Prince of Tennis: Start by replicating your talent

Nanchuan shook his head: "Brother has been taking care of me all these years. Now I can also go out and earn money. Don't worry, I have a way."

The two brothers lost their parents when they were young and were taken care of by their grandmother, who passed away three years ago. They relied on their grandmother's savings and their brother's participation in competitions and in martial arts gyms to have a little security in their lives.

He was too young and no boss was willing to hire him even if he worked illegally. His brother was two years older than him and started to fight in the martial arts gym after he entered junior high school.

He has been fighting for two years now. He has become stronger and taller. He is the best fighter among his peers. Everyone is afraid of him. There is a reason why Wu Ju and others are so afraid of him.

My brother is also the captain of the Qingxue basketball team and is considered a top figure in Qingxue.

But now Nanchuan is almost 12 years old and has his own talent in tennis. He can make money from it and doesn't want his brother to pay so much alone.

If it weren't for the fact that he had just acquired the talent, he would have wanted to go abroad and play underground tennis.

Japanese tennis has been in a slump in recent years, with only a few high schools still able to hold up, and the rest are hard to describe.

Starting from this year, the golden age of tennis has truly arrived because of the emergence of geniuses such as Tezuka, Fuji, Atobe Keigo, Yukimura Seiichi and others.

Therefore, there is no such thing as underground tennis. It is just that people like Takei bully simple-minded newbies and gamble for some money.

Nanchuan sighed subconsciously: "Oh, it would be great if Neon could also play underground tennis."

Beichuan glared at him and said, "What are you talking about? If you can fight, do you still want to go?

"correct."

"..." Beichuan laughed out of anger. He really didn't know where his brother got the confidence from when he had never played tennis with anyone before.

He said lovingly, "How about this, I will practice with you when I get home."

Nanchuan: "I'm not saying anything, brother, you're also terrible at playing tennis, there's no point in playing with you."

Bang! A blow to the forehead.

"Damn it, are you looking for a fight?"

...

In the next few days, he continued to practice alone at the same level as Takei. In addition to running, he also trained his racket swing, dynamic vision, and jumping ability, honing his basics bit by bit and improving his physical fitness.

Although he has the talent to copy and has copied other people's basic tennis, he still needs to improve his physical fitness on his own, so physical training has become a top priority.

He wanted to go out and find someone to fight, but after wandering around for so many days, he didn't meet anyone who was strong enough.

"If I had known, I should have left them their phone numbers. How could I have forgotten this?"

He was a little depressed standing at the bus stop, but when he thought about going to find Atobe, he felt much better.

This afternoon his brother sent him a text message:

"The chaebol young master you mentioned is returning home today. This master is really high-profile. You should go there quickly. If you are bullied, remember to fight back. If you lose, come back and continue practicing."

My brother Beichuan is popular and has many friends, but he knows few people who play tennis. But if you can help him find out, there should be no problem in getting the high-profile young master to return to China.

It is now 3 o'clock in the afternoon. He just received the admission letter and went to Hyotei Academy to take a look. Nanchuan can't help but feel excited. His target is finally going to appear.

Chapter 5 Atobe: What to bet on?

Narita International Airport.

Atobe Keigo, a young man with short grey hair and a mole under his left eye, is walking down from the plane with his hands in his pockets. Behind him is a big, mature-looking man named Kabaji Takahiro who is carrying two tennis bags.

"Master, welcome back."

After getting on the private car, the butler warmly welcomed the young master who had not returned for a long time. In addition to this car, there were actually three bodyguard cars, which were very eye-catching and frequently attracted the attention of passers-by.

With an aristocratic temperament, Atobe was born with a slightly arrogant tone: "Don't go home first, go to Hyotei Academy."

"Yes, Master."

"Master, the information about Hyotei Academy's tennis club is already here."

The butler also kindly handed a document to Atobe.

Atobe looked at them for a few times, his expression becoming more and more confident, and he began to speak a series of requests:

"The tennis court's equipment is no good. It will all be replaced. The venue is not big enough. We need to negotiate with the school directors to expand the venue. Our Atobe family will continue to invest. Also, we have agreed before that Hyotei's restaurant must be up to the standard of this master. Has it changed?"

"Yes, Master. As for the cafeteria, I have already told the school directors. All the restaurants have been upgraded, and there will be a separate restaurant for you, Master."

"Hmm...Tennis club coach Sakaki Taro? I haven't heard of him, but it won't affect my position in the tennis club. I will make all the players, including the coach, convinced. I must take the position of club leader."

"The young master has played tennis abroad for so many years, he must be a fierce player in the tennis club!"

