Tennis: Let you take charge of the youth school, and all become professionals

Except for Chen Fan, other players such as Yukimura Seiichi chose to go back to their respective schools.

Hyotei Academy.

now.

Hiyoshi Waka is leading the members of Hyotei's tennis club in their daily training.

Because of his loss to Kirihara Akaya yesterday, Hiyoshi Wakata worked extra hard today.

The one fighting against him was still Takahiro Kabata.

As if in order to surpass Kirihara Akaya, Hiyoshi Wakaba broke away from Kabaji Takahiro and imitated Kirihara Akaya's skills to compete with him.

Off the field.

The appearance of a group of people attracted the attention of the players on the court.

Atobe Keigo, Oshitari Yuushi, Mukai Taketo and other seniors who have already graduated, wearing the former blue and white uniforms of Hyotei, holding tennis rackets in their hands, slowly walked into the court.

There are many new members joining the tennis club in Hyotei Academy. Seeing the sudden appearance of Atobe Keigo and others, they can't help but feel curious.

"Hey, who are these people?"

"You don't know the seniors from Hyotei's previous class?"

"Compared to President Hiyoshi, who is more powerful?"

"Shh! Shut up! Don't you know who founded the Hyotei Tennis Club? Even if you haven't heard of President Atobe, you've heard of the Atobe Group, right?"

"I heard that this Atobe-senpai is a professional player!"

"What? Such a young professional player?!"

The freshmen of Hyotei Academy were whispering to each other.

Atobe Keigo didn't care, holding the racket in his hand, pointing it at Hiyoshi Wakaba.

"Hey, Hiyoshi, come do some warm-up exercises with us seniors!"

Atobe Keigo raised the corner of his mouth and said with a frivolous look on his face.

Hiyoshiwaka frowned slightly and agreed happily.

……

The same scene also happened in the other three schools.

Seniors who have already graduated, such as Kunimitsu Tezuka and Seiichi Yukimura, returned to campus and played a game with the younger students who had just joined the tennis club.

And among these presidents.

However, one person was quite helpless.

Okinawa.

Odaimu Ramen Restaurant.

CRACK——!!

Kimetsu Eishiro pushed open the door of the shop.

"Hello, welcome!"

The waiters in the store all spoke up.

When they looked up and saw that the person coming was Kide Nagashiro, they were all stunned.

Chinen, Hirakoba and others immediately rushed over and pushed Kide Nagashiro to the ground.

"Asshole Eishiro! You're finally here! Come on and help with the work!"

"We've been waiting for you! Hurry up and work part-time to help Higa Junior High School set up a tennis club!"

"That's right! This year, the only member of the tennis club is Shiranui, and they don't even have any training equipment. How can Higa Junior High School stand a chance?"

Seniors who have already graduated, such as Chinen, Hirakoba, and Tian Renzhi.

Still choose to help Higa Junior High School raise training funds for the tennis club.

Even if you have graduated.

They also want to develop the Higa Junior High School tennis club.

Therefore, I took advantage of my vacation time to work at Ramen 533.

Poor Kide Nagashiro, he came to the ramen restaurant thinking he could reminisce about the past, but he was forced to work as a laborer instead.

……

At dusk.

When Kunimitsu Tezuka, Seiichi Yukimura and others left the academy.

Freshmen from Rikkai University High School, Seigaku, etc., have already become their fans.

"Vice President Momoshiro! Tezuka-senpai and the others are too strong!"

"That's right! President Haitang! President Tezuka just hit all your balls back without even moving a step!"

"And that senior, Fuji, his basketball skills are so amazing and cool! Watching him play is such a pleasure!"

"And Inui-senpai's data tennis! It's like a prophecy, so scary! Just as scary as his Inui juice!"

"The seniors are so strong! No wonder we won the championship in the last national competition!"

After Tezuka Kunimitsu and others left, the freshmen of Seigaku immediately surrounded Momoshiro Takeshi and others, talking to each other with shocked expressions.

"No, the most important reason why we were able to win the championship is Coach Chen Fan."

Momoshiro Takeshi shook his head and added.

then.

Taocheng Wu couldn't help but add some legendary deeds of Chen Fan.

