Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

"Well……"

The moment he heard 'darkness', the young man with a beard, Albert, had a hint of fear in his pupils.

"Forget it, it's really boring."

In an instant, his face returned to normal, he waved his hand, turned around and left... And after he left, Amadeus' eyes that had never been opened opened a gap.

The light flashed quietly, and the cold voice sounded like three or nine days: "Okinawa, Japan? Oh, Byodoin, I hope you won't let me down in this year's World Cup."

France.

Paris Sports Center.

In the library, looking at the message displayed on the text message sent by a friend, the young man with brown curly hair lit up.

"A junior high school student? It seems that the real tennis revolution is not far away."

After speaking, he buried himself in the book.

The above content is not the content of sports competition, nor is it a detailed explanation of tennis tactics.It is the record book of war, which records the rise and fall of European civilization from ancient times to the present.

When his eyes were dry, the young man put down his book and looked at the lights in the distance.In his mind, the words spoken by the leaders of the Eastern Revolution could not help but emerge.

"A prairie fire?"

In his eyes, a red flame could not help but rise: "My tennis revolution will definitely succeed!"

Spain.

Madrid Sports Center.

A young man with long black hair and a pale and thin face looked down at the racket in his hand by the streetlight.

In his mind, the terrifying battle a year ago came to mind.

5.3 That ball ruined his life.Let him lie in the hospital for a whole year.

beep!

At this moment, the phone he placed on the stairs rang.Seeing the above news, his eyes lit up.

"A junior high school student?"

There was a flame in his eyes.

That involuntarily trembling left hand grabbed the racket and swung it again with extreme difficulty.

One year!

A year later, the name of his Medanore will return to the world again!

Moisturizing is silent.

With the news that Reinhardt was injured, a powerful Japanese junior high school student appeared in the eyes of the powerhouses of various countries.Although the name is unknown, people's eyes are more on the Captain America.

But the seeds have been planted, and one day, the name of that junior high school student will be deeply imprinted in their minds.

Chapter [-] The Nanjiro Family

Tokyo, Kuwata Town.

This is an ordinary residential area, and the most eye-catching is the old building in the distance.According to legend, this is a temple built during the Meiji Restoration period. After a long period of time, it was passed down to the master of this generation, Hong Yishi, but he accepted a very unscrupulous temple-watching monk.

Since about three or four years ago, people have often seen a middle-aged monk riding a bicycle haunting this area.

On the front basket of the car, sometimes fresh vegetables are placed from time to time.But more often, people will always see this monk's car loaded with magazines that are not suitable for teenagers.

However, no matter how people reminded him, the monk turned a deaf ear.After a long time, people will take it easy, too lazy to remind.

Crunch!

A beige-colored taxi stopped in front of the temple, and a beautifully dressed young girl and a tall young man got out of the car. It was Shiraishi and Nanako who had come all the way from the train station.

"Zang Zhisuke, this is my uncle's house."

Nanako pointed at the gate and said with a blushing face: "This turned out to be a temple, but after handing it over to my uncle to manage, he built this house next to it."

"Ah."

Shiraishi nodded, this is a typical publicity for personal gain.I don't know if the old abbot who told the temple to Nanjiro knew that he would come from the place he traveled around.

At the moment, the two entered the door and came all the way to the small courtyard.

In front of you is the striking small clock tower in the original book.Half a person high, square pavilion, there is a big bell inside, the bell swayed from side to side, looked carefully, but it was tied to a dark foot.

"uncle!"

Seeing Nanjiro's unrepentant look, Nanako couldn't help but said, "There are guests here."

"Ah, ah?"

Immediately, Nanjiro was shocked and stood up.But he forgot that a piece of wood was still tied to his feet, and his whole body was tilted and planted directly towards the ground.

However, because the rope was tied to his feet, he stopped when he was still a little away from the ground.Like a monkey hanging upside down on a tree, dangling in front of Shiraishi and Nanako.

Snapped!

At this time, the magazine printed with the word [-]x flew down and slapped on Nanjiro's face.