【Summary】The Canyon Summoner plays tennis at Rikkai University

It was past eleven when Karasuma Gaki came to the club.

Yukimura had already prepared the training menu for himself and Sanada.

He practiced his own training list every day. Although the training list changed from childhood to adulthood, he remembered it completely.

Yukimura was young now, so he would test it slowly according to his tolerance and then increase the training content.

As for Sanada's training list, Yukimura knew the training list of all the tennis club members in his three years of junior high school.

Yukimura also remembered it.

He remembered the training menus of Sanada, Niou, Bunta, Yanagi, Gaki and others.

Yukimura was holding a racket and feeding the ball to the little Yukimura and the little Sanada opposite.

Yukimura noticed the conspicuous white figure entering the court from the corner of his eye.

His fresh boyfriend who just came out of the oven yesterday was walking towards him with a pink dream in his arms.

He nodded slightly in the direction of Karasuma Gaki and continued to train the two children.

Karasuma Gaki raised his eyebrows and looked at Yukimura and Sanada in the small version.

Cute, I want to ravage them.

Yukimura won't allow it.

It was half past eleven, it was time for dinner.

Little Yukimura noticed that his new coach was walking towards the white-haired boy. The two must be good friends.

Because they walked out of the club hand in hand.

The coach and the children went home to eat. Today is the weekend.

"My space and skills are useless here. I asked someone to get more than 30,000. This time is different from the last time. The time loop will start every 6 hours. We will be put into any time point and may be separated again. I don't know where Bunta is now. Menghuan said it's far away. Let's split the money first."

Karasuma Gaki said a lot of things as if he was explaining his last wishes, and took out the handful of coins from his coat pocket.

Yukimura was pulled to a corner by Karasuma Gaki. After listening to his long explanation, he looked at the handful of money in his hand.

"We need to get some more money. Pokémon need to eat." Karasuma Gaki took out two 10,000 yen bills and stuffed them into Yukimura's hand.

"Let's find a restaurant to eat first." He took Yukimura's hand and left the club.

"How long did you give your training sheet to Kazuichiro?"

"Until I graduated from junior high school." Yukimura held Karasuma Gaki's hand and stuffed the two bills into his pocket.

"Let's go to the alley behind xx Street to get some money later~" Yukimura said in a good mood, holding Karasuma Gaki's hand and swinging it back and forth.

"Is there a bank there?"

"No, it seems there is a Yakuza den," Yukimura took Karasuma Gaki into a restaurant, "Let's eat at this one?"

"Okay."

"How did you know?" Karasuma Gaki found that the geographical location here seemed to be different from that of the fusion world.

"I just remembered it suddenly~ When I was very young, parents would tell us not to go near the alley behind xx street, because naughty children ran into the alley to play and disappeared."

They ordered a lot of dishes and packed a lot of them. They will go out to find a place to feed Pokémon later.

"But later, the house behind that alley seemed to have been demolished."

"Okay, this money is really not to be banned. More than half of it will be spent on eating more meals. I have to do more. This time it will take a total of 3*24 hours, which means that I will cross the time wormhole 12 times."

"I wonder how Bunta is doing?" Yukimura was a little worried about Bunta who was far away.

Bunta was running away at this time, avoiding the FBI's pursuit.

After the two finished their meal, they carried the takeaway boxes and turned into the small park, releasing all the Pokémon to feed.

Following Yukimura, they came to a remote alley in Kanagawa, which was very remote.

Behind the alley was an abandoned factory.

"Let's do it, Mew." Karasuma Gaki looked out of the abandoned factory and saw about a dozen people.

When Yukimura and Karasuma Gaki entered the factory, the dream-induced hypnosis ability controlled the people who noticed that both of them stood up and were about to move.

More than a dozen men were in a daze and stood still.

"Good luck?" Karasuma Gaki looked at the suitcases in the encirclement, "Just take the gold, the cash seems to be what they just robbed."

"Yeah."

The two put the gold in their pockets, and before evacuating, the dream-induced hypnosis person forgot about the gold.

The two thieves walked out of the alley with a smug look on their faces, without any guilt for having just done something bad.

They were just robbing thieves, they were professionals.

When the two went to the bank to exchange some cash, it was almost 1 o'clock.

Bunta had just finished his meal at Echizen's house.

Karasuma Gaki and Yukimura returned to the club, and Yukimura and Sanada had already returned.

[Customer service, if we intervene, will it change the outcome of the competition? ]

[No. ]

[Then we are here for sightseeing? ]

[Yes. 】

Karasuma Gaki did not play practice matches with the two.

He stared at Yukimura, who was practicing alone, and wondered if Yukimura knew.

BuntaI should have told him.

At exactly 2:00 p.m., when the time wormhole opened, Karasuma Gaki stepped forward and held Yukimura's hand, "It can't be changed."

"I'll try my best."

Seeing the two suddenly disappear, Yukimura and Sanada looked at each other, and saw shock in each other's eyes.

"He... I don't even know his name..." The 6-year-old Yukimura looked at the empty opposite court in a daze.

The brother who looks a lot like him.

He looked down at the training menu in his hand, and there was a thick stack in his storage cabinet.

The older brother said, according to the limit he can bear.

The older brother also said that he is a mental player, and there are projects specifically for mental training in the training list.

Bunta is waiting for a while to digest his food before playing a game of tennis with Echizen Ryoma.

The two were sitting on the lawn chatting, watching Echizen Ryoma, who is only three or four years old now, being played by his unscrupulous father.

It is known that there is no female star named Chris Wynyard here.

So, did he really go to a parallel world different from his first play in the second play?

Bumta, who was thinking about life problems, was frightened by the vortex that suddenly appeared in front of him like a black hole.

