Prince of Tennis: Start by replicating your talent

I see, this is a good training idea, why don't you also improve your kendo tennis? If he can do it, so can you."

Sanada was silent for a moment, his face became even gloomier. "It's easier said than done. Actually, this is difficult. I've seen the video of him practicing swordplay in the martial arts hall. He is a kendo genius and a tennis genius, so he was able to combine the two perfectly to play tennis with great results. And I..."

"No, you can do it too, Genichirō!" Yanagi Renji interrupted him.

"The Genichirō I know is also a kendo genius. I remember that when school started this year, I heard that you were quite famous in the kendo circle at such a young age! So you can do it too!"

Also, you are also a tennis genius. Maybe you and Nanchuan will take different paths, but you can also make your own way. Don't be discouraged. The Genichirō I know is definitely not a person who doubts himself or is discouraged!"

Sanada's tall body shook violently.

He was indeed encouraged by Liu's words. This feeling of being recognized was like regaining his confidence and passion.

To be honest, after he was defeated by Nanchuan, he did start to doubt himself, and his passion for playing tennis also cooled down.

My faith has collapsed several times, but I have gotten through it and it’s time to pick myself up again.

Yes, I can, too! Find another way! "

'Let's get started, Liu, start with three balls!'

Nanchuan, who had just arrived in the UK, had no idea that the two geniuses he defeated were both focusing on special training on returning multiple tennis balls at the same time.

This is special training with targeted purpose.

At this time, Nanchuan and his teammates got on the car again and headed towards the "almost forgotten" castle of Atobe.

"It's my first time abroad. The people here are really tall!"

“Playing tennis with them, I felt a little weaker all of a sudden.”

"Hey, hey, hey, can you please show some promise, Feng!"

"Haha, I, I'm just talking casually.

Yue Ren and Shi Hu Liang were extremely excited. They were noisy and non-stop along the way, and their spirits were extremely high.

Atobe said, "Let's adjust to the time difference today. I'll have some fun with you guys tomorrow. Then we should start training. Don't forget, I brought you out here for training."

"I understand, Atobe. No matter what, we will definitely be able to return home with results!"

By the way, Kaba, you and Atobe grew up playing tennis here. Was Atobe often beaten by them when you were little?

Everyone looked at Yue Ren who asked the question. He seemed to have not yet felt Atobe's "murderous" gaze and continued:

"After all, they are so tall. Little Atobe will definitely be bullied when he first starts to learn tennis. He will definitely cry for three days if he is hit by a ball, right?"

The air became extremely quiet.

Even the sound of the wheels rolling seemed to be trembling.

Everyone was worried for Yueren, but this guy was so excited that he was too distracted and didn't even realize that Tobe's face had turned dark.

It was the first time that Yukimura joined them and felt this completely low-pressure atmosphere. He even began to sympathize with Yueren.

Karaji didn't say anything, but he was ready to start a fist fight as soon as Atobe gave the order.

But unexpectedly, Atobe just glared at Gakuto with a murderous look, then laughed:

"Do you want to know?"

Yue Ren: “Of course I do!

"Then tomorrow, I'll take you to see someone, and you'll understand."

"Okay!"

"Then, come and fight me today. I think you don't need to adjust to the time difference."

“Yeah!”

Everyone:

It's over, the one who smiles and talks like this is the most dangerous!

The words "Yue Ren, please shut up" were written all over their faces, but Yue Ren was already drifting away and how could he see anything with his eyes in the sky.

Such a dangerous atmosphere enveloped the luxurious stretch car until it arrived at the gate of the big castle outside the suburbs.

"We're here, get off the bus, what are you doing?"

Atobe got out of the car and urged these country bumpkins who looked like they came from the countryside.

The castle in front of us is in medieval architectural style, and the area is at least thousands of square meters! It's too big!

From the outside, the gaps in the castle's walls have been replaced with glass windows, complemented by gorgeous Baroque interior decorations.

One glance at the castle shows that the repair and renovation is extremely expensive.]

Just like that, I almost forgot that I still have a castle? How many castles do you have, Atobe?

'I don't know how many castles I have. I can't count them all.'

Although it is a bit exaggerated, this is Mr. Atobe!

They took their luggage and went in, freely choosing the room they liked.

Although it is a castle forgotten by Mr. Atobe, the maintenance and upkeep he arranged before and the workers who looked after it are still continuing their work, so the castle is not abandoned at all, it is still luxurious and has everything you need!

Akutsu looked a little at a loss, which was rare. He was even a little dazed while choosing a room.

Nanchuan saw his embarrassment. After all, he had been so poor since he was a child. Suddenly he came to a luxurious, aristocratic castle. There would always be a gap. He pointed to the room next to his chosen room and said with a smile: "Akutsu-san, how about we be neighbors? When we go to work together, we can just call each other. It will be so convenient!"

Akutsu covered up his embarrassment, snorted coldly, and carried his luggage to the room next to Nanchuan on the left.

And next to Nanchuan on the right is the room chosen by Yukimura.

He seemed to be talking to Atobe at the moment, but Nanchuan did not disturb him. Instead, after putting his luggage away, he called his brother Kitagawa to report that he was safe.

Then he fell into a deep sleep.

