sun.

A man walked around his home several times, and finally pushed in the door.

"I am back."

"Hey, why are you back so late today? Didn't you get eliminated in the competition you participated in?"

Echizen Nanjiro, who came back early, has always been concerned about his son's mood.

Even when he was talking, he stopped flipping through the magazine and raised his eyebrows at Ryoma who was changing his shoes at the entrance and winked.

I saw that my son, who used to be extremely arrogant, has become naive since he returned to Neon.

Echizen Nanjiro was very happy.

Bullying and teasing this idiot son was one of the few pleasures he had after picking Liu Bei's feet every day.

"Yes……"

Ryoma was in a bad mood at this time. He did not hear the loophole in Nanjiro's words. If he found it, he would know that Nanjiro was actually present.

But all this is not important to Ryoma now, but he simply responded and walked towards the room upstairs alone.

This time, it was Echizen Nanjiro's turn to feel something bad. Judging from the previous games, his son has failed a lot during this period. He won't be psychologically affected, right?

While he was having random thoughts in his mind, the palm holding his head slipped, and his reclining body stumbled, and his head almost hit the table.

"Boy, if you fail, you have to fight back, but don't hold it in your heart!"

Echizen Nanjiro, who suspected that his son had been psychologically affected, couldn't care less at the moment, and directly comforted Ryoma who had already walked up the stairs.

It was the first time Ryoma had seen such a father, but he just paused and ignored him.

When Echizen Nanjiro stood up and was about to catch up with him for a fatherly hug, he heard a heavy door slam.

"This stinky boy can't really have any problems..."

Echizen Nanjiro said with some worry: "But today's junior high school students are still really strong. They are much more powerful than I was at that time. It is understandable that they will be hit."

"but……"

As if he had decided something, he turned over and picked up the phone at home to make a call.

"Hey, old woman, Ryoma won't be training at school in the next week. Your teaching is really bad. Let me, a genius, teach him!"

"Nanjiro, doesn't this guy always speak well? Also, why do you mean my teaching is too bad? How can your teaching be any better?!"

As soon as Nanjiro finished speaking, a huge roar came from the other end of the phone.

Nanjiro was frightened and quickly took the phone away from his ear, waiting for the other party to finish spraying and then hung up immediately.

"This old woman still has such a hot temper."

It seemed that the scene just now reminded him of his youth, and Nanjiro slandered slightly in his heart.

"Nanako, cook something delicious for Ryoma later. That kid may not be in a high mood today."

Nanako, who was preparing dinner in the kitchen, saw that her uncle actually came here to give orders, and her cute head suddenly felt confused. After all, the two fathers and sons didn't have many nice things to say to each other on weekdays.

But when she thought about Ryoma's state when she returned, Nanako felt that what her uncle said made sense.

"Uncle, I understand, just look at me!"

Nanako nodded, then waved her hand to ask her uncle to leave the kitchen without causing trouble.

The whole night passed under Ryoma's low pressure.

The next day.

Echizen Nanjiro lay on his side under the big bell of the temple, yawning and holding the hemp rope on the bell pestle with his toes.

Just when he was taking a nap with his eyes closed.

Echizen Ryoma was wearing red and white short-sleeved shirts, a white baseball cap on his head, and a red-rimmed racket in his hand, standing quietly behind him.

"Dad, come and teach me how to play tennis. I want to become stronger! Better than everyone else!"

At this moment, Echizen seemed to have figured out a lot of things, and his voice was full of power.

Echizen Nanjiro was originally thinking about how to revive his son's fighting spirit.

Unexpectedly, he walked out on his own in one night, which made Nanjiro very happy. His narrowed eyelids lifted up, and a smile flashed in his dark brown eyes.

However, although I was happy in my heart, I showed no mercy at all.

"Oh, it's really strange. After being beaten, I learned to respect your father again."

As he spoke, Echizen Nanjiro exerted a slight force on his waist, twisted his body and sat over. He looked at Ryoma who looked serious in front of him.

Echizen Ryoma pursed his lips and said nothing. He knew his father's character well. If he quarreled, it would be an endless day. It was better to keep watching him like this.

Looking at his son's stubborn eyes, Nanjiro quickly put away his smile.

"You brat, you have very nice eyes."

"Since you want to become stronger, then I will reluctantly accompany you to stretch your muscles."

"Thanks……"

With Nanjiro's permission, Ryū pulled his hat and then threw a tennis ball directly from his trouser pocket.

In the courtyard, the sound of fierce fighting between father and son could be heard from time to time.

In this way, Echizen Ryoma began to enter the special training session of Echizen Nanjiro.

……

ps: "Please give me a monthly ticket~"

(End of this chapter)