Legendary tennis, starting from signing up to talent

Around eight o'clock in the evening.

At Kitagawa's house.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The crisp sound of tennis balls hitting rackets and the ground rang out one after another.

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

Kirhara Akaya panted and held the racket, staring at Kitagawa across from him.

He didn't dare to be careless or distracted at all.

And he had been in this state for more than two hours.

"Did you really defeat Sanada and Yukimura?"

The next moment.

Kirhara Akaya asked in a deep voice.

Although on the way home, the jackal Kuwahara told him roughly what happened.

But he still couldn't believe it.

"I guess so."

While speaking, Kitagawa threw the tennis ball into the air again.

This time it was no longer just one like before.

But two.

"The last two balls."

"If you can't catch it, you'll be fined!"

After Kitagawa added with a half-smile,

He quickly swung the racket in his hand.

Bang!

Bang!

The next moment.

Two crisp collisions sounded one after another.

Then it turned into two streams of light and shot towards the opposite side.

"You damn black-hearted capitalist!"

"I almost deducted more than I earned tonight."

Almost instantly.

Kirihara Akaya's eyes turned bloodshot.

His hair also turned pure white at this moment.

Even this transformation is still advancing.

Semi-demonization was abolished one after another.

Ta-ta...

Almost in the blink of an eye.

The transformed Kirihara Akaya tried his best to catch up with the tennis ball.

Two bangs sounded between the figures that shuttled quickly.

Then he rushed straight towards Kitagawa.

Aiming at the head and wrist respectively.

"Still can't control it?"

"Or is it that your heart is filled with fear of the devil's power?"

"Easily excited, easily consumed by internal friction, not only is he a stubborn person, but he's also a little timid..."

"It's a bit difficult to deal with."

Kitagawa didn't care about this situation at all.

Instead, he raised his left hand and touched his chin to analyze it.

Just when the tennis ball was less than three meters away from him.

Whoosh!

The swinging action that was almost too fast to be seen was instantly displayed.

Then.

Two loud noises sounded behind Kirihara Akaya.

Boom!!!

Boom!!!

"Whoosh..."

In the dust, Kirihara Akaya, who looked like a devil, walked out slowly.

Licking his lips with his tongue, it seemed as if a stream of hot air was spitting out of his mouth.

It looked like he was going to fight to the death.

"There seems to be a ghost behind you!"

Just the next second.

Kitagawa pointed at the back of Kirihara Akaya and said this very seriously.

It looked like he saw a ghost that couldn't be more real.

"You...you said...what?!"

"Ah!!!"

"All evils retreat, gods and ghosts are invulnerable...Amitabha...God bless..."

In an instant.

Kirihara Akaya, who was like a demon, broke through the defense.

The whole person instantly returned to normal.

The racket in his hand fell directly to the ground.

He put his hands together, closed his eyes tightly, and muttered with horror on his face.

Even his nose and tears were about to flow.

Snap!

At this moment.

A hand slapped his shoulder.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Then a sharp explosion pierced the clouds.

Then he closed his eyes, kicked his legs, and fainted from fright.

"Well, he is very timid."

With Kirihara Akaya in one hand, Kitagawa smiled brightly.

Immediately.

Kitagawa carried the other person and walked towards the rest area.

After settling him down.

Butler Kamiya Keiichi also came over.

"Master."

"Master came to visit you."

"He is in the tea room now."

Hearing this.

"Yes."

"Uncle Keiichi, please send him home later."

Kitagawa nodded.

After giving a word of advice.

He walked straight towards the tea room.

Not long after.

Crash!

Boom!

Clang!

Kitagawa opened the shoji and walked in.

He sat opposite the wooden tea table.

Crash~

At this moment, Brand also filled a cup of tea for Kitagawa.

"To be honest."

"The traditional architecture in Neon is too simple, I can't even learn it."

"The teahouse in Longguo is still simple and elegant."

Although he was tired from the journey, Brand's eyes were particularly bright at the moment.

As he spoke, he pushed the tea in front of Beichuan.

"I have invited craftsmen from Longguo."

"They will be here in a while."

Nodding, Beichuan agreed.

"Yeah."

"As long as you live comfortably."

After taking a sip of hot tea, Brand nodded.

As he put down the teacup, he looked at Beichuan across the way.

"I don't quite understand."

"Why invest in Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School? And become a tennis coach?"

Of course.

The reason why Brand asked these questions was not because Beichuan spent too much money.

But out of curiosity, it was also a measure of Beichuan's ability to handle things other than tennis.

After all, for him who has no children.

Those industries and wealth must be inherited by Beichuan.

Hearing this.

"Regarding the issue of investment."

"First of all, HERO Tennis Club has not set up a branch in Japan."

"The investment in Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School can be regarded as laying the foundation for the subsequent establishment of a branch in Japan."

"Secondly, both the branch and the headquarters need fresh blood to enter."

"Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School itself has a very large tennis club."

"In addition, the tennis level and talent of its own members are not bad."

"So, this place can be used as a potential stock training base."

Beichuan directly told what he thought in his heart.

After answering this question.

He paused, with a strong light flashing in his eyes.

"As for the tennis coach."

"A small part of it is to cultivate seeds for the club."

"More is not to waste their talents."

"Of course, this is also a disguised way to put pressure on the Japanese junior high school tennis world."

After speaking.

Pa pa pa!

Brand clapped his hands with admiration.

No doubt.

Beichuan gave him a perfect answer.

"Just do it."

"I and the HERO Tennis Club will help you reach the top!"

After stopping, Brand's eyes became particularly gentle, and he spoke from the bottom of his heart.

After that.

He slowly stood up and prepared to leave here.

After all, before Beichuan fully grows up, he still needs to continue to protect him from the wind and rain.

Crash!

After Brand opened the shoji.

Suddenly remembered something.

"By the way."

"If there is a chance."

"Say hello to the tennis consultant of Rokkaku Middle School for me."

"And give this thing to the other party."

While speaking.

Brand pointed to the rectangular box wrapped in bandages on the table in the tea room.

Then, he walked out and closed the shoji.