Legendary tennis, starting from signing up to talent

Chapter 37

As soon as the words fell.

Instantly.

Everyone present was stunned.

Shock, weirdness and other emotions lingered in everyone's heart.

"A freshman in junior high school... He is as handsome as the protagonist in a comic book... and his tennis skills are ridiculously strong."

"Even... He is so... rich and inhumane."

"It's really admirable!!!"

The next second.

Here are the new members.

A boy about 1.4 meters tall, with orange-red hair, big eyes, and a rosy face looked at Kitagawa not far away with starry eyes.

He couldn't help but speak.

"Urayama!"

A classmate on the side hurriedly pulled the corner of Urayasu Shita's clothes, hoping that he would calm down.

"Oh... Oh!"

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!"

Urayama Shita, who reacted, hurriedly covered his mouth with both hands.

But his eyes remained unchanged.

"Ahem..."

After hearing the voice of the first-year junior high school member Shiita Uraya, Genichirō Sanada coughed a few times in embarrassment.

Then he glanced at Kitagawa who was smiling but not saying anything, and spoke seriously.

"Principal Yoshizawa, isn't this a bit too hasty?"

"Before, Yukimura and I were responsible for the coaching work of the men's tennis club of Rikkai University Affiliated Junior High School."

"I don't deny the strength of this junior Kitagawa."

"But what a coach has to do is different from what you have to do when playing tennis."

"I'm worried..."

But before Genichirō Sanada could finish his words.

A figure rushed over here at a very fast speed.

Step!

As the other party jumped up, he rode directly on Yoshizawa Tsutomu's shoulder.

The next moment.

Snap!

The extremely painful slap hit Yoshizawa Tsutomu's forehead.

"Senior Niou."

"Finally I caught you!"

"Do you still want to fool everyone?"

"I just passed by Principal Yoshizawa!"

Kirihara Akaya, sweating profusely and grabbing Yoshizawa Tsutomu's beard with both hands, yelled angrily.

"Hiss!!!"

"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts..."

Yoshizawa Tsutomu, who looked extremely confused, was in so much pain that tears came out at this moment.

His hands were in a mess at this moment.

He didn't know whether to take care of the red and swollen forehead first, or the carefully groomed beard.

"Are you still acting?"

"Then I'll pull off all your fake beards and fake hair!"

Kirihara Akaya, who had been chasing for more than three hours, was now sure that the person under him was Niou Masaharu.

"Huh..."

"So it was Niou who was pretending."

"That's what I said."

"How could Principal Yoshizawa come here in person to pass on the message?"

Seemingly worried about being taught a lesson by Kitagawa, who is younger than him, in the future, Marui Bunta heaved a sigh of relief after hearing what Kirihara Akaya said.

In fact, he was not the only one who felt this way.

Sanada Genichirō was particularly obvious.

At the same time.

He also glanced at Kitagawa who was standing next to him.

[This guy is really evil! ]

[Knowing it was fake, he was still cooperating with Niou to act...]

However, compared to Sanada Genichirō and the others, Yukimura Seiichi had a strange look on his face.

Because the bag between his eyebrows did not look like a fake skin.

The next moment.

A voice sounded behind them.

"Puff!"

"You didn't see how much fun Kirihara was just now."

"I dressed up as Principal Yoshizawa... and walked past him..."

After Niou Masaharu put his index finger to his mouth to signal the new members not to speak,

he turned around and said to everyone with a smile.

As he was talking,

he also saw Kirihara Akaya riding on Principal Yoshizawa Tsutomu's shoulders.

"Hehe..."

"It's too lively here."

"I'm not used to it, so I'll retreat first."

As he spoke, he was ready to leave this place of trouble.

"Enough!"

Looking at Niou Masaharu who wanted to run away and Kirihara Akaya who was still torturing Principal Yoshizawa Tsutomu,

Sanada Genichirō's eyelids twitched.

He immediately shouted to stop them.

If he continued to let the two of them make trouble,

he didn't dare to imagine how much trouble it would cause later.

"You are Niou-senpai?!"

"Then who are you?"

Kirihara Akaya looked in the direction of the voice, and Niou Masaharu's figure appeared directly in his sight.

He looked at the slightly overloaded CUP and was still being dragged by himself.Yoshizawa Tsutomu, who was holding his son.

He asked in a very cute way.

Then he was startled, quickly let go and jumped down, and then he lowered his head and pretended to be stupid.

"Principal Yoshizawa, I'm so sorry!"

Sanada Genichirō bowed and apologized loudly.

As for the others, it was the same.

There is no doubt.

This oolong incident is really a major accident for the tennis club!

"Hu... Hu... Hu..."

Yoshizawa Tsutomu, who was relieved, panted a little quickly.

His expression changed repeatedly.

However.

After he glanced at the smiling Kitagawa.

"Hu..."

He exhaled a long breath.

Then a smile appeared on his face.

He spoke to Kitagawa in a slightly naive manner.

"Don't get me wrong, Kitagawa."

"The three treasures of Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School are history, environment and students."

"Everyone is so lively, which is more like the mental outlook that a teenager should have."

It's obvious.

Yoshizawa Tsutomu is worried that this incident will cause the big moneybag Kitagawa to withdraw his investment.

As the saying goes, those who achieve great things don't care about trivial matters.

So even though he was displeased with Kirihara Akaya's offensive behavior just now, the principal of Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School didn't pursue anything.

"Yeah."

"It's good."

"It can be regarded as a welcome party for becoming the coach of the men's tennis club of Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School."

Kitagawa nodded, trying hard to hold back his laughter.

"That's good, that's good."

"Well, then I'll go and deal with the things that Kitagawa asked me to do before."

"As for the others, please talk to them."

Yoshizawa Tsutomu took out a pocket handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his sweat, and talked to Kitagawa.

After that,

He hurriedly walked out of the tennis club.

As for Kitagawa, he turned his eyes to the regulars.

"Kitagawa, you are not a relative of the principal, right?"