Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

"Well……"

Seeing her uncle's humiliating appearance, Nanako's face turned a little red.Beside him, Shiraishi, who knew Nanjirou's character, was not surprised.

"call!"

After laboriously removing the magazine from his face, Nanjiro saw the appearance of the person who came.He glared at him and said, "What are you doing here, kid, put me down quickly."

After a while, Shiraishi released Nanjiro.

On the other hand, Nanako put his luggage away and said, "You guys talk first, I'll cook for you."

"Tsk tsk..."

Hearing this, Nan Jiro couldn't help but slapped his mouth and said, "Seeing that there is no boy, my Nanako is gentle and can cook. Your boy is lucky."

"uncle!"

Nanako's face flushed, she let out a coquettish anger, and ran away.On the other hand, Shiraishi, who has been a human being in two lifetimes, has cultivated his face to a certain level, but he nodded calmly at the moment.

"You kid..."

Next to him, the barefooted Nanjiro rubbed his nose, looked at Shiraishi, and said meaningfully, "In the past few days, you must have encountered a lot of problems, right?"

Swish!

Immediately, Shiraishi was refreshed.

Minami Jiro, who seems to be smiling but not smiling, has just woken up. If it is said that in the original book, the alcoholic coach Shindao Mifune is the best candidate for training in a different dimension.

Those under him are not Kurobe, let alone Saito Takuji's coaches.It was the man in front of him, the legendary samurai.

"Dont look at me."

Nanjiro grabbed the newspaper, covered his face, and stared at the magazine cover on the newspaper. He shook his head and said, "I can see that you have found your way. My experience is not suitable for you."

"Old Fox!"

But Bai Shi couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Indeed, the most suitable for Nanjiro's path is Echizen Ryoma, who was cultivated by him since childhood and instilled in the concept of tennis.But to say that his experience is completely unsuitable for him is obviously prevarication and does not want to get into trouble.

"Let me think about..."

His thoughts turned, and in his mind, he couldn't help recalling Nanjiro's preferences.But what made him smile bitterly was that the old man seemed to have two hobbies, one was the 'scriptures' he was reading now, and the other was to tease his son.

Thinking of this, Shiraishi shook his head with a wry smile.He can't go to the roadside stall and buy a few 'scriptures' for this guy, right?

"Eh, wait."

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something.

In the original book, there seems to be such a bridge.Inoue of the tennis magazine visited Echizen's house after learning the identity of Echizen Ryoma.

Nanjiro refused his question, but Inoue was not reconciled, so Nanjiro asked a question. As long as he could hit the tennis behind him once, he would answer a question 897.

"That's it!"

With a swish, Shiraishi's eyes lit up involuntarily.

"Uncle Nanjiro."

"what's up?"

Minamijiro lowered the newspaper slightly and glanced at Shiraishi casually.But he was taken aback by the scorching gaze of the other party, and he protected his mouth with some conditioned reflex, and said, "You, what do you want to do, kid?"

"Contest!"

Shiraishi's eyes were burning, and he said without concealing his fighting intent, "Let's have a game."

"Contest?"

Nanjiro was stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately and said with a smile: "You are a little clever. But it's okay, I'll have dinner soon, and move my muscles first."

Standing up, he picked up the maroon racket on the shelf and said with a smile, "Boy, if you can get a point from me, I'll tell you how to exercise that ability."

"it is good!"

That's what Shiraishi wanted.

He has confidence in himself, and what Inoue can't do doesn't mean he can't do it.Even if he loses, it is a rare game experience to be able to play against a master of Nanjiro's level.

Moreover, he may not lose!

Chapter [-] Shiraishi vs Minamijiro

yard.

Not far from the small clock tower, in front of the main entrance of the temple, Nanjiro chose a field and transformed it into a stadium.

"It really is……"

Standing on the court, looking at the temple not far away, Shiraishi was suddenly speechless.I really don't know what kind of expression the old monk will have when he comes back.

"I'm afraid it will feel that the entrustment is inhuman."

After all, Echizen Nanjiro, I am afraid that no one but himself knows what he is thinking.

"It's on, teen!"