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Kirihara Chiya was also dragged down by Sanada Genichiro, and the deputy minister held down the restless junior, so that the junior could save a kelp life with Yukimura Seichi.

I don't know if kelp can be considered as a single-celled organism... Anyway, Qi Yuanchi is also very easy to understand.

In a word, Yukimura Seichi knew it.

The person in front of him is a high school student who was abused by Chiya in front of the finals of the Kanto Tournament by finding the wrong venue.

Boom seniors.

"...Well, it's actually me." Shuuji Taneshima pointed to himself, indicating that the Lihai Junior High School had admitted the wrong person.

It was far away before, and they only heard fragmentary conversations. They didn't hear the conversation between Toko and Shuji Taneshima clearly, so they didn't know... Toko is actually not a member of the tennis club.

Junior high school and high school are a watershed, and no amount of swings can make up for skill and experience.Hiroko looked at Yukimura Seiichi who was looking at Shuji Taneshima, and was speechless for a while.

A book title instantly appeared in the brain that had been poisoned.

"My (high school) current (tennis department head) and (junior high school) former (tennis head) looked at each other and turned to me"

In the next second, the dark blue-haired youth and the white-haired youth looked at him together.

Hong Xiang: What did I say?

After being interrupted by Kirihara Chiya, Hongxiang finally dug out the names of these people from Hehui-jun's memory palace.

"Yukimura, Sanada..."

Looking at the teenagers wearing Lihai junior high school uniforms, most of them entered the tennis club in the first year of junior high school, and Hong Xiang naturally knew them.

The blond youths called their names one by one, and those who were called all subconsciously stood up straight, put away the lazy posture just now, as if being called by an instructor on the military training ground.

In the end, Hongxiang's gaze stayed on Akaya Kirihara who was being suppressed by Sanada Genichiro, doubts leaked from his blue eyes.

"...Who is this?"

Kirihara Akaya: "..."

Shuji Tanejima: "...Poof."

Everyone in the junior high school was also a little bit emotional, and no one opened their mouths to introduce their juniors for a while.

"Ah, I remember." Facing the indignant eyes of Kamikirihara Chiya, Hong Xiang said slowly, "You are Li Haida's trump card."

Yukimura Seiichi and his group: "..." Suddenly, it was embarrassing.

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They didn't stay around the corner for too long. After all, the agreed time was coming and it was time to start the game.

The seniors from Lihai University and High School received the juniors from the Junior High School and let them sit inside the barbed wire fence, while Hongxiang naturally followed Haichang and sat opposite.

Then, Hong Xiang was caught by Shuji Taneshima for a beat, and was pushed down on the field by surprise, "Come on, our singles three!"

Hong Xiang:? ? ?

The blond young man held the racket in his hand, and was directly confused.Leng Leng looked at the opponent behind the net.

The single player on the opposite side adjusted his glasses, feeling that his short-sightedness had deepened again, otherwise he seemed to see Minister Hongxiang... Senior.

Singles Three used to be a student of Lihai University Junior High School, in the same grade as Hong Xiang, so naturally spent a lot of time with Hong Xiang.

Then the referee's voice sounded:

"First match! Singles three! Haichang——Hang Xiang! VS! Li Haida——"

Singles Three couldn't hear the voice behind.

Looking at the increasingly familiar person in front of him, he felt that he was going to die.

Anyway, I still played basketball in physical education class, and tennis... well, Hongxiang still played it.

In the memory of Mr. Hehui.

Knowing how to play doesn't mean really knowing how to play.

And he had only roughly flipped through the tennis rules in his mind a second ago.

To put it simply... don't go out of bounds, hit all the balls back... just fine?

Three singles is going to be crazy.

He is proud of the speed of serving, the moves he has practiced for a long time, the smashing ball under heavy pressure... without exception, all of them were beaten back.

Sweat drenched his clothes, and his opponent was panting.Not only the players on the field, but even Lihai University and Senior High School held their breaths on the bench, not daring to miss any dynamics of the game.

Because...there were quite a few people who were directly promoted to the junior middle school.

When Hong Xiang watched the finals the day before yesterday, he just stood on the periphery, mixed with many spectators, and was covered by people from the basketball department. It is normal that people from Lihai University and High School did not see it.

And now, the former minister is directly standing on their field, and he is still the opponent of his school...

On that day, Lihai University and Senior High School recalled the fear of being dominated by Minister Hongxiang.

Hongxiang Hehui set a rule for himself: not to use the fire of dead energy in school.

But for a child who played G/Lock slyly at the age of three, his physical abilities in other aspects cannot be measured by common sense.

The dynamic eyesight that can see the trajectory of bullets clearly, the agility that can fight against hundreds of gangsters alone, and keep a clear mind even when you are desperate... Playing tennis is more than enough.

There are no flashy moves, no bottom-of-the-box skills, just hitting back all the balls you see.Occasionally, I see the opponent's big move, and let them vent their [-] points in a reasonable way. By the way, try the opponent's serve with Hollywood special effects.

After seeing that the nirvana that he had hidden for several years was hit by Hong Xiang casually.

