How the Protagonist of Sports Manga is Made

The tennis club only got No.2 in popularity in the Kaihara Festival club competition, but was suppressed by the baseball club and didn't get the biggest reward.

The baseball department also won the national championship this year. In Lihai University, the tennis department and the baseball department have always been neck and neck. They are the two largest sports clubs, and they naturally compete with each other.

"They're throwing a social dance."

It's not uncommon to have a prom, but the baseball club cunningly captures the psychology of young admirers in this age group.

"The point is...they invited a lot of girls," Yukimura shrugged helplessly, explaining to the unconvinced members.

"Damn it!" Kirihara Chiya slapped the table and said impulsively, "I should have listened to Senior Kuwahara if I knew it earlier, everyone should dress up as women!"

"..."

Liu couldn't bear to look directly: Does this guy know what he's talking about!

He raised his hand and pressed the hot-blooded kelp on the seat, then cleared his throat and comforted him: "We still have income from the dessert house."

As usual, it is difficult to make a good profit from the dessert sales sponsored by the students at the school festival.

But Marui, as a patient with a severe sweet tooth, is very good at making desserts; on the other hand, thanks to the friends invited by the tennis club, he ordered a large package of desserts:

——For example, Atobu packs a portion for each member, and the cousin of Saburo Mori also strongly supports it, saying that she will take it home for the younger brothers and children at home to taste.

All in all, the dessert house is quite profitable, and almost all desserts such as cakes, puddings, and coffee jelly are sold out.

After checking the bill, Liubi said with relief that it happened to meet the funds for this semester.

Having solved the urgent need of the tennis club, the candidates all heaved a sigh of relief and couldn't help but feel happy.

This Haiyuan Festival, when they started planning, there was only one week left, and the preparations were very hasty, and it was considered very good to get the second place.

Yukimura did not forget to express his thanks by sending emails to Mori Lan, Atobe and other friends who helped and supported.

Mao Lilan replied quickly, saying that the children liked it very much, and asked if he could take them to watch the game next time.

Yukimura readily agreed.

Atobe seems to be busy, so he will reply to the email in the evening:

"You're welcome. And, Li Haida actually let the only girl in the department be the waiter? What if she gets harassed!"

——Just as if he wasn't the one who forced the girl on a date before.

Yukimura: "..."

How boring is this uncle to find fault?

Yukimura shook his head, and "accidentally" deleted the email.

On the other side, Atobe, who had finally finished handling the affairs of the student union, leaned back on the sofa, waited for a while, but did not hear the email notification, so he picked up his mobile phone and made a call.

Yukimura was practicing his swing at home when he heard the phone ringing in his tennis bag.

——Nine times out of ten it is that boring old man.

Yukimura pretended not to have heard of it, and walked a little further away with his racket to practice his serve.

After more than ten minutes, I came back to pick up the towel, and the phone in the bag was still vibrating persistently.

Yukimura: "..."

He had no choice but to take out his phone.

"Sorry, I didn't pay attention to the phone during the practice just now," Yukimura explained without guilt as soon as he got through.

Atobe's questioning was blocked, and he was at a loss for words for a while.

But he was just upset that the other party was ignoring him, so he asked the butler to keep calling... But now... it seems that there is nothing else to talk about?

The only interactions between him and Yukimura are tennis and the last Unabara Festival.

Hai Yuan Festival—he suddenly remembered the mummy and masked guards at the checkout.

"Ah, Li Kaida is planning to train Kaito Shun and Kirihara to be ministers, right?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Atobe reflected in annoyance how embarrassing the topic he picked up at random:

Hastily asking about the other party's successor is almost like deliberately spying on other people's tennis club.

"I'm just reminding you," Atobe quickly remedied, said "goodbye" in a hurry, and hung up the phone.

Yukimura:? ? ?

But Atobe did speak to his vague worries.

The main lineup of the Lihai University Tennis Club is mainly the second grade: the Big Three, Marui and Kuwahara.

Two first-year main selections: Kirihara and Kaito Shun.

Originally, only these two were the most outstanding freshmen in the first grade. Not surprisingly, they will be the future ministers and vice ministers who will be the key training in the second grade.

But Aren Kuigusu, who is now joining the tennis team, also has great potential.

In terms of strength, Kaito and Kirihara are even better.

But considering their personalities...

——The seniors are even embarrassed to take them out to meet people!

——Let them go out by themselves, [-]% of them will get lost again, and they may even go to Tokyo or even run out of Kanto.

As Liu said, when these two children get together, the troubles will add up to the point where even Yukimura finds it difficult.

If you really want to consider the minister, Kubotanisu's personality is more suitable, but violent style of play is a big problem.

In the middle school tennis world, the style of violent play has been criticized, and it was only prevalent in Kansai Makinoto and Kyushu Shiraku for a while.

Lihaida itself neither advocates nor resists it.

However, if the minister plays this type of tennis, the overall position will be changed invisibly, and it will most likely affect the effectiveness of the entire tennis department.

Yukimura rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.

Although it is too early to consider a successor, he always has an inexplicable sense of urgency, urging him to arrange everything in the tennis department as soon as possible.

It's like people are about to lose something important, and occasionally have a premonition of panic.

Yukimura arranged three practice matches.

Play two games in the first week: Shun Kaito on Wednesday and Akaya Kirihara on Friday.

Instead of using the five senses to accompany them to enhance their mental strength as usual, he fed the ball patiently, pointed out the problem at the end of one round, and then explained the correct way of play in detail, and so on for six rounds.

This abnormal approach quickly attracted the attention of the candidates.

Marui complained dissatisfied, and his tone was a bit sour: "It's not fair! The minister has never played like this with me, and he uses yips every time."

He also wants to be guided gently by such a minister!

"Okay," Yukimura laughed, "Aren's competition is on Wednesday... If there is no accident, it can be scheduled for next Friday."

The game of Yugusu is in the second week.

During the seven-ball test for the club, Yukimura could see that Ketanisu was full of vigor.

——This boy with the appearance of a top student is proud of his absolute strength and speed, and ignores the skills of tennis itself.

After continuously pointing out several basic errors such as forehand and backhand grips, Yukimura released his mental power.

Before the overwhelming darkness hit, Yukiyasu heard