Zongman: The evolution of Ninja Bleach from Prince of Tennis

The two sides of the two sides have been busy.

"My family is not that rich, but if I really want to go the professional tennis route, I can set up a club at home. I've paid attention to this part before, and it's just a little pocket money."

Xing Yan narrowed his eyes, relaxed his body, looked at Coach Kan. Retulu with a stiff expression, and waited for him to slowly understand.

"That... professional tennis players are not just clubs, they also need coaches and various training arrangements..."

Kan. Retulu felt that he couldn't keep up with the pace.

Is the world of the rich so willful?

Moreover, the father of this boy had just talked to him about the appearance fee. If he was really so rich, why would he ask for an appearance fee!

"I don't have a coach. I've been playing by myself since I was a child. But this problem really doesn't need to be considered. I don't have the idea of ​​becoming a professional player. My family has such a large family business waiting for me to manage when I grow up. Becoming a professional player is too troublesome and will delay my earning money to support my family."

Xing Yan has always been extremely serious when he is teasing others.

Now he is just short of showing his intention to rob his father's company.

Professional players make money and have fame, but...

Money!

For an heir to a wealthy family, that little money is not proportional to the effort.

"Let's talk about this... later, we're here..."

Kan. Retru looked at the training camp, turned around and sat in the co-pilot seat, adjusted his mood, and then opened the door and walked down.

He needed to slow down. This kid was too scary and could not be understood by normal people.

No matter what, Borg had to beat this kid a few times before talking about other things.

"The environment is good."

Xing Yan got out of the car, felt the surrounding environment, and was quite satisfied with it.

However, the environment is good, but he will definitely not stay for long.

"Coach."

Perhaps because he was looking forward to it, after knowing that they had arrived, a tall bald uncle came over with his people.

Then...

Xingyan blinked, a little dumbfounded.

This bald uncle who seemed older than his father turned out to be the professional player he was going to play in the game.

And...

17 years old?

What a joke, don't be so scary, will the 17-year-olds in this world mutate?

Other people, Tanejima Shuji, look a bit young, why do these...

Byodoin Phoenix, Oni Jujiro, and the one in front of him.

Is their 17 years really 17 years, not 47?

"This is Uchiha Xingyan, the only Grand Slam player in the junior group so far, Borg, I'll trouble you next."

Kan. Retulu looked at Borg and introduced Xingyan's identity to them first.

In fact, everyone knew it even if he didn't say it, because it was not a secret here to invite this young genius to come.

It's just that many people are very unhappy with this young genius.

As for the so-called only Grand Slam in the junior group, more people think that the reason why no one has won it is because the time limit of the junior group is too short.

And many teenagers are in a hurry for professional training and have no time to run around the world to waste.

The Grand Slam of the junior group is not as valuable as the unlimited group.

"This is Borg. He is the professional player you will play against next. You should be tired today. Let him take you to rest first, and then prepare for the practice match tomorrow."

Can. Retru did not forget to introduce his opponent to Xingyan.

As for the others, it is not time to introduce them yet.

Or, even if you want to introduce them, it is better to let Borg do it.

"Hello, welcome to you."

Borg looked at the 12-year-old boy and simply gave up the temptation to meet and stretched out his hand.

"Hello, please prepare for the game as soon as possible. After the game tomorrow, I will go home early."

Xingyan stretched out his hand and shook Borg's hand together.

The handshake can be used in many places.

But just as he held Borg's hand, he felt the force on his hand as soon as he finished speaking.

Probing?

Or, threatening?

It should be probing, no malice was felt.

But no matter which one it was, he had never been suppressed.

"You..."

Borg's hand suddenly let go, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

His eyes looked at Xingyan, and the one in front of him

The boy was still as calm as before.

But his heartbeat had not yet calmed down, and the suppression of that moment...

Borg glanced at the others and found that no one knew what had just happened, which meant...

This kid had accurately locked onto him, without affecting anyone around him at all.

Sure enough, he is the most gentle tennis player.

Except for the people he hurt, no one else would have noticed anything.

It's really scary "gentle"!

No, that's not right...

All the players who played against him seemed to say that he was gentle. Could it be that those people themselves had never noticed it?

"Are you okay? I started out playing fighting, and sometimes I didn't control my strength very well. Did I hurt your hand?"

Xingyan blinked and his eyes drifted to Borg's hand.

His eyes were full of innocence and a bit of caution. Even Borg himself began to doubt whether the palpitations at that moment were intentional by the boy.

"It's okay, come with me, your residence is next to mine."

Borg suppressed his doubts and turned to take Xingyan to the area where he lived.

Because he is a professional player, his residence is slightly separated from others.

The environment here is also slightly better. For players who deserve attention, he and the coach planned to treat them specially from the beginning.

Xingyan was not polite. When he arrived at the place, he cleaned up first, washed away the strangeness that emerged from coming to a foreign country, and followed Borg to the restaurant for dinner.

Perhaps because of Borg, a professional player, here, Xingyan was not harassed or provoked by anyone. After he had eaten and drunk enough, he was taken out for a run again.

This day ended in the evening when he came back from a run without sweating a drop.

When he returned to the room to rest, Borg next door called the coach and sorted out Xingyan's approximate data.

Physical strength, better than him.

Speed, better than him.

Mental strength, suspected to be better than him.

Ball skills, to be determined.

Strength, to be determined.

I don't know the exact data of the five measurements, but Borg looked at the data he obtained after observation and felt that tomorrow's game was a bit not very good.

After running for half a night, he was already sweating profusely, but the boy didn't even have a bad breath, which was too unreasonable.

When he was on the phone, Xingyan, who lived next door, was holding his mobile phone to send a message to Tanejima Shuji, and at the same time, he didn't forget to listen to the comments and complaints about him from the neighbor.

Really, he was tested by running in circles, isn't this asking for trouble?

He has a ninja body...

He who didn't even graduate from school in the ninja world, but once killed a Chunin in seconds, can he still be tired from running?

Although the current values ​​are still around 5, his habits in the ninja world, and the various self-regulation abilities he has honed in life and death...

That is all survival instinct, which is not something that people in this world can understand.