Prince of Tennis: Start by replicating your talent

Nanchuan chuckled and said, "You are so immature."

The corners of Tobe's mouth twitched slightly but he didn't say anything.

Under the gaze of everyone, Nanchuan actually saw a few familiar faces.

Shishido Ryo, Taki Oginosuke, a yawning, sleepy curly-haired blond, and an excited red-haired...

"gather!"

"The first years are over there, the second and third years are over here!"

A tall boy blew a whistle to ask everyone to gather, and planned the positions for each grade. The first team of players stood behind him, and the second team stood beside him.

Atobe pulled Nanchuan and stood still in front of the crowd, looking down at everyone like a boss. The natural aristocratic air and a vague domineering temperament on his body made everyone speechless and silent for a long time.

The atmosphere on the scene became very subtle, even a little weird. Sensitive and careful people would find that there seemed to be a tendency of splitting into two factions.

Those disdainful second and third grade students were also intimidated by this momentum. Thinking that they had just been suppressed by the momentum, they suddenly came to their senses and almost forgot that they were seniors and tennis predecessors, and had a certain say in morality. So someone said to Atobe:

"Two first-year students, please return to your seats."

Nanchuan shrugged. In fact, he didn't care. But since Atobe brought him here, he was too lazy to move, so he said loudly:

"We are standing here to challenge our seniors and participate in the election competition for the positions of minister and deputy minister."

"Since it is the day when the club officially starts training, as we all know, there is no order without rules. Hyotei, who only values ​​strength, should elect a leader and a vice-leader so that our tennis team's training can be more systematic and disciplined."

"So stop talking and hurry up to finish the game and the selection. Then go home for dinner on time."

His extremely provocative words caused a strong impact. The faces of those regular players turned extremely ugly. The nearly 200 people below broke the strange atmosphere just now and began to buzz and talk non-stop.

Atobe glanced at Nanchuan and whispered, "Sure, how come you are even more arrogant than me? You are so arrogant."

Nanchuan: “…”

Nonsense, sir. You must show your strength at a time like this.

Someone among the starting players finally couldn't help but stand up.

"Damn it, what nonsense are you talking about? Where is the ministerial competition? The person next to you is our minister, and this one is the deputy minister. What does it have to do with you two?"

"Hmph, don't think that you can take the position of the president as a matter of course just because you invested in the tennis club. Don't forget that Hyotei speaks with strength, not wealth. Besides, the selection of the president and vice president must be approved and nodded by the coach."

"You two have just joined the club, and you want to take the top position already. You are just arrogant and have no discipline!"

"We also heard about your previous match. To be honest, your play was average, like that of an elementary school student. Senior, you still have to respect yourselves. Don't humiliate yourselves."

Several guys huddled together to agree, and it was obvious that if it weren't for Jibe's investment, their tone would be even more impolite.

"And you, kid, what are you talking about? If you really want to fight, any one of the second team can make you realize that your own strength is just that."

One of the boys with silver-gray hair pointed at Nanchuan with his racket.

The angry Atobe was about to speak, but Nanchuan's temper flared up first, and he said a few words loudly:

"Since it's all about strength, then what's wrong with the competition? It's fair, right? So do the seniors dare to fight? Are you afraid of a first-year rookie like me?"

“And everyone should know that since Atobe invested in the stadium, his ambition is to become the minister. Don’t pretend that you don’t know his purpose.

Today, either you beat him or he beats you. You can't avoid this election race. How about a gamble? If I lose, just ignore what I said above. If he loses, he'll call you uncles."

Atobe: "...boy, what did you say?"

Are you polite?

"Why do you have to gamble on every game you play?"

Nanchuan didn't say anything.

He looked at the regular players with a fearless expression, which gave them a sense of momentum.

It is also very provocative.

After two or three seconds of silence, the sophomores and third graders were about to explode and picked up their rackets. Nanchuan saw some backbone and fighting spirit in them.

Are these the teammates that Yue Zhiyue brought out? Not too disappointing.

Just as the atmosphere was about to get heated, steady footsteps suddenly sounded behind them, followed by an extremely majestic voice among them.

"Do you all want to leave?"

The second and third graders changed their expressions when they heard this voice, and turned around with awe and caution:

"coach!"

"Coach, you are here! It is these two little ones who want to provoke us. They are so arrogant!"

"So we plan to accept the challenge, speak with strength, and maintain our dignity!"

Nanchuan saw that the visitor looked familiar. It was Sakaki Taro, the coach of Hyotei Academy who rarely appeared in public, always dressed in a black suit, polite, gentle, tall, cold, ruthless and taciturn.

Even when he said such a harsh word, he was very calm, but it also carried a sense of oppression and pressure, and was very imposing.

The Hyotei tennis club's iron-fisted management system, where the strong are the kings and a strict elimination system is implemented, was created by him.

Chapter 13 Wheel Battle

With the appearance of Taro Sakaki, the noisy scene finally quieted down, and after his silence, the people who were making a fuss lowered their heads and dared not look.

"Do the first-years want to run for team captain?" Sakaki Taro's eyes fell on Minamikawa and Atobe. The two of them were now the focus of everyone's attention.

But Taro Sakaki's gaze still made Nanchuan tremble in his heart. He thought that he was worthy of being a guy who ruled tennis with an iron fist. This aura was quite something.

"Then let's fight." Sakaki Taro finally said after looking at them for several seconds, "The winner takes it all. Everyone can participate."