The singles three mentality finally collapsed.

"6:2! Haichang - Hongxiang wins!!"

Inexplicably pushed into the game, he won the game, and the blond youth was still a little dazed after he got off the field.Compared to his opponent's profuse sweating, he didn't take a breath.

The white-haired, brown-skinned young man put his hand on Hong Xiang's shoulder, grinning, "President, you are showing mercy."

Hong Xiang: I'm in a state of ignorance, how can I do my best?

Compared with the official match, there are not so many rules in the friendly match. After the three singles and two doubles matches, the people from Lihai University still pulled Haichang and refused to let him go, and even the junior high school got involved.

"You, come play with me again!" Kirihara Akaya took a step forward, pointing at Shuji Taneshima with a tennis racket.

The white-haired and brown-skinned senior in high school looked at the junior in the second year of junior high school, and agreed generously.

Then, the little kelp hit the street again.

"Akaya, now is not the time for you to challenge your senior." Sanada Genichiro's iron fist hit him on the head.

Liu Lian Er nodded, "The possibility that Chi Ye won against that senior...0.02%."

After watching the game all afternoon, Seiichi Yukimura was also a little helpless, he borrowed the beat from the members and ran to the opposite side.

"Hengxiang... Senior, can I ask you to enlighten me?"

The blond young man froze for a moment, didn't go to pick up the beat, and met the young man's dark blue eyes, "Can you do it?"

Hong Xiang, who has been proficient in using "ripple", has a super sense of hearing and smell, and of course the other five senses are the same, but because being too sharp is not a good thing, Hong Xiang will subconsciously weaken the senses.

If you walk down the street, you can clearly see how many ants are on the road, you can hear the groaning of harmonious things in a room with a height of more than ten floors when you pass by a hotel, and you can smell the smell of kitchen slop buckets when you enter a restaurant... these days Can't get past it!

But if you concentrate a little bit, you can feel the trembling of the opponent's bones, the contraction of the muscles, and the sound of blood flowing through the clothes. There are also bold club members who request to play against members of the Kaito Tennis Club.

Only Yukimura Seiichi was alone, his blood and cells were boiling, and he obviously wanted to play too.But the boy has been sitting on the bench without moving.

Hong Xiang observed carefully and came to a conclusion.This is a young man recovering from a serious illness.

His body is not strong enough to support him to do such strenuous exercise.

So the blond young man felt a little inconceivable that Yukimura Seiichi came to him for "education".

"It doesn't matter." The young man smiled slightly, "I am sensible, Senior Hongxiang."

It's just a simple... just two matches.

The blond youth frowned: That's not what your body says, you have to recover well before playing, boy!

"6:0! Haichang - Hongxiang wins!"

The dark blue-haired boy held the racket in a vague manner, and stood still.

... He didn't catch a single ball.

Even if it was his own serve, when the ball returned by Senior Hongxiang hit the ground, it was the moment when the ending was doomed.

"No way, the minister..." Kirihara Chi also stared wide-eyed, it was the first time he saw the minister lose a game.

Liu Lian'er closed the notebook, "This is better for Yukimura."

"Yukimura's body is obviously not strong enough to support a complete match, so Tokigo-senpai ended the match in the fastest way." Yagyu Hiroshi pushed his glasses.

Although there is another way... But everyone knows Yukimura's stubbornness, if Tokogo-senpai loses to him on purpose, Yukimura Seiki will probably be very angry, and feel even more humiliated.

"Pfft~ It's amazing."

"Senior, you are still as powerful as ever."

Facing this result, the dark blue-haired boy didn't have too many negative emotions, and he quickly adjusted his expression.

"I don't know if I can meet my senior on the field after a year."

Yukimura Seichi refers to the fact that a year later he entered high school and became a high school group. Whether it was Hongxiang or the third year of high school, they might still meet on the field that year.

Hong Xiang: Don't think about it, it's impossible, I don't play tennis.

A day of high school life ended like this, and in the next few days, Hong Xiang repeated today's life, completely ignoring Mori Ogai's summons.

Because I have been exposed to sports recently, all the knowledge about sports in my mind jumped out.

Every sport opens a door when it reaches a level.

For example, the selfless realm of tennis, the ZONE of basketball, the realm of runners in running...

In fact, the essence is the same.It is the highest state that can only be reached with no distractions, no distracting thoughts and rich experience.

In the basketball club, there is no one who has reached ZONE. In the tennis club, only Shuji Taneshima, who was invited by U-17 last year, has reached the ZONE. Time came to block people, and Hong Xiang, who had just trained in the basketball team, was dragged to the tennis team.

In the depths of no-self there are three gates—hardened, brilliant, and flawless.

One day, Hong Xiang was dragged to a bar by Osamu Dazai on the way, and met the man with the ability of "seamless clothes".

After observing the flesh/body under the other party's clothes, and hearing that this powerful ex-assassin is now doing a low-level job and raising five children, Hong Xiang sincerely suggested: "Would you like to go?" play tennis?"

Isn't there a "Samurai Nanjiro" in Japan? Maybe you will be the next "Ninja Sakunosuke".