A smug expression appeared on Atobe's face.

However, he still noticed the national ranking of Hyotei Academy, and his eyes lit up when he saw that it entered the top four in the country last year.

"Oh, that's right. Before I arrived, Ice Emperor had already made a name for themselves. They were among the top four in the country? Haha, my goal is to lead Ice Emperor to win the national championship."

This kind of self-confidence has given rise to the illusion of arrogance and conceit; it is really too ostentatious.

He exudes confidence and is also very determined.

"I hope that the second and third graders will not disappoint me. I hope that there will be a few freshmen who can play well, otherwise it will be boring. Huadi, your school is next door to the Hyotei Elementary School. Remember, when you are free in the future, or when I call you, come and practice with me."

"Yes."

Karaji Takahiro responded stupidly, looking like a little follower, with the words "loyalty to Master Atobe" written all over his face.

The two of them were childhood friends. Takahiro Kabata was one year younger. They grew up together in England and played tennis together. As long as he was around, Atobe never carried his own tennis bag.

As soon as these orders from Atobe were issued, the butler was driving and talking on the phone at the same time. These instructions from the Atobe Group, the main sponsor and investor of Hyotei Academy and the young master of the chaebol group, had already reached the ears of Hyotei's board of directors and were being implemented.

Nanchuan happened to come to the tennis club of Hyotei Academy.

Before the start of school, this aristocratic school allowed visitors and had an open management system. Especially before registration and the start of school, many new students would come in advance to take a look and get familiar with the school. When he came in, there were already a lot of people.

Because they made it to the national competition last year, Hyotei's tennis club became famous and attracted countless tennis enthusiasts who wanted to join. They were eager to try before school started.

Nanchuan was waiting here, looking for faces he might recognize in the crowd, but he didn't find any. Instead, he saw the school coming with some staff members, and they started pointing fingers at the tennis department, apparently planning to expand and replace equipment.

"Oh my god, this must be the work of Atobe, right?" Nanchuan knew at a glance that it must be that guy, "He's already taken action before he even arrives. He's worthy of being called that guy."

This is the style of aristocratic families and chaebol young masters. They will never allow the equipment of their tennis club to lag behind or even fail to keep up with advanced equipment. The venue must also be large enough. Nanchuan remembered that in the plot, Keigo Atobe's home had several tennis courts for private use only.

"Wow, this is so generous! As expected of Hyotei, the venue has continued to expand! The school really takes tennis seriously, I must join Hyotei's tennis club!"

"Look, this venue is big enough to hold several hundred people. It looks like my choice was right. If I want to play tennis, I have to join Hyotei and continue last year's glory by reaching the national semi-finals!"

Nanchuan heard the excited discussions of the young men who wanted to join, and thought that there was more to it. This guy Atobe would definitely renovate the locker room and add another gym. In terms of venue and equipment, joining Hyotei would indeed be a good choice.

But he didn't care. His goal today was to find Atobe and challenge him.

It was around four o'clock in the afternoon when the crowd suddenly became noisy. Nanchuan turned around and saw the cool scene.

The crowd stood on both sides of the road, watching four luxury private cars slowly drive in and arrive in front of the gate of the tennis club. Everyone had to make way for them.

"Who is this person who is so high-profile that he even drove his car to the school."

"There's even a bodyguard car? Is this really too exaggerated?"

Nan Chuan couldn't help but respond when he heard this: "You can tell at a glance that this is the lineup of a chaebol young master. This is not an exaggeration for him at all."

According to his understanding, even more exaggerated things are yet to come. This kind of old man usually never wastes any opportunity to steal the limelight.

When Keigo Atobe got out of the car, he swaggered into the stadium. The people from the school were very respectful to him. After everyone knew that this guy's family was the biggest sponsor of Hyotei Academy, they could no longer complain about his high profile.

"Wait a moment."

When everyone else had dispersed and construction began on the site, when Keigo Atobe came around and was about to leave, Minamikawa stepped forward and stopped Keigo Atobe.

Damn, he was a little poor, and because of the tuition he had become as shameless as his brother, but for the sake of playing tennis, he didn't think there was anything embarrassing.

"Who are you?" Atobe looked at Nanchuan, showing no emotion. He stopped by the car door and did not get in. "You, do you want an autograph?"

Nanchuan sighed: "Can you please not be so narcissistic? Why do I want your autograph? I'm not a girl. I want to play a game with you. How about it?" He pointed to the tennis bag behind him.

"Oh? Challenge me?" Atobe became interested. He seemed to have not expected that someone would challenge him just after returning to the country. A smug smile appeared on his face.