After hearing this, all the freshmen in the youth school became his complete fans.

"Number one in the world?! A professional player? A former coach of Seigaku!? And the head coach of the U-17 elite training camp! Number one for the Sakura team?"

"Are you crazy?! One ball made holes in half the court?!"

309. Mutation, a strange man came to the door! (Subscribe)

With the promotion of Momoshiro Takeshi of Qingxue to his younger classmates, Chen Fan gradually became a legend in Qingxue.

Even in Qingxue, there is a person who tells everyone about Chen Fan’s glorious history, and that is Horio Daisen.

night.

Street tennis court.

Horio Daisen and Katsuo both seem to be in trouble.

"Hey! Let me tell you! I, Horio, am at least a sophomore on the school team now! I've been around the world with Coach Chen Fan, even though I'm just cheering! But my current strength is not something that an ordinary person can beat me."

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't come over here again! I'll call for help if you come over again!"

Junpei Horio and Katsuo were surrounded by two foreigners on a street tennis court.

"Kid, Echizen Ryoma, is he from your school of Seigaku? Where are the others?"

A dark-skinned foreigner with dreadlocks spoke in a stilted Japanese accent with a very unfriendly tone.

"Little brother, we have something to do with Echizen Ryoma. Can you please ask him to come out for a moment?"

The other blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigner had a gentler tone and spoke fluent Sakura dialect.

"Echi...Echizen?" Horio looked at the two guys who were a whole head taller than him with a nervous face and his tone was a little nervous.

Just now, Shengxiong and I were practicing tennis.

As soon as these two foreigners came over, they said they were looking for Echizen. From their tone and appearance, it was obvious that they were not Echizen's friends.

But when they found out that I knew Yue, the two of them kept pestering me.

There is definitely something bad going on.

It’s better to slip away first!

Horio thought to himself, his little head spinning frantically.

"Echizen! You're here! These two guys have been looking for you!"

suddenly.

Horio pointed behind the two foreigners and shouted.

as predicted.

The two foreigners turned their heads at the same time and looked towards the entrance.

But there was no Echizen Ryoma; there was no one there at all.

"Kid! Where's Echizen Ryoma?"

The foreigner turned to question, only to see Horio and Katsuo holding tennis bags and running towards the tennis court exit.

"Oh no! We've been discovered! Shengxiong, run!"

Horio was frightened and staggered, crawling and rolling to speed up.

"Little devil! You still want to escape!"

The black foreigner with dreadlocks snorted coldly.

Throw the tennis ball into the air and hit it hard with the racket in your hand.

Boom——! !

The tennis ball flew towards Horio at an incredible speed.

When Horio heard the sound of the ball being hit, he subconsciously turned around and the tennis ball was already in front of him. He was so scared that his legs went weak and he fell to the ground, just avoiding the tennis ball flying towards him.

boom--! !

The tennis ball hit the wire mesh on the street tennis court heavily, and the wire was instantly dented.

The ball did not fall to the ground, but continued to spin on the wire mesh, making a rustling sound. The intense friction caused the temperature of the fibers on the surface of the tennis ball to quickly reach the ignition point.

With a "pop" sound, the entire tennis ball caught fire, fell to the ground, and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

"real or fake!"

When Junpei Horio saw this scene, he swallowed nervously.

Fortunately, the ball didn't hit him, otherwise he wouldn't be able to withstand it.

"Huh, you're pretty lucky."

"But I'll still let you experience the consequences of playing tricks on me, little brat!"

“God can save you once, but he won’t save you a second time.”

The black foreigner with dreadlocks said this and hit the tennis ball towards Horio again.

This time the sound of the tennis ball breaking through the wind was clearer and the speed was much faster than before.

"It's over, it's over!"

"Help!"

Junpei Horio screamed in despair and used the tennis racket in his hand to protect his face.

He could already sense that this ball would most likely penetrate his racket and injure him, but he was powerless and could not even stand up.

now.

He has closed his eyes.

Quietly waiting for this goal, he would end up with a bloody head.

however.

at this time.

A tennis backpack flew over and blocked Horio right in front of him.

Snapped--! !