Net King: This player is backed by justice

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

As the sun sets, the shadows gradually cover the Yamabuki Tennis Club. The Yamabuki Tennis Club gradually becomes quiet and empty due to the departure of the members, but the rapid sound of hitting the ball is always heard, as if it is unwilling to gradually become silent. A part of the shadow makes its own screams and struggles alone.

The leaving members looked at the only place still under the afterglow of the setting sun, where a boy with the same color of hair as the afterglow was working hard.

"Qianshi has worked really hard these past two days!"

"Well, the attitude has completely changed."

"After all, what happened two days ago really hit him hard."

"There is no way. Who knew the opponent would be so strong? In fact, even if the opponent is not Qianshi, even the seniors' chances of winning are not too great."

"But in terms of overall strength, we, Yamabuki, are stronger. Qingxue and others don't need to be nervous at all."

"Yes, Seigaku who once had Echizen Nanjiro was defeated by the team led by the coach."

Several members discussed quietly and slowly left the club.

"Qianshi, we have cleaned the court."

"Well, you can go ahead. I will clean up after practice!"

Looking at Sengoku Seijun who kept batting practice against the wall without looking back, the first years and others who were cleaning the court looked at each other in confusion, and finally left the court.

Sweat had already wet Qianshi's pure clothes, and his originally vibrant orange hair was now thickly attached to his head. Qianshi's pure eyes had long revealed deep fatigue, but the strength in his eyes made him He kept at it.

In a daze, he saw the wall in front of him as the light of Jinguji Temple.

The same thing happened to that guy at that time. No matter what ball he hit, no matter where he hit it, he could hit it back flawlessly!

The scene of the match with Jinguji Hikaru appeared in his mind subconsciously. Qianshi Qingchun gritted his teeth unwillingly, and a determined light burst out in his tired eyes again.

"Haha!"

Qianshi Qingchun roared, picked up the racket and hit the tennis ball hard!

"Oh!"

The tennis ball hit the wall hard, and because Qianshi Qingchun deliberately vented his anger without controlling it, it bounced high and flew towards the distant sky, as if chasing the light of the setting sun.

"Ha~ha~ha~ha~"

Exhausted, Qianshi Qingchun lay down regardless of his appearance, looking up at the orange clouds that seemed to cast a shadow in the sky, always feeling depressed and heavy.

I'm going to compete with that guy soon, but I

"The gap is still too big!"

Qianshi Qingchun put an arm over his eyes. The anxiety in his heart was indescribable. He didn't want to fail again.

"Hey, are you crying?"

Suddenly, a voice with a strong and vicious mockery sounded in his ears. It was an unfamiliar voice that Qingchun Qingchun had never heard in the tennis club.

Distraught, Qianshi Qingchun's attitude was not very good. He stood up and looked at the young man with his back to the sunset, as if his whole body was hidden in the shadows. He said unhappily: "I'm not crying, and this is the tennis club. Please don’t show up to anyone who has nothing to do with you and leave as soon as possible.”

Before Qianshi Qingchun could finish his words, he saw an orange tennis ball coming towards him, almost grazing his cheek.

Feeling the burning heat on his cheeks, Qianshi's innocent eyes were slightly shaken, unbelievable.

This guy.

"Oh!"

The tennis ball hit the wall behind Qingchun Sengoku and then bounced into the hand of the instigator.

The young man, who was completely hidden in the shadows and could not see his expression clearly, except for the tennis balls he kept throwing up in his hands, had a pair of fierce eyes that impressed Qianshi Qingchun deeply.

"Don't order me!"

The young man looked at Qianshi Qingchun with disdain. In addition to being fierce, his eyes also contained contempt and ridicule for the loser.

"You loser!"

This sentence deeply stimulated Qianshi Qingchun.

"What are you talking about! You guy!"

The young man's eyes suddenly sharpened, and the next moment, the tennis ball once again hit Qianshi Qingchun. This time it was not like the previous provocation, but straight towards the bridge of Qianshi Qingchun's nose. The cold and sharp sound of breaking through the air left no doubt. , once it is hit hard by this ball, the bridge of the nose will definitely be broken.

This person is a ruthless character!

Qianshi's innocent expression condensed. Although his body was very exhausted and his physical strength was running low, he still relied on his unusual dynamic vision and instinctive reaction to avoid the ball by turning his head.

It's just that the boy's throw was too fast, too urgent, too dangerous, and too direct. Although Qingchun Qianshi was not completely hit, his cheek was still rubbed by the tennis ball.

In an instant, a burning pain hit him.

Qianshi Qingchun gritted his teeth tightly, but did not dare to act rashly. He finally saw that although the young man in front of him seemed to be as old as himself, he was completely a dangerous person who could not communicate.

Just like a wild beast.

"Haha, you guys react very quickly!"

The young man smiled coldly.

"But that's it."

With a casual glance, he looked at the tennis ball rolling to his feet with disdain.

"You're actually in such a mess because of something like tennis."

Under Qianshi's innocent and angry eyes, the boy raised his foot and stepped on the tennis ball without hesitation.

This bastard!

At this moment, the young man's status in Qianshi Qingchun's heart skyrocketed and he became the most hated person in Qianshi Qingchun's heart!

And the boy seemed to enjoy Qianshi's pure and angry eyes.

I just like the way you are angry but can't kill me.

"I really don't understand what the point of this boring exercise is."

The boy seemed to have had enough and took his feet away from the tennis ball, revealing the tennis ball that had become dirty and deformed beyond use.

"Hey, are you good at playing tennis?"

The young man's interest seemed to have not disappeared, but instead his eyes flashed with cold light, looking dangerously at Qianshi Qingchun.

Being stared at by the young man, Qianshi Qingchun felt the temperature around him drop rapidly, and a sense of danger arose spontaneously.

Looking at the young man's fierce and crazy eyes, Qianshi Qingchun subconsciously felt a sense of fear in his heart. As long as he said that he couldn't play tennis at this time, he would be safe.

"Not very good at it."

Qianshi Qingchun said in a deep voice, then raised his head and stared at the young man in front of him with burning eyes.

"But it's more than enough to teach a layman like you!"

"Oh, yes."

Hearing Qianshi's innocent answer, the young man couldn't help but feel more satisfied, and at the same time, the fierce look in his eyes became more intense.

"In that case, let's have a competition."

Then he smiled menacingly at Qianshi Qingchun.

"First of all, if you lose, it will be very miserable."

Listening to the boy's threatening words and violent appearance, Qianshi Qingchun was also nervous inside.

After all, this was his first conflict with such a bad boy, but if it was tennis.

"If you lose, just apologize to this tennis ball!"

"Apologizing to tennis? Haha."

The young man sneered disdainfully, and then said threateningly to Qianshi Qingchun.

"Okay."