"See, my strength has become famous, right?"

Nanchuan interrupted his boasting and said, "Yes, I am famous, so I am here to challenge you. How about this challenge and a bet?"

This was very useful to Atobe. He snapped his fingers and asked, "Good boy, you have courage. What are you betting on?"

Chapter 6: War Begins

"I..." Nanchuan looked at the people around him, then walked into Atobe's room and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Gamble."

"What?" Atobe looked at Nanchuan with a look of amazement and disbelief, as if he had heard wrongly, "You play underground tennis?"

After saying that, he looked Nanchuan up and down and asked, "Is there underground tennis in China?"

Nanchuan shook his head: "No."

"Then you want to gamble with me?"

"Is Master Atobe scared?"

"That's hilarious. Is there any tennis match that I'm afraid of?"

Atobe waved back and Takahiro Kabaji handed him the racket.

When the last few passers-by who were about to leave saw this scene, they immediately gathered around excitedly to watch.

"Wow, is this chaebol young master going to play ball? I want to see his strength."

"Who is that classmate? Why did he come here to challenge Master Atobe?"

"Maybe it's just for attention."

Nanchuan clicked his tongue, ignoring the discussion and went over to discuss the bet with Atobe first.

Atobe probably had never met anyone who would come up to him and play tennis for money, and he actually seemed a little excited when talking about underground tennis.

"Boy, you'd better not let me down. If you beat me, I won't mind betting your tuition. Of course, I won't let you down, and I won't let you have the chance to beat me."

As he spoke, he walked towards the tennis club and said a few words to the housekeeper. Then the housekeeper went in and asked the staff who were planning how to expand and replace equipment to clear out a court.

Nanchuan and Atobe were walking side by side. They were about the same height and were of the same age, full of youthful vigor.

He raised his voice to Atobe and said, "You can't regret it. I fought with a guy a while ago, and he wanted to deny his defeat after losing. It was very shameless. I looked down on him even more."

Atobe stopped and looked at him, narrowing his eyes slightly, "You are a bit scheming, if you are afraid that I will default on my debt, just say it directly, am I that kind of person? It's just money, it's not a big problem, I will never let money damage my reputation, humph, in tennis, I win people over with my strength, you are my first opponent in the honor battle at Hyotei Academy."

His excitement was the excitement of establishing his own reputation. Although he appeared with the image of financial support, if he wanted to win everyone's trust, he must rely on his own strength. He believed that the appearance of this kid Nanchuan was just right.

Nanchuan was also very satisfied: "By the way, Atobe, I heard there are a lot of underground tennis games in the UK, have you ever played there?"

People like Atobe stood out in Hyotei Academy and became the head of the tennis club after returning to his country. It was not because of his financial resources, but because of his strength.

He went to primary school in England and started playing tennis there. It was unknown whether he had played underground tennis there. Nanchuan saw his slightly excited face just now, and he started talking about underground tennis, so it was hard for him not to suspect that this kid had played it secretly.

Atobe chuckled, revealing a very arrogant smile on his face: "Of course I have come into contact with those guys in the underground tennis game, but I don't bother to gamble with them. Regardless of whether I win or lose, I will give it to them, just as if they are playing with me."

What an arrogant tone, what a wasteful behavior, but Nanchuan wanted this effect. This way, his uncle Totoro would definitely not deny his debt, so no problem.

But when he stood on the court and confronted Atobe, he was not so confident.

After all, he is just replicating his talent now. Wu Ju's previous level couldn't even be evolved any better. It was only improved a little through his hard training during this period, making his foundation more solid.

He is not too sure whether his basic knowledge and physical fitness can be fully utilized to defeat Atobe after the replica given his current strength, but he just plays on the court first and then thinks about it. This style is influenced by his brother, and he will do things on the court first and then consider other things.

"Kawachi, I'm the referee." Atobe snapped his fingers, and Karachi Takahiro responded with a yes and walked to the referee's seat.

Nanchuan turned the racket in his hand and asked, "Front or back?"

"front."

"Then I'll do the opposite."

In a tennis match, the right to serve is usually determined by rotating the racket front and back. If the letters are upside down when the racket lands, it is the back side, and vice versa.

The racket in Nanchuan's hand fell to the ground. When he saw that it was the front side, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This smile made Tebe on the opposite side unable to understand and completely confused.

Generally speaking, the player who gets the serve right at the beginning is more likely to control the situation at the beginning, observe the opponent's playing style and various reaction abilities at the first time, and thus predict the opponent's actions in advance.

But what's wrong with this guy? He seems to be looking forward to someone else's serve?

"Atobe's serve."