Pirate's Copy

Seeing Moen's words, Yukimura Seiichi and Kirihara Akaya, who were resting on the court, looked at each other.

"President, what do you think this means? Is the senior telling a joke?"

Kirihara's voice was a little weak. He couldn't imagine that the new members also played tennis, but the strongest in the world were just those guys in the U-17 who could be swept by them in five minutes?

Top Tennis Student: "Well, even though I have just come into contact with tennis, I still understand what U-17 means. Isn't it outrageous that the number one tennis player in our world can't compare to a high school student?"

Eiichiro Maruo had endless complaints in his heart, but he was usually very cautious and did not say it casually, only letting out a little bit of disbelief.

[Group Leader] Xiao Mengxin who is in a state of world destruction: " @Tennis top student, can your world's No. 1 knock people flying dozens of meters? Can you break the wall? Can you hit an illusion general with one ball? Can you kill people? Can you beat them until they lose all five senses and become immersed in dreams?"

Looking at a series of descriptions, Eiichiro Maruo felt that in other worlds, tennis was not a sport, but a war machine?

How could it be possible to knock someone away with one ball and break the wall? Create an illusion? Lose senselessness and immerse yourself in dreams?

Did you come to play tennis as a hypnotist? It also has a hypnotic effect!

[Ding, the group leader Lingyue uploaded a medium-sized memory copy: Tennis Top Student! 】

[Group Leader] Xiao Mengxin who is in a state of world destruction: "Everyone can take a look at the memory copy of the newcomer first. @Top Tennis Student, you can take a look at your memory copy, and then compare it with that of the tennis prince in the group Memory copies, except for the different ways of playing tennis in the two worlds, everything else is basically the same."

Looking at the newly uploaded memory copy, a group of hand speed monsters immediately rushed in, and Maruo Eiichiro also chose the immersion mode after hesitating for a few minutes.

In the world of Detective Conan, Moen is holding a cup of freshly ground coffee and looking at the drizzle outside, the smile on his face unchanged.

"Husband~"

Nami walked over lazily and pounced on Moen like a koala.

She and Moen were the only ones left at home. Ain and Robin ran away to nowhere. Lairila also learned cooking from Xiaolan, so she was invited to cook in the castle in the forest. , Moen and Nami did not go with them, they still stayed at home.

"What's wrong? Have you slept?"

Moen hugged Nami with his backhand, hooked a chair with his long legs, hugged Nami and sat down.

"Tell me, what are the two little guys doing now? We have been out for a month or two."

It was the first time she had been away from her child for such a long time. Nami felt that she, as a mother, had an obligation to care for her child.

Moen's eyes twitched, he sighed softly, and flicked his fingers on Nami's forehead.

Even if he let go, he never expected that it would take nearly two months for Nami to think of his children.

With a wave of his hand, a light curtain appeared out of thin air. In the light curtain, two gray-faced little guys were crawling forward, as if they were carrying out some sacred mission. Their faces were very serious.

"It seems that these two little guys have escaped Teacher Zefa's detection and are now preparing to run out of Malinfando."

Moen had paid attention to the situation of his two children before and found that they tried to escape from Mariejoia several times, but they were stopped by Zefa and Garp who came to help out for fun.

"Yeah, since you're healthy, there's no need to look at it."

Nami was very satisfied and huddled in Moen's arms like a cat. Although she was powerful, the coolness of this world still needed the warmth of her husband's arms!

Moen hugged Nami, picked up the coffee in one hand and continued to savor it, and then opened the chat interface of the dimensional chat group. As he expected, everyone felt like they were exploding!

Azusagawa Sakuta: "Compared to Echizen Ryoma, the protagonist in Kirihara's world, I feel that Eiji is the one who really plays tennis!"

Kosaka Kyosuke: “I wholeheartedly agree with this!”

A genius who inherited the blood of the so-called samurai has grown from a regional player to a world-class player in one year. I think this is too much cheating!

Rong'er is still logical, taking the road step by step and eating one bite at a time.

In the tennis court, Maruo Eiichirogi blankly packed up the sandwich he had just dropped. The impact of the copy of the Prince of Tennis Memory was far from over.

It turns out that tennis can be played like this?

It turns out that tennis balls are even more lethal than guns!

It turns out that if you are hit by a tennis ball, you will be hit dozens of meters high and fly dozens of meters away!

It turns out that an ordinary player can easily penetrate the enemy's racket and break the barbed wire fence!

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At this time, Eiichiro Maruo even had an idea. If playing tennis was really like this, what else would he be training for?

After several years of hard work, I am afraid that even Horio, who has been playing tennis for two years, cannot beat him!

After calming down, Maruo Eiichiro officially changed his name. He really couldn't bear the words "honor student". After all, he was just a beginner now. Even if he reached the top, he was just the starting point for others. .

Eiichiro Maruo: " @Kirihara Akaya, senior, maybe I won't be able to practice tennis with you. It may be impossible for my skills to connect to your casual serve."

After all, in his eyes, Tsutomu Egawa's serve, which was as fast as lightning, might just be a regional-level bullet serve among the Prince of Tennis.

To say it is higher, it is at most a weak national level.

In another tennis court, Yukimura Seiichi looked at the junior next to him who was obviously blushing, and immediately understood what he was thinking, and couldn't help but feel a little funny.

"President Yukimura, he, he called me senpai! Can I also be called senpai? Can I also be called senpai?"

Chiya felt very excited. He has always been a junior who was taken care of in the tennis club. Even if he joined the dimensional chat group and his strength increased to an epic level, it still could not change his situation of being a junior who was taken care of.

Now, a newcomer who is about the same age as his president actually calls himself senior!

"Xiao Chi, since people call you senior, why don't you show some respect?"

Looking at the excited junior, Yukimura raised his lips slightly, he was the Son of God who was completely black when cut open!

"That's right!"

Kirihara nodded seriously, then opened the chat group and started filtering.

He is extremely powerful. As far as the appraisal is concerned, he is well-deserved to be at the planet level at this time. It is just a joke to say that other people can blow up a planet with one ball. Kirihara's serious full-strength ball is really enough to blow up an asteroid. of.

"Yes, UU Reading www.uukａnshu.net He has just started, so let's give this to him."

Kirihara Akaya: " @Maruo Eiichiro, you have just started to learn tennis. It is definitely very important to pay attention to the basics. I will send you a basic tennis training. If you follow the training, you will not be better than you in that training." The base is different. I also give you a skill. Now that you are ready to play tennis, let’s continue to win on this road!”

Kirihara Akaya: "After all, aren't you already ready to promise your parents, and Takazaki Natsu who gives you moral support, that you will reach the top?"

[Ding, Kirihara Akaya sent a designated red envelope to the designated person: Maruo Eiichiro! 】

[Ding, Eiichiro Maruo has received the red envelope! 】

Looking at the detailed plan that suddenly appeared in his hand, before Maruo Eiichiro could react, his body seemed to suddenly be enlightened, and his mind automatically began to practice a method of using the ball!

[Ding, congratulations on acquiring the skill: Knuckle Serve! 】

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