Prince of Tennis: Start by replicating your talent

The score was widening little by little, although slowly, but the kid's score still surpassed him little by little.

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"3-1"

"4-1"

"4-2"

"5-2"

"Deciding game!"

"Damn it, what's going on?"

"How can a little kid like you, who looks so small, hit the ball with the same force as me? And have a faster reaction speed than me?"

Wu Ju was panting heavily. He had no strength left in his body and his score was completely widened, resulting in a situation of being crushed.

"What's wrong, Takei? This kid is just so-so. How could you not catch such an ordinary flat cut ball that you usually hit? His speed is not that good either. How could you not move your legs to catch the ball?"

The big referee looked at Wu Ju in disbelief. His words made Wu Ju even more upset. He wiped the sweat off his face and roared, "You're talking nonsense! So you're insulting me!"

"Kid, you're done. The game isn't over yet. I won't let you succeed. Keep going!"

This game is his serving game and also his last chance. If he can make a comeback in this game, there will be hope.

An extreme idea flashed through Takei Kenshi's mind.

"Hey, senior, didn't you say to continue? Why are you still dithering?" Nanchuan on the opposite side couldn't help but make a provocative remark.

Although he looked down upon Takei's level, it was like directly instilling the most basic tennis skills into him. At least now he would have no problem defeating Takei, who was arrogant, slow to react and only capable of rage.

Sure enough, Wu Ju's eyes became fierce, and he snorted with a twist of his mouth: "Little devil, you are looking for death."

As he spoke, with a bang, the tennis ball he hit went towards Nanchuan's face. When a gust of air was about to hit his face, Nanchuan quickly turned his head with the agility he had learned from his usual training and thus dodged the ball.

"15-0, good job, Takei, you finally made a move."

The ball was obviously targeted, and Nanchuan called the two men shameless.

"Hahaha, see, that's all you can do, little brat. I'll beat you until you kneel down and beg for mercy! It's too late for you to admit defeat now."

Nanchuan was really impressed. Takei Kenshi was still as despicable and shameless as he remembered.

He assumed the posture to receive the ball again. The despicable play of Takei just now had been replicated by his talent. Now, it all depended on his reaction to dodge and fight back.

"Damn it! I'm going to smash your face and teach you how to respect your elders!"

With a bang, the tennis ball came flying towards Nanchuan, still hitting him in the face. Nanchuan had already seen the trajectory of the tennis ball clearly and had predicted and calculated the time in advance. He tilted his head and hit it back with his backhand.

With the help of his replica talent, he increased his strength on this basis, and this ball was also shot towards Wu Ju's front.

When he heard a scream, Nanchuan clenched his fist and said "Great!"

Chapter 3 Talent

"Talent 1: Replication. Completed the first replication."

"Trigger talent two."

"Talent 2: Evolution."

Takei on the opposite side was hit by Nanchuan with the same method for four consecutive balls, causing his nose to bleed and his face to swell up. Now he is covering his face and screaming.

At the same time, a new voice appeared in Nanchuan's mind. It was a very simple reminder without any explanation. It still depended on Nanchuan himself to conduct practical research.

However, as the name implies, this replica means copying, but he can evolve and become stronger on this basis. Of course, Nanchuan guessed that this also requires him to continue to work hard in training.

In the world of Prince of Tennis, murderous tennis and fantasy tennis are all evolved step by step from basic tennis, so it is not difficult to understand the meaning of evolution.

It's just that he has these talents, and his evolutionary understanding is higher than others.

It was a close call this time. If the opponent was stronger, a novice like him with no basic skills would not be able to fully display his strength even if he replicated his opponent's strength. He only had the foundation of Wu Ju, and he would have to work hard to strengthen it when he returned.

Minamikawa ignored Takei Kenji's cursing and packed his tennis bag before being stopped by the big referee.

"Little brat! You want to run away after you hurt your senior?"

"Otherwise, isn't this what he asked for? Do you want it too?"

"you!"

The big guy was obviously embarrassed, but he didn't dare?

"Tsk." Nanchuan thought that this guy's strength was probably not even as good as Takei's, so he just kept beeping.

He pointed at Takei and said, "By the way, I won't leave until you give me 2000 yen. I'm willing to accept the loss, so give me the money."

