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Huh!

At the same time.

Sanada Genichirō on the opposite side also completed the swing.

The whole person is domineering and unparalleled!

The eyes covered by the baseball cap flashed with silent anger.

Obviously, he has a strong talent, but he wants to waste it at will.

This is just like himself in the past.

Self-righteous!

"Guarding the treasure as a cesspool is really a waste of money."

"Saito and Kurobe really have nothing to do. Inviting high school players after the autumn rookie competition has been proven by time."

"The result of making an exception is to become a negative example."

At this time.

Mifune Nyudo sneered.

He didn't care about Mori Jusaburo's thoughts at all, and directly sneered.

As the saying goes, jade cannot be made into a useful tool without being carved.

Even if you are imperial green or glass type, if you don't carve and dig.

In the end, you can only lie in the wilderness or in the sand and mud like a stone on the side of the road.

At this moment.

For the situation of Maori Jusaburo, drastic measures must be taken.

Of course.

This premise is that everyone in Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School can do this.

It seems to be picking faults, but it is actually training and taking advantage.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"I am not a negative example!"

It seems to have hit the sore spot.

Maori Jusaburo shouted directly with a serious face.

However.

Now he is actually quite confused.

Not long ago, he was still in the tennis club of the high school department of Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School preparing for the Kanto Tournament.

But he did not expect to receive an invitation to the Neon U-17 training camp inexplicably.

At first, I thought it was because of my excellence.

But after entering.

After a few days, he was thrown into the mountains.

And now he was easily scored by his former junior.

All these changes really caught him off guard.

Bang!

Maori Jusaburo served again.

This ball was filled with many complex emotions.

Unfortunately, it was still a little short.

Not long after.

Hisaishi Mori's serve ended hastily in this situation.

"A little short, a little short, why is it always a little short?"

"Is it really that I haven't made any progress?"

"Or has Sanada made more progress?"

"Yes! It must be!"

His thoughts became more and more chaotic, and he kept muttering to himself.

Even at this time, Hisaishi Mori was still making excuses for himself.

"Senior Mori."

"Lazy, skipping training, even if you train, it's almost the same."

"So, it's always a little short at the critical moment."

Sighed.

Sanada Genichirō said in a deep voice.

For now.

He didn't even try his best.

"Sure enough..."

"I'm not good at playing tennis..."

"That's it, I admit defeat and I won't play tennis anymore."

The next moment.

Maori Jusaburo smiled and threw the racket in his hand directly to the ground.

He bowed to Mifune Nyudo.

Then he walked straight down the mountain.

His back, which seemed to be relaxed, was now gloomy.

Whoosh!

Boom!

A tennis ball hit directly in front of Maori Jusaburo.

A deep pit was immediately blown out.

"Do you really think the U-17 training camp is a hostel? Come and go as you please?"

"Do you really think this result is perfect?"

"Then how will you repay those hard-trained opponents who were defeated by you?"

"Just because of your unappreciated talent, you wasted the opportunity they had been longing for day and night?"

"Come on, you are not the chosen son of heaven who can be invincible by joking, eating and sleeping, so stop complaining!"

Mifune Nyudo cursed with an unhappy face.

And the ball just now was the one he signaled to Kijujiro to hit.

Step...

Stopped in front of the deep pit.

Maori Jusaburo stared at the tennis ball in the pit in a daze.

The vague memories of his opponent gradually became clearer.

One after another, the unyielding voices seemed to echo in his ears at this moment.

"Damn... I'm so unwilling..."

"I will definitely train harder and beat you one day!"

"So what if I have strong talent? Even if tennis is a sport of talent, I will use 999% of my efforts to narrow the gap!"

"..."

At the same time.

The daily training figures of all the people in the tennis club of Rikkai University Affiliated Junior High School, the sweat they shed...

Everything became clearer.

"Hehe..."

"I'm such a bad guy!"

"A conceited coward and lazy worm."

"Even if Yukimura is sick, I just feel pity for him..."

Drop!

It was like tears dripping onto the ground.

Mori Jusaburo said in a slightly choked, hoarse voice.

The throbbing in the haze in his heart gradually ignited a cluster of fire.

"Inhale...exhale..."

After taking several deep breaths in succession.

Wipe away the tears with his arm.

I immediately turned around firmly and strode towards Mifune Nyudo.

"Coach Mifune."

"Please let me work hard here!"

The next moment.

Mori Jusaburo bowed 90 degrees to the other party and said loudly and seriously.

It was as if he wanted to wake up his sleeping self.

"Hmph!"

"What were you doing earlier?"

"Do you have to let those little brats win the last game? ”

“Hurry up and take the bucket down the mountain to fetch me some water.”

“Then wash the pile of loincloths over there.”

Rolling his eyes, Mifune Nyudo snorted coldly.

That expression was as unhappy as it could be.

“Yes!”

As soon as the words fell.

Mori Jusaburo quickly ran down the mountain with the wooden bucket.

“I hope I can hold on.”

Looking at Mori Jusaburo’s back, Yanagi Renji whispered softly to the people of Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School.

There was a slight flash of expectation in his eyes.

“What a sharp turn~!”

Yamato Yuta said with a faint smile.

“To put it bluntly, it’s just laziness.”

“The values ​​of victory are not correctly established.”

“After being whipped by reality, I woke up.”

Nakagawa Naochimichi said coldly, adjusting his glasses expressionlessly.

“This is what is called awakening.” "

Kijujiro added solemnly.

At this time.

Kirihara Akaya, who was not far away, also looked over.

It would have been fine if he hadn't looked at it. When he looked at it, he was almost scared.

He even thought he was dazzled.

But after rubbing it a few times, when he looked again, there was no change at all.

"No way?"

"Do you have to be so contrasted?"

"'Super scary from head to toe' senior, was actually moved to tears?"

"Is this tear gland a little too developed... um... gurgle..."

Before he could finish, Kitagawa Nao took out a bottle of red water from his pocket and poured it into Kirihara Akaya's stomach.

Then he fainted.