Legendary tennis, starting from signing up to talent

As he spoke.

Beichuan took out a tennis ball from his pocket.

When he placed it in front of him.

A bright light burst out from the tennis ball in an instant.

He suddenly threw it into the air.

Like the rising sun.

While the cross racket in his hand was spinning, he suddenly held it in his forehand.

He jumped up and swung the racket fiercely.

Bang!

After a sound like the beginning of the world appeared.

The ball of light shot directly to the opposite side of the court.

The next moment.

Boom!!!

At the moment the tennis ball landed.

A bright light shone, a huge roar sounded one after another, and the boiling air waves and dust like mushroom clouds hit everyone present.

"And the name of this skill is--"

"Light hitting the ball!"

When everyone came to their senses.

Beichuan had already walked out of the tennis club.

There is no way.

After all, he is the leader of the investment in Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School and the tennis club here.

Now that the infrastructure is completed, a series of matters need to be communicated by him in person.

For example, he needs to submit the tennis training base personnel qualification certificate and many materials to the Neon Tennis Association to prove this matter.

Of course.

So far.

As for desserts, Beichuan can only reach the SS point stage for the time being.

After all, he is still in a period of rapid growth and development.

Almost every period of time, he will change to a certain extent.

This is harmless for the use of regular desserts.

But for high-level desserts, it is quite troublesome.

You can't correct the desserts in two days.

If you have that time, it is better to polish the basics as much as possible and improve your skills.

In addition.

The reason why Beichuan has almost never used the sweet spot technique so far.

It is mainly because he wants to feel the talent now.

Rather than crushing his opponent.

After all, in the original work, all the junior high school students in Japan knew very little about the sweet spot technique before entering the U-17 training camp in Japan.

If it was really to sweep the opponent, then Beichuan didn't even need to come to Japan.

"What a strong ball!"

"If it hits the body, it will hurt, right?"

Swallowing his saliva, the Jackal Sangyuan exclaimed with a slight stutter.

He even suspected that if he was allowed to receive a light shot with the same strength, there is a high probability that he would be injured first before he could perfectly bounce it back.

"In a sense."

"Junior Beichuan is just like the previous ghost senior, who has been letting the water go."

"After all, if this kind of ball is really used, it will be even more helpless than a crushing defeat."

After taking a deep breath, Marui Bunta couldn't help but smack his lips and said.

Well, the bubble gum went down smoothly again.

"Okay."

"Let's start practicing."

Sanada Genichirō straightened his baseball cap, picked up the black iron sweet spot bat and walked towards an empty court.

As for the others, they didn't waste any more time.

They could even be said to be eager to start training their sweet spot techniques.

......

On the other side.

On the road from Shitenhoji Temple in Osaka to the Tokyo Metropolitan Neon Tennis Association.

A Toyota car that looked like an antique and almost had two tires in a scrapyard was driving slowly on the small road.

Black exhaust gas was constantly gushing out of the exhaust pipe.

Watanabe Osamu, wearing a beige fisherman's hat, held a toothpick in his mouth, one hand on the car window, the other on the steering wheel, humming a tune.

"Hey!"

"Xiao Xiu~!"

"Is this still China?"

And on the right side of the road, Toyama Kintaro, with white bandages wrapped around his hands and legs, wearing a leopard print vest and running shoes, was following closely.

This is the second day since the two of them left Shitenhoji Temple.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Are you afraid that I will sell you?"

Watanabe Shu smiled with his head tilted.

"You didn't say that you would leave for the county meeting the next day~"

"My mom promised to buy me a super delicious giant takoyaki!"

Toyama Kintaro complained loudly with a pursed mouth, as if he was full of resentment.

"Then don't you want to play tennis with Kitagawa?"

Looking at the road sign in front of him, Watanabe Shu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He turned and asked Toyama Kintaro outside the car with a smile.

"I want to play with Nanchuan."

"But I want to eat super delicious giant takoyaki more!"

"Xiao Xiu, you have to compensate me for super delicious giant takoyaki!!!"

Toyama Kintaro is now in a state of depression.There is only takoyaki in the car.

Although he will take a break at the service area on the way.

He will even rest in the hotel at night.

During this period, he also ate a lot of takoyaki.

However, even so, he still misses it.

"Okay~~~"

"I'll pay!"

"But you need to go to Tokyo to buy you the super delicious takoyaki that is the most invincible and unstoppable in Neon."

Watanabe Osamu is now different from the past.

His back straightened up.

Because of the investment of the super large tennis club.

So the gold wrist he made for Shiraishi Kuranosuke before was reimbursed.

In addition, the price of gold is soaring now.

It is a big profit.

But even so, this guy is still reluctant to replace the trembling Toyota car.

After all, spend when you should spend and save when you should save.

"Is it really the most delicious takoyaki in Neon?"

Kintaro Toyama, who always has trouble saying other people's names correctly, said every word of the takoyaki that Watanabe Osamu only said once.

It can be seen how much he loves takoyaki.

"Of course!"

Watanabe Osamu nodded, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and immediately rolled up the car window.

After all, they are about to enter Tokyo.

If they continue like this, they will be deducted points.

It was around two o'clock in the afternoon.

This broken Toyota and Kintaro Toyama finally entered the city after more than 500 kilometers.

Just when Watanabe Osamu was refueling the broken Toyota.

"Hyotei--"

"Win!!!!"

"Hyotei--"

"Win!!!!"

Kintaro Toyama, who was drinking water on the side of the road, heard a series of loud voices.

He looked in the direction of the sound.

"Puff!!!"

The mineral water that had just been drunk turned into a fountain and sprayed out.

As soon as I saw it.

The regular players of the Hyotei Academy tennis team were lined up with big bald heads, running towards the front with serious and cold expressions.

And the leader of the team, Atobe Keigo, shouted from time to time.

"What's wrong, Xiao Jin?"

After finally paying the gas money in a painful state.

Watanabe Shu was also attracted by the voice of Toyama Kintaro.

"Xiao Shu~"

"The monk team!"

"It's a bit friendly."

"I wonder if the abbot grandpa secretly bought takoyaki for me today..."

After Watanabe Shu came over.

Toyama Kintaro pointed at the Hyotei Academy who were getting farther and farther away and said seriously.

"..."

"Point to me?"