Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

Master!

Moustache's heart sank slightly.

This role also has a place in the u-17.

However, the main purpose of his trip was not to play games.The persecution just now was just to find the person in charge on the opposite side, but obviously, these people are not of the same mind.

"Then 1.7 looks like, no one can take this thing?"

He held up a badge, which shone brightly in the sunlight, but he couldn't see it carefully, he could only vaguely see the pattern on it.

call out!

At this time, a tennis ball flew in the distance.

The speed is not fast, and the rotation changes are irregular, but the moustache is startled in a cold sweat.

Because no matter how hard he thinks and does, it can't change the fact that tennis is aimed at his wrist.

Bang!

Tennis hit the wrist, and under the pain, the badge in Moustache's hand could no longer be held, and it was shaken and flew out.

Snapped!

Not far away, a figure with tall and straight silver hair reached out and grabbed it.

At the same time, a dull voice came: "Go back and tell him, I will take over this game!"

Chapter [-] Junior High School Student Union

He is back……

Mustache and Matsudaira Kinhiko were shocked, and a trace of fear flashed in their eyes.They never imagined that the person who ordered him would face this person directly.

"well."

Moustache couldn't hide the tremor in his heart at all, and his voice trembled a little when he spoke.After speaking, for fear that the other party would have another order, he quickly patted Matsudaira who was stiff next to him, turned around and left.

This……

The junior high school students were stunned.

Are these the two people who were so arrogant just now?

"White, Shiroishi..."

On the other hand, the members of the Sitianbao Temple cast their gazes upon hearing the voice.

Chitose, Caiqian, Ishida, Xiaochun.

Of the original eight people, only four remained because of the internal fighting.As for Kintaro, he went to challenge Yukimura.

And those who stayed in the dormitory fell into confusion.Although Chitose is in the top 13, it is not as strong as Yukimura, Tezuka and others. The national champion Sitenbaoji lost his right to speak for a while.

Well now, their backbone is back.

"Everyone is fine."

Shiraishi walked out of the shade of the tree and looked at the few people with relief.Especially Caiqian, it seems that he has grown a lot in this day.

After a little chat, he walked over to say hello to the others.Yukimura and the others nodded and looked at his right hand curiously.

"This is the gauntlet."

Baishi smiled and said, "A senior who has competed before. When he knew I was here, he sent someone to bring this thing to me."

He opened his hand, and inside was a golden badge.Surrounded by flame patterns, in the center is a word 'war'.

"interesting."

Sanada's eyes lit up. He practiced kendo since childhood and integrated it into tennis. He felt a familiar atmosphere from this badge.The person who engraved this badge is definitely a master of kendo.

He looked at Baishi, raised his brows, and said, "I didn't expect you to have friends here too."

"no no."

Baishi shook his head and said with a half-smile, "There may be some old friends of yours in this place."

"Old friend..."

Sanada seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes sank.Yukimura patted his shoulder, shook his head and said, "I don't know if that senior is here or not, and my illness has nothing to do with him. You and Liu, don't mess around."

The conversation between the two was quite mysterious, but even if everyone was curious, they did not dare to ask the two big men of Lihai.

Since Shiraishi returned, everyone went to the restaurant to have a big meal in order to celebrate (no money anyway).

Then, it was divided into dormitories or something.

Surprisingly, Shiraishi was assigned to Kadowaki, Qianshi, and Kanyuki's dormitories.As for this new boss, the three of them were also a little excited. After all, in this dorm, there was a strong backer, and they felt more secure.

In the evening, after dinner, Shiraishi, in the name of the promoter of the junior high school student union, informed everyone to gather.

"White Rock."

Entering the door, Jibu, who was wearing the royal pajamas, pinched his ears and said straight to the point: "What do you mean by your junior high school league? You should know that this uncle never likes to be instructed."

Everyone here knows this.