Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

This young man is handsome and sunny, and with this outfit and racket, he has attracted the attention of many passing girls.

"Losing?"

Shiraishi didn't observe too much, but turned to look at his friend: "How did you lose?"

"Playing ball..."

Xiong Yi muttered.

"A few more than a few."

"Being shaved..."

This time, it was Shiraishi's turn to be surprised.

With Xiong Yi's physical advantage, even if he loses to the opponent, he shouldn't lose so badly, right?

"Let's go."

Xiong Yi didn't want to stay here too long. After all, it wasn't his personality that he was still grinding after losing.If you can't afford to lose, can you still be called a man?

"and many more."

But just as he was about to leave, Baishi shook his head and said, "You hit, but I haven't hit yet."

"You boy."

Xiong Yi was a little bit angry, and Bai Shi weighed a few pounds. How could he not know?Not to mention the other party, even in his hands, he can't last for twenty minutes, a proper beginner tennis rookie.

"Oh? Are you going to fight us?"

The horse-faced youth raised the corner of his mouth and said, "But, your friend has already used your two practice time to make a bet, and you have no chips."

"racket."

"what?"

Shiraishi turned around, looked at him calmly, and said, "I lost, this racket is yours."

"Are you crazy?"

Xiong Yi stared at him with wide eyes, but he knew how much Baishi suffered for this racket.

"I'm not crazy."

Shiraishi shook his head lightly, this dream made him realize a lot of things.The touch of his arm to the racket is still there. That's what he's been exercising for ten years. It's not wrong.

Besides, it's good to lose.With his strength in the dream, if he can't even deal with this kind of rookie, then there is no point in continuing to play.

Thinking of this, he continued: "How about it, bet?"

"What kind of gambling?"

The horse-faced youth was quite interested. From his eyes, he could naturally see that the racket in Shiraishi's hand was very valuable.At least, a few thousand is indispensable.

"I lost, the racket for you."

Baishi didn't care about Xiong Yi's opinion at all, and said, "If you lose, give back the time my friend lost."

"Boss, look..."

The horse-faced youth did not immediately agree, but ran to the white-clothed youth to ask.

"can."

"Got it!"

The horse-faced youth raised the corner of his mouth, holding the racket and was about to play.

"and many more."

Baishi raised his brows lightly and said, "Are you my opponent?"

"It's strange!"

The horse-faced youth jokingly said, "It's not me or who, is it possible that you want to play against our boss?"

"what happened?"

Realizing that something was wrong, Shiraishi turned to look at his friend.Xiong Yi opened his mouth, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I just lost to him, you kid, I'd better apologize."

He didn't think that Shiraishi was the opponent's opponent from the beginning.

"interesting."

However, there was a smile on Shiraishi's face.

Grasping the racket in his hand, he walked to the court, leaving Xiong Yi with a calm back.

Xiong Yi has only seen this feeling on TV.

Those people are all masters of masters.

"Master? What am I thinking about..."

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Xiong Yizhi shook off the unrealistic thoughts, but when he saw Baishi who took out a tennis ball and patted it lightly, his eyes deepened a bit: "But this kid seems to be really different... "

At this time, a lot of people watching the excitement gathered around the stadium.