"Coach!" The so-called minister got anxious when he heard this, "But..."

But she couldn't say anything after that. She was completely unable to resist when Taro Sakaki gave her a look.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, let's fight. We have to fight anyway, otherwise these two guys won't obey."

Atobe took out his own racket and smiled at Sakaki Taro:

"Coach, I won't let you down."

Sakaki Taro hummed, "Go ahead."

He didn't say much. After saying these two words, he left. Nanchuan's gaze lingered on his back and he was finally sure that he just returned to his office. This old fox would definitely be watching from the window.

"Do you know Taro Sakaki?" Minamikawa asked Atobe.

Atobe hummed, "I want to become the king of Hyotei, so naturally I have to meet the coach in advance. Is that weird?"

Nanchuan: "Not surprising, I wish you good luck, don't lose the game later, or I will laugh my teeth off."

I have already boasted so much, it would be really embarrassing if I lose.

Atobe snorted, "Then you have to secure your position as deputy minister."

Nanchuan shook his head: "Actually, I don't want these positions at all. I just want to play basketball in peace. Otherwise, the position of the minister would not be yours."

Atobe was silent.

It seemed that he had never seen anyone in the country who was more arrogant than him time and again.

"Hmph, just wait and see. I'll pick some teammates while I'm at it."

...

Fight if you say so.

The game started soon and the winner was decided in one round.

Start from the position of the minister, and it is simple and rough. There is no need for any rules to take turns. Everyone just needs to challenge Atobe directly.

The people from the second team went up first. They fought with Atobe with disdain and anger, and they looked quite impressive, but half of the people from the second team were quickly eliminated.

The crowd of onlookers were stunned.

"How is this possible? The second team is either sophomores or juniors, how come he won?"

"The physical fitness of first-year students is not comparable to that of second- and third-year students, right? How did this tough guy still have the energy to play after several games?"

Nanchuan, who was standing aside, watched attentively without saying anything.

Atobe's performance was more serious than when he competed with him, which made him a little annoyed. You see, Atobe had been holding back a lot before, which made him feel a little looked down upon. His win was also very superficial. He was already thinking about how to completely defeat Atobe when the time comes.

However, he knew very well that the other second and third grades present could not defeat Atobe.

Comparing endurance with him is simply asking for death.

This old man became famous by fighting a senior student alone for the position of minister, and established the foundation of his own emperor in Bingdi.

"Minamikawa-san."

Standing next to Nanchuan was a boy wearing a hat and a ponytail, Ryo Shishido.

The two men just got to know each other. This guy always had a racket in his hand, and he would show off his skills on his fingertips from time to time.

"What's wrong?" Nanchuan said.

After watching several of Atobe's matches, Shishido Ryo put away his arrogance and asked in disbelief, "How strong is this arrogant old man?"

Nanchuan spread his hands: "I am the strongest in front of you."

Ryo Shido: "..."

"Humph, I don't believe it. I'm going to challenge him later!"

Yue Ren on the side was also waiting with great interest. His slogan was not only to defeat Atobe, but also to defeat him.

The faces of the selected candidates became increasingly grim. They gathered together and discussed with their heads raised:

"This guy is so abnormal. He has great endurance. He can even allocate his physical strength reasonably. The training he received before must be very systematic."

"Humph, we can use up all his energy in a few rounds. If you take the field in the end, he will definitely lose."

"Wouldn't it be a bit unfair for us to do this? Winning doesn't seem very fair."

"And don't you have enough confidence in the Minister's ability?"

The current minister slapped him and said, "How can you talk like that? Do I need such a tactic to win? Ahem, but the situation is special now. It was this guy who said that everyone should fight one after another, so there is nothing wrong with this tactic."

"Besides, if this guy can't even beat you, how can he beat me? Even Senior Ochi recognizes me."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then nodded in unison, "I understand."

"Then let's do it this way. We will go first and the minister will come out last, as the finale."

"Hey, are you going to fight or not? If not, I'd be the captain now." Atobe took the towel and wiped his face roughly, shouting impatiently at the regulars.

They then realized that in just a moment, Team 2 was wiped out and a single player from Team 1 was defeated.

The anger and desire to win reached a peak. The idea that a round-robin battle was unfair was completely gone, and they started to fight one after another.

Atobe was still able to cope with it. It must be said that his endurance and control over his physical strength still shocked Nanchuan, who already knew something about him.

"This guy Atobe is too crazy!" Yue Ren broke out in a sweat after seeing the back. Atobe's image gradually became very heroic in his mind: "He is really cool! He is suitable to be the captain!"

Shishido Ryo: "Mister Mukai, you didn't say that before."

"It depends on your strength."

The sound of the ball hitting the court continued. The opponents changed one after another, but the opponent's Atobe never came down. Just this endurance completely convinced the more than 200 people watching.

"I originally thought he was just a rich young man who came here to have fun, but I didn't expect he was really powerful."

"Based on his current performance, I think he is qualified to be a minister."

"Yes, I think so too. And think about it, it would be unfair for the second and third year seniors to win the round-robin match."

The discussion was a bit loud, and the current minister, who had not yet appeared, couldn't help but twitch his lips when he heard it.

Nanchuan started fighting with others in another court.

After the second and third graders who were eliminated by Atobe had enough rest, they vented their anger on the court, trying to regain their dignity through the game with Nanchuan.

Chapter 14: Fighting with all your strength

"6-3, Nanchuan wins!"