But no matter what, you need to have a good rest first before you can work well.

He was indeed sleeping in a very deep sleep. For someone like him, once he falls into a deep sleep, no one can wake him up. He can only be said to be sleeping when he wakes up naturally.

As a result, he woke up because of hunger.

"smell good!"

When I got up, I found that everyone was already gathered around the long table.

Everyone had almost the same Western food in front of them, with various roast beef, roast chicken, fried sausages, stewed meat, sausages, bacon steaks, etc. in the middle!

What a rich feast!

At that moment, Nanchuan thought he had come to a restaurant.

"Is it necessary? To eat so much?"

He sat down, and everyone started eating together.

"I'm hungry. Let's eat first."

Nanchuan sat next to Atobe, and while eating, he asked, "Where's Yukimura?

From the very beginning he noticed that Yukimura was not there. Looking at the time, it was already past ten in the morning.

Atobe glanced at him and said, "You sleep too much. I've sent someone to pick him up and put him directly in the hospital. He may come back to stay occasionally. Of course, he only comes back to liven up the place when he feels bored.

But as to how his illness should be treated and whether he can be discharged from the hospital to come and play, I don’t know.

Nanchuan said "oh", there is no doubt that Tobe does things properly and efficiently.

Yukimura could get his help, this illness is not a big problem,

He asked again: "So today, can we go find the underground organization? I'm eager to try!"

Atobe nodded again: "Of course, and I have already informed them, I am back!"

He stood up, glanced at Yue Ren again, and snapped his fingers at everyone:

"Eat now. After that, I'll take you to practice a different kind of ball!"

“How different?”

“The ball will hurt and bleed.”

Chapter 108 "Killing Skills", Nanchuan's situation: If he doesn't die, he will be disabled!

"Bleeding tennis ball?"

The originally wonderful breakfast suddenly tasted bloody, and everyone almost choked on their drinks.

“Isn’t it so exciting?”

Is tennis in this country like this?

Seeing everyone's reaction, a smug expression appeared on his face:

Tennis here is indeed very dangerous, and I am bringing you here to broaden your horizons, so are you ready to bleed?"

Everyone was stunned, thinking he was joking, but he had such a serious and solemn expression that they didn't know how to respond for a moment.

After all, even if domestic tennis is violent, it is not a bloody game.

Nanchuan finished drinking the milk and said, “Atobe, please don’t scare them, it’s not that serious yet.

Things like bloody tennis are not yet at the point where we need to draw too much tension. After all, no one wants to hurt anyone right away.

Unless those people are crazier than he thinks.

However, it is not impossible. Anyone who plays underground tennis is crazy.

He added: "But you still have to be careful. Just remember one thing: if you get hit, you have to fight back. It's that simple."

Atobe nodded in agreement: "Yes, if you get beaten you should fight back, that's exactly what I want to tell you."

"Now, let's get ready to go!"

Everyone put on their tennis bags, their blood boiling and their spirits high:

"Let's go!"

We can’t let the locals underestimate our tennis!

Walking on the road, Nanchuan was naturally excited. After all, the next part-time job could be achieved through playing tennis. He could play tennis and make money at the same time. This was indeed what he had thought of from the beginning. It was just that playing underground tennis instead of professional tennis was more dangerous than imagining.

But these are also the reasons why he is excited.

He didn't know how Atobe contacted the underground tennis players in this area, but it was obvious that his efficiency was very high. When they appeared at a street tennis court, they were surrounded as soon as they entered the court.

The temperament of these people is very special, and Nanchuan is sure that they are the ones they are looking for.

Sure enough, the leader, a big guy with a scar on his face and blond hair, pointed his racket directly at Atobe:

Atobe, why are you back here looking for death again?"

They used English, and most of them had no problem with English, so daily communication in English was not a problem.

When everyone heard this, they all rushed forward:

"Hey, that's so rude!"

"If you insist on saying so, then you are the ones seeking death."

Damn it! I was provoked as soon as I arrived, and compared with the situation in China, the atmosphere here really makes people feel the most direct and obvious danger.

Because not only were they saying provocative words, but they were also holding stones instead of tennis balls.

Nanchuan noticed that there were five people in total, not many, but they were big in size, and only four of them were able to surround all eleven of them.

They don’t look like junior high school students, but maybe, they are just junior high school students.

Anado Ryo and Gakuto were both hot-blooded young men, and they were good at talking. If they really started quarreling, they could quarrel with their opponents for a whole day and a night, but Akutsu was a man of action. He squatted down gloomily and picked up a few stones outside the court. The five guys probably didn't expect that they would come up with such a posture and pick up stones. This was completely different from the image of the weak and timid little Japanese guys they had imagined, and they were stunned for a moment.

But they quickly realized: "Haha, Atobe, this is the teammate you mentioned? It looks like he is just bluffing like you. He wants to join the underground tennis, but he doesn't have the qualifications.

Akutsu threw a stone directly at the man who was speaking, leaving another bloody mark on the face of the blond scarred man.

He showed an evil smile: "Stop making so much noise, can you please get to the point?"

The scene was quiet for a while.

Nanchuan and the others secretly gave Akutsu a thumbs up in their hearts. It was so direct and the effect was so good.