Kick me out of Qingxue, go to Bingdi to become a tennis mercenary

The ghosts beside him didn't have a good impression of Chen Fan.

After hearing Irie's words, he immediately retorted. "It's just at the level of junior high school students." "Tennis mercenaries are a joke at best."

"People who don't even have the qualifications to invite the u-17 training camp, the level of tennis will not be so high."

"Those who disturb the order and rules of the court should be punished and taught a lesson."

The ghost's tone was full of dissatisfaction and sternness, and his dissatisfaction and irritability could be heard from the tone.

He was in training, but was suddenly interrupted by the coaching staff and called to deal with such trivial matters as Court No. 15. He already had a bad impression of Chen Fan.

Now that he heard that Chen Fan was a tennis mercenary, his impression of Chen Fan was even worse.

How can something like tennis have anything to do with money?

Ghosts are originally children who grew up in an orphanage. In the orphanage, tennis is the source of happiness for the children and a good time for them.

In the mind of ghosts.

Tennis is the beauty in the hearts of children and the longing for children.

therefore.

Carrying the beautiful longing of the younger brothers and sisters in kindergarten.

He came to the u-17 training camp with the ambition to become "No. [-] in Sakura Country".

And in the u-17 training camp where masters gathered, he won everyone except Shuji Taneshima.

He is currently the strongest person in the u-17 training camp.

therefore.

The coaching staff chose to let him go to Court No. 15 and 'please leave' Chen Fan. After 10 minutes.

After passing through the winding field.

Oni, Irie and Tokugawa finally came to the No. 15 court in front of them.

however.

When they appeared in Court No. 15.

The truth is that they were all taken aback. "this!!?"

"Is this Court 15?"

before.

On Court 15, tennis balls are spread all over the court.

on the ground.

A hundred or so high school students were lying on the ground, groaning in pain.

Some are directly comatose, fainted, and unconscious.

"Help! Help! Devil! This guy is a devil!"

Crying and shouting, several high school students staggered towards the ghost and the three of them.

Roll and climb.

So embarrassed. "Whoosh!" All of a sudden.

A yellow spherical shadow rushed from behind them.

With a strong wind and air current, it landed precisely behind them. "Boom!" The tennis ball hit the ground.

In an instant, a strong air current exploded.

In an instant, several high school students who were running for their lives were thrown into the air.

With a "bang", he staggered and fell in front of the ghost and the other three.

I fell to the ground and couldn't afford to moan.

The three ghosts looked incredulously at the direction the ball came from.

A man in a black windbreaker stood in the middle of the court with a tennis racket on his shoulders.

All the high school students around him fell to the ground.

"This guy? Is it Chen Fan?"

Irie looked at Chen Fan and narrowed his eyes slightly, as if interested.

"Ok?"

It seems to feel something.

Chen Fan turned his head and looked in the direction of the three of them.

Three people are walking towards him.

The leader's face was serious, his eyes were fixed on Chen Fan, his body exuded an aura, obviously the scene just now made him angry, and he was trying his best to restrain himself.

The three of them didn't come here to make tea with Chen Fan to exchange feelings.

"It seems that this time I have stabbed a hornet's nest..."

"At first, I wanted to make a fortune and run away."

Chen Fan smiled helplessly, and stood quietly in the middle of the court, wanting to see what the three ghosts had to say.

The three of them came to Chen Fan.

Stand facing each other.

"Little ghost, this is not the place for you to come."

"You broke into the training camp without being invited and sabotaged the initial selection of new recruits. You have a very stubborn personality."

The ghost stared at Chen Fan with his murderous eyes, and his dissatisfaction could be clearly felt in his tone.

Tokugawa beside him remained silent.

"The rules of the training camp can't be broken casually."

"Although your idea of ​​auctioning tennis balls is very novel and your approach is very bold, but this is not acceptable~ no~"

Irie's tone was gentle, and he stretched out a finger and shook it.

"Can't you?"

"Then what do you say to do?"

Chen Fan raised his eyebrows, shrugged helplessly and said.

"Return all the auction money to these high school students."

"Pick up all the balls on the court, clean them up, and I can act as if nothing happened."

The ghost's face remained the same, and he said the solution.

Tokugawa and Irie, who were next to them, felt that the solution of ghosts was already trying their best to restrain their anger.

Otherwise, it might not be so simple with the emotion of the ghost coming over at the beginning.

Such a solution is not difficult.

Smart people should know how to give steps.

however.

Just when they thought that Chen Fan would accept it. "Repay the money?"

"Just let me pick up the ball, and I will charge you for cleaning the court." "What's the money?"

"Why should I pay back the money I earned?" "One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer." "Repaying the money? Impossible!"

Chen Fan's tone was firm, there was no need to discuss it, and he had already started complaining to ghosts in his heart.

joke!

More than 400 million!

And it was a well-designed "hijacking" plan.

It is all in exchange for the crystallization of wisdom and hard work!

Earn is hard-earned money!

Moreover.

It's in my pocket and you want to take it away?

Anyone who has known me for more than a day makes me laugh.

Hearing Chen Fan refuse.

The ghost's eyes were suddenly full of murderous intent.

Irie beside him was quite helpless, but he didn't say anything.

The atmosphere on both sides suddenly became tense.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze for an instant.

Both sides look at each other.

tension.

Repressed.

asphyxia.

At the touch of a hair.

"Do you want to go to hell?"

The ghost's tone revealed a trace of anger.

"If you don't charge tickets, I'd really like to see it."

Chen Fan still had a calm expression on his face, without any fear.

From the original above.