"What?!" Takei narrowed his swollen panda eyes in anger and pointed the racket at Nanchuan, who slapped it away.

"I say, 2000 yen, are you trying to cheat, senior? This is too un-senior-like of me. I look down on you." Nanchuan raised his thumb and pointed it downward. Although he was not as tall as Takei, who was already in the third year of junior high school, he could not lose in momentum.

Takei stood up with his face covered and a distorted expression. He had won a lot of money with this trick in the past. He never expected that he would lose to a little kid today. He was not willing to give the 2000 yen at all.

So he planned to default on his debt.

"Who made the bet with you? Kid, who heard it?"

Just as Nanchuan was about to speak, he heard someone coming up from behind and saying:

"We heard it."

He looked back and saw two familiar-looking boys.

A man wearing glasses, with a mature temperament that does not belong to his age, serious and calm.

The other one has brown hair and a smiling look with his eyes narrowed all the time. He has a gentle temperament and is very friendly.

Nanchuan exclaimed, isn't this Tezuka Kunimitsu and Fuji Shusuke?

Were they watching from the sidelines for a long time? They were so focused on defeating Wu Ju that they didn't notice the outside world at all, so naturally they didn't see their presence.

"You two little brats, stop meddling in other people's business." Wu Ju scolded, his face still distorted and a little embarrassed.

"Senior, I have to admit defeat. Besides, you were the one who hit the dirty tennis ball first. You don't want everyone to know about it in the future, right?" Fuji said gently and calmly. There was no threat at all. Wu Ju didn't even look at him.

Tezuka took a step forward: "Isn't this how a senior should act? If you can't fulfill the bet, then at least apologize to him."

He pointed at Nanchuan and stood up for him.

Nanchuan thought to himself, are these two people so righteous?

But he doesn't want an apology, he wants money.

"No, we must fulfill the bet, 2000 yen." Nanchuan also took a step forward and looked up at Takei. Who is afraid of whom? The old man said that if you encounter a gangster who is unreasonable, you should use your fists. He is ready.

"If I don't give it to you, what else can you do? Zhushan, let's go."

Takei and his friend turned around and tried to leave, but just as Nanchuan stretched out his hand to fight, he suddenly felt a familiar arrogant and violent aura appear, and then Takei was thrown to the ground hard, howling in pain.

"Brother!" Nanchuan became excited: "Brother, he lost the bet and didn't pay! Beat him!"

Beichuan yelled, "Takei, you dare to bully my brother? You are courting death!"

"Kitagawa? Is this your brother? Takei, let's go. We can't afford to offend you!" The big guy named Takeyama looked scared when he saw Kitagawa, and pulled Takei, who wanted to fight back, back.

Wu Jui seemed to be a little afraid of Beichuan, and he didn't dare to fight back even though he was cursing at him.

"You want to leave? Sure, but where's the money? Since you lost the bet, you have to keep your word. Believe it or not, I'll beat you up!" Beichuan stepped forward and kicked him again, then reached out and grabbed Takei's collar: "Hurry up, or you're done!"

"Here, here, here!" Takei looked horrified and immediately took out 2000 yen and threw it over.

Nanchuan took it and counted it: "Brother, there is not less."

"Get out!" Kitagawa let go, and Takei and Takeyama turned and ran, but one could still hear them swearing and uttering reluctant curses.

"Brother, you are so awesome...Ah, brother, please let me go." Nanchuan was picked up by the elder brother who was a head taller than him. "Brother, listen to my explanation."

Beichuan: "Tell me, how did you mess with Takei? He is a shameless gangster. Why did you bet with him?"

Nanchuan explained the bet of the game clearly, and Tezuka and Fuji, as well as a few guys who were watching the fun, also testified for him. Only then did Beichuan let him go.

He asked with concern: "So, you are not hurt?"

Nanchuan shook his head, "No, brother, I hit Takei in the face! See, I told you I have a talent for tennis, brother, believe me, I can join the tennis team."

"Tsk, are you proud of defeating Takei? He's just a loser and he plays tennis terribly." Kitagawa said speechlessly.

"Who are these two people?"

He looked at Tezuka and Fuji, his tone was quite gentle.

The two people who had just been confused by the two brothers introduced themselves.

