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Chapter 13 The first day of school for new students
  Time flies, winter turns to spring, and April comes in the blink of an eye.

It’s the first day of school for new students at Fudomine Middle School.

A young boy with a white scarf tied on his head got off the bus, followed the directions of the street signs, and walked along the crowd towards Fudomine Middle School.

The journey was very short, and after turning two intersections, the school gate suddenly appeared in front of Ishida Tetsu.

Red banners welcoming new students were hung high, and bustling crowds of people passed below.

A majestic man in a neat suit stood in the most conspicuous position at the school gate, with a warm smile on his face and constantly saying hello to everyone.

Ishida Tetsu carefully looked at the scene in front of him. He had just arrived in Tokyo from Kansai and was unfamiliar with everything around him.

At this time, a voice came from the front.

"Students from Class 3, Grade , please come and assemble at No. !"

Ishida Tetsu followed the sound and looked.

In front of the sign with the number 3, an old student wearing a black uniform raised his arms and shouted loudly. The golden armband was particularly conspicuous on his shoulders.

In other areas, there were also old students with gold armbands shouting about different classes, while the freshmen lined up in different teams according to the class divisions.

Ishida Tetsu quickly checked the class written on the admission notice, and then walked towards the crowd of Class 3.

In the team, everyone gathered in small groups. Most of them were promoted from Fudamine Elementary School.

Many of them know each other and are already thinking about their future lives in junior high school.

Ishida Tetsu stood alone in the team, looking a little out of place.

In front of the third team, a young man with dark red hair looked around curiously, his red slanted bangs fluttering gently as his head turned.

His name is Akira Kamio.

"We're going to take a tour of the campus and then go back to the classroom."

Laosheng explained the upcoming itinerary to everyone, and then after counting the number of people, he led the team to set off in a mighty manner.

Fudomine Middle School has a history of more than 50 years since its establishment. The campus is full of tall trees with tall branches and beautiful scenery.

In this season, the branches and leaves of the trees are very dense, and some fearless birds will fly down from the branches and hover above the heads of the newborns.

"That's the school auditorium in front. Large-scale events are usually held in the auditorium."

"On the right is the gymnasium, which has a swimming pool!"

Every time they passed by, the old students would give a brief introduction, which would lead to discussions among the freshmen, their faces full of excitement.

Soon the team approached the tennis court, and there was a faint sound of tennis balls being hit.

But at this time, the old student who was supposed to introduce the situation of the tennis club silently closed his mouth and quickened his pace.

boom! boom! boom!
  The sound gradually became clearer, and when they reached the green iron net, the freshmen saw a man standing on the bottom line of the tennis court serving the ball.

Across the court, triangular cones of different colors are scattered in various locations.

I saw this man jumping up slightly, swinging his bat, and then falling down.

The tennis ball turned into an afterimage and knocked down the triangular cone, and the triangular cone knocked down was the same color every time.

"Such a fast ball speed!" Akira Kamio, who was walking in front, immediately slowed down and watched the serving practice on the court with bright eyes.

With just one swing, he was able to serve so quickly.

Is Fudomine’s tennis club so powerful? This is completely different from what the newspaper said!

At this time, Tetsuya Ishida, who was behind the team, looked at the serve on the tennis court in surprise.

"What an amazing strength!"

The sound of the tennis ball hitting the triangular cone is very thick, which means that the hollow of the triangular cone is stuffed with something.

But even so, the triangle cone was still knocked down easily, which shows how powerful the tennis ball is.

The team of Class 1 and Grade 3 quickly left the tennis court area.

Teams from other classes followed closely behind.

Hearing the sound coming from the tennis court, a young man turned his head slightly.

Underneath the dark blue hair was an expressionless face, as if wearing a false ceramic mask, exuding a cold aura.

No one wanted to get close to him, and there was almost no space around him.

But when he saw the scene on the court, a strange light appeared in the young man's eyes.

"What a great ball control."   At the gate of Fudomine School.

Masako Mizushima, who was wearing a crisp suit, found a deserted corner and gently massaged his cheeks, which had stiffened from laughter, with his hands.

“Many fewer freshmen signed up this year.”

His face couldn't stop twitching when he thought about the mess the previous principal had left him.

But Mizushima Shojo was no longer a rookie, and the resentment in his heart only remained for a moment.

He knew that his most important job now was to restore Fudo Peak's reputation in a timely manner.

It is precisely for this reason that he personally went to the school gate to greet the new students on the first day of school, and also arranged for members of the student union to guide the new students to visit the campus.

This is all about leaving a good impression in the minds of students and parents.

"It's just that, if we want to restore Fudomine's reputation, we still have to start with the tennis club."

Mizushima Masako fell into deep thought and couldn't help but stop rubbing his face.

Today is also the admission day for freshmen at Youth Academy.

The young and beautiful girls put on their spring and summer school uniforms, with pairs of slender and fair bodies under short skirts, forming a fresh and beautiful scenery.

At this moment, inside the Qingxue Tennis Club.

The players lined up neatly, with Coach Ryuzaki standing in front of the team.

Last year's third-year members have all graduated, leaving the positions of minister and deputy minister vacant.

Before new students join the club, the organizational structure of the tennis club needs to be redefined.

Sumire Ryuzaki took out a list and scanned everyone in the tennis club.

After a while, she slowly spoke.

"The position of president of the Qingxue Tennis Club will be taken over by third-year student Kunio Aoda."

As soon as he finished speaking, the third-year members around Aoda Kunio burst into cheers, and he also looked overjoyed.

"Thank you, Coach Ryuzaki, I will definitely lead the club well!"

Kunio Aoda immediately stepped forward happily and bowed to Sumire Ryuzaki to express his gratitude.

Sumire Ryuzaki nodded slightly and prepared to continue announcing the candidate for deputy minister.

"Vice President of Qingxue Tennis Club."

Ryuzaki Sumire's voice had just sounded, and third-year Komine Haruya silently puffed up her chest.

He was the first person of his generation to join the tennis club. In terms of qualifications, it was his turn to be the deputy minister.

"Let second-year Tezuka Kunimitsu take over!"

"Thanks--"

Komine Haruya was about to say thank you when she suddenly realized that the person who served as the deputy minister was not her, and the foot she had just lifted fell down again in embarrassment.

‘Putting a second-year guy as deputy minister? Why? ’

In front of the gate of Lihai University, a group of people gathered around.

"A lot of people."

The boy with burgundy hair walked slowly through the crowd.

A kid with hair as long as a kelp head stood on the high wall.

He raised his chin high, pointed a finger at the sky, and shouted with great arrogance:

"I want to be number one!!!"

The young man yawned lazily, tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes, and his slightly curly burgundy hair trembled slightly as his head fell back.

"The students at Rikkai University are really energetic, which is completely different from Shitenhoji Temple."

　I used to think that Tezuka was the director of Seigaku in his second year, but when I re-watched King of the Net, I realized that Tezuka was just the deputy director at that time.

　　This surprised me a little, but when I thought about it later, it was quite reasonable. It also explained part of the reason why Qingxue couldn't get good results before.

　　The next chapter is going to be late. I haven't finished writing it yet. My hand speed is too slow. It's only two thousand words, but it took me nearly five hours to complete it.

　　(I probably won’t be able to finish it, so don’t wait any longer, kids. I’ll post all three chapters together on the evening of the 4th.)
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)