He turned his head to look at Echizen Ryoma who was sitting next to him, and he didn't notice anything.

"You can't see..." Before he finished speaking, the red-haired boy disappeared in front of Echizen Ryoma who turned his head.

"..." What happened?

[You disappeared, I will rationalize it in their memory, for example, you and Yukimura Seiichi left the club and never came back, and Marui Bumta went to the toilet and never came back. 】

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After a dizzy spell, Karasuma Gaki and Yukimura separated again.

Karasuma Gaki opened his red eyes and saw another tennis court.

The world of Prince of Tennis is full of tennis courts.

The tennis court where he was was deserted, and the court next door seemed to be lively.

Listening to the noisy English coming from the next court, he seemed to be thrown into Europe.

He looked at the time, two o'clock in the afternoon.

He pushed open the door of the court and came to the next court, "Oh? Is that... Xiao Jingang?"

Looking at the silver-haired child with a dusty face on one side of the court, he was getting up from the ground, holding the racket with both hands and turned around.

There was an unyielding fighting spirit in his big eyes.

The blond and blue-eyed children on the opposite side seemed to be laughing at Atobe's poor physical strength.

Atobe is a mixed-race of British and Japanese. Perhaps he is still young and his physical strength cannot keep up for the time being.

Karasuma Gaki entered the court and leaned against the high fence with his chest hugged.

Several blond children looked at him for a few times, with Eastern European looks.

"See how long you can hold on!" A child with slightly curly blond hair saw that the white-haired boy who suddenly entered the court had no intention of intervening, and opened his mouth to continue the game with Atobe.

Karasuma Gaki leaned against them and watched them play for more than two hours. Atobe and four children took turns to play a round-robin game.

Karasuma Gaki also realized that this should be a private club.

These kids and Atobe are taught by the same coach.

They are accompanying Atobe to train his physical strength.

Although the verbal cannon has never stopped.

"Is that it?"

"No more physical strength?"

"Is that all?"

Karasuma Gaki stared at Atobe with his chin propped up. He was thinking about how to reasonably go home with Atobe and go to his house for a free meal.

Watching the four blond and blue-eyed children say goodbye to Atobe and leave.

Atobe was still sitting on the ground, looking nothing like the gorgeous appearance of the future "king", breathing heavily.

Karasuma Gaki, who had been silent for two hours, spoke up, "Do you want me to play a coaching match with you?"

It may look a bit like bullying a child...

But he was sincere and really wanted to eat for free.

"..." Atobe looked up. Does he look like he has the strength to accept a coaching match now?

Although he planned to rest for ten minutes and continue to practice ball control against the wall.

But this scary looking white-haired guy, with those red pupils, doesn't look like a good guy?

Atobe glanced at the bodyguards waiting for him at the entrance of the stadium, and then glanced at the white-haired boy.

It shouldn't be a vampire or some unglamorous creature, right?

That's right, the beautiful and kind-hearted Atobe couldn't bear to refuse the beautiful boy's invitation to the coaching match, and played with him for nearly an hour and a half.

Listening to the opponent's continuous output, "Lower your shoulders a little, you can hit..."

"If you don't have enough strength, you can rotate your body..."

"Do frog jumps every day..."

"Practice more grip..."

Okay, Mr. Atobe reluctantly admitted that this white-haired boy has some strength.

It's obviously a coaching match, he refused to give a cent.

"Xiao Jing!" Wu Wan Yuan relied on his height and held the now eight-year-old Atobe in his arms.

"Let's go! Let's go home!"

Well, he followed Atobe home so naturally.

After getting on the luxury car of Atobe's family, Atobe's housekeeper treated him to a meal and arranged a guest room for him.

"This is the training menu, you practice with it." Although Wu Wan Yuan had not made many menus for Atobe, he always had a good memory.

According to the menu of Atobe's second year of high school, he made about thirteen menus, from eight to fifteen years old.

After handing the training sheet in his hand to Atobe, Wu Wan Yuan went into the guest room to wash and rest.

There were only less than two hours left, and at 8 o'clock in the evening, he would be thrown to an unknown place again.

Wu Wan Yuan felt that this system wanted him to die suddenly from lack of sleep.

Atobe blinked his big eyes, stared at the training sheet in his hand, and turned to go to the gym.

Yukimura met the young Bunta during the second teleportation. Kuwabara had not transferred to the school yet.

Little Bunta was now practicing alone at the club.

Yukimura rented a set of tennis rackets and started his 6-hour free coaching career again.

Little Bunta followed Yukimura to practice until 8 o'clock in the evening.

His smooth red hair was wet with sweat, and his big, sparkling eyes stared at the gentle coach opposite him.

The coach said his last name was Yukimura.

Coach Yukimura also customized a training list for him until he was fifteen years old.

And Bunta was teleported to Tokyo.

He was penniless, and met Liu and Qian who were going to practice at the club on the way.

Bunta pestered Liu and followed the two to the practice field.

Bunta played one against two and coached the two doubles practice.

"Are you going home? Can you take me home? Just for one nightಠ~ಠ"

Liu narrowed his eyes and looked up at the pitiful red-haired big brother, and agreed softly.

When the third wormhole opened.

Karasuma Gaki was already resting in bed, and the kind-hearted Atobe had the housekeeper prepare pajamas for him.

Yukimura was holding little Bunta's hand and explaining the key points of his usual practice.

Bunta had finished his meal at Yanagi's house and was sitting at the desk in Yanagi's room watching Yanagi do her homework.

After the third wormhole disappeared, the three did not leave the original place.

Yukimura raised his eyebrows and was slightly relieved. He found a hotel to stay in.

Bunta was also relieved. He was so miserable. In just 12 hours, he became a homeless man, and he had to rely on his thick skin to get food.