"My name is Fuji Shusuke, and his name is Tezuka Kunimitsu. Hello, senior. We just happened to pass by and watched the whole process. Your brother actually has some basic skills."

Beichuan said, "I'm not your senior."

"Senior is in Qingxue, right? We are also about to join Qingxue, and you will be our senior in the future." Fuji said with a little joy.

The words "Qingxue" are written on Beichuan's basketball jersey, and anyone with normal intelligence can tell which school it is.

"Join Qingxue? Okay, fellow students, see you later. Thank you for today, Nanchuan, come home with me for dinner."

"Okay, brother. I'll catch up in a moment." Nanchuan turned around and said to Tezuka and Fuji, "Thank you. I'll treat you to dinner another day. By the way, Tezuka, Fuji, let me remind you that if you can, don't choose to go to Seigaku. You've seen that Takeito is not good enough. He will make things difficult for you in the tennis team in the future."

He remembered clearly that the talented tennis boy Tezuka Kunimitsu in the plot had his left hand maliciously injured by Takei when he was in the first grade, which delayed his study for two whole years, and there was no optimistic progress or breakthrough in his tennis skills.

Chapter 4 Objectives

Minamikawa's reminder surprised Tezuka Kunimitsu and Fuji Shusuke, and they felt puzzled.

"My classmate, your brother is also in Qingxue. Don't you plan to go to Qingxue?" Bu Er asked politely in confusion.

Nanchuan hummed, "My brother is in Qingxue, he is in the basketball club. I don't plan to go to Qingxue because the tennis club is not friendly and it is not suitable for people with a good foundation and ability to go there. You will be delayed. Think it over. OK, I'm going to find my brother. I'll treat you to dinner next time we meet. By the way, my name is Nanchuan. Goodbye!"

He shook the 2000 yen in his hand, turned and ran towards his brother.

After Nanchuan left, Fuji Shusuke expressed his doubts:

"It's strange, why would he say that? Seigaku is a famous traditional tennis school, and it also produced a world champion legend, Echizen Nanjiro. Why would he say that about Seigaku? Tezuka, what do you think?"

Tezuka shook his head: "I don't know either. Maybe it's because his brother is in Seigaku, so he knows more and that's why he said that. But Fuji, I think I need to correct you."

"what?"

"In the past four or five years, Seigaku has only been able to make it to the Metropolitan Tournament but not to the Kanto Tournament, let alone the National Tournament, so it is not something to be proud of to still be called a prestigious school."

After hearing this, Fuji Shusuke was stunned for several seconds and did not continue speaking.

He knew what Tezuka meant. It was not something worth talking about that a school that had produced world champions had not been able to enter Kanto for several consecutive years, let alone the national competition.

However, this is not what Nanchuan calls unfriendly.

"Tezuka, I understand. So what is your choice?"

Tezuka remained silent and did not answer Fuji. After a long while, he said:

“He probably meant the unfriendliness caused by the presence of that mean senior, but I think as long as we do our own thing and play our own tennis, there won’t be much of a problem.

The coach of Seigaku is the same coach who trained Echizen Nanjiro, so there is still hope. My goal is to get Seigaku back into Kanto and into the national tournament."

When he said these words, he exuded a natural confidence that made people inexplicably feel that he was very reliable.

Fuji closed his eyes and smiled, "Okay, then I understand your choice."

...

They bought two hamburgers, brought them home, made some simple sushi, and then the two brothers started eating.

Nanchuan took out 2000 yen, gave 1000 to his brother, and kept the rest for himself, then said to his brother proudly:

"Brother, you see, I still have a talent for tennis. I had already made a fortune before I met that chaebol young master. Brother, I must enter Hyotei Academy."

Beichuan took a big bite of his burger and looked at him, but did not take the money. "You kid, you have a talent for getting into trouble, take it yourself, and remember to beat someone like Takei Kenji up next time."

"Remember, I was about to throw a punch, but I didn't expect you to suddenly show up." Nanchuan put the money away, "Brother, are you still going to the game today? Or to the martial arts gym?"

"Let's go to the martial arts gym. I've already told the boss about it." Beichuan tapped his brother's forehead and said, "Since you're so focused on playing tennis, I support you. You're very brave to beat Takeuchi today. That's great! Also, I'll find a way to pay for the tuition."