Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

The young man at the head was combing the nose of the plane and weighing a big stick in his hand, and he was obviously a veteran of fighting.

"Onitsuka, you guy finally came out."

The corners of the yellow hair's mouth were raised, and he looked deeply at the aircraft head opposite.He waved his hand, and the guys behind him took out the machete attached to his waist.

"Really?"

The head of the plane called Onizuka's eyes trembled. He didn't expect that the other party would dare to take out this kind of thing in the school.

"Little devil."

Seeing this, Onizuka shook his head involuntarily and said, "Let's go, this is our grievance, and it has nothing to do with you."

"Walk?"

On the opposite side, Huang Mao grinned and said with a sneer, "No one wants to leave without Lao Tzu's permission."

"Well……"

Hearing this, Onizuka, the head of the plane, and the black coats behind him all changed their expressions.Obviously, things are going to be difficult today.

The air seemed to freeze, and the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

"Give it to me!"

Suddenly, the yellow hair opened his mouth, and the youths behind him rushed forward fiercely.

"Follow me!"

Onizuka gritted his teeth and rushed up with a baseball bat.

"and many more!"

Unexpectedly, Kintaro stopped him, shook his head and said, "Be careful..."

Chi!

Suddenly, a ray of light shot from behind them, and with a thud, it landed in front of Huang Mao and the others.

boom!

As if a cannonball exploded, the expressions of several people changed suddenly, and their movements suddenly stopped.Looking down at the mirror-like shattered ground beneath their feet, several people couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

grumble...

At this time, there was a yellow-black thing that seemed to be burnt and rolled to Huang Mao's feet.He fixed his eyes, and his pupils could not help shrinking.

"Net, tennis...?"

tread!tread!

Steady footsteps came, and at the same time, a clear voice sounded: "You people from Xiyingzhong Middle School, don't you have a long memory?"

Chapter [-] Poison Hands

The voice fell.

A silver-haired youth wearing a yellow-green coat appeared in front of everyone. On his bandaged left hand, he held a silver racket. It seemed that he played the tennis before.

"You guy."

Opposite, a young man with dyed green hair widened his eyes and said arrogantly, "Are you courting death?"

"and many more!"

Who knows, the yellow hair stopped him and shook his head.

In the depths of his pupils, a few heart palpitations flashed.Looking at the opposite, the silver-haired guy, the horrible memory in his mind opened again.

At that time, he had just entered the first year of junior high school and joined the worst club in the school.

Once, he and his seniors came to the park.

There, someone is playing tennis.Among them, there are many young and beautiful girls. The senior was excited and was about to approach him, but he was rejected by the girl.

The senior was very angry and said that no one was allowed to go out.Who knows, the loud noise woke up the sleeping boy on the grass next to him.

At that time, the silver-haired guy stood up, walked forward with the racket, and stopped in front of the girls.

His senior laughed.

But Huang Mao knew that that was the most angry look of the 177 senior.He seemed to have guessed something and was about to enjoy the show, but because of a stomachache, he sneaked away.

But when he came back, he saw the seniors who were lying on the ground, screaming constantly.On the ground, there was only a tennis ball rolling gently.

Since then, his seniors have withdrawn from the club.

Moreover, when leaving, he told them not to provoke tennis players.

Especially...the Sitianbao Temple!

Swish!

He shuddered suddenly, and his eyes trembled as he looked at the person opposite him.The appearance of the other party gradually overlapped with the figure two years ago.

It's him!

The guy who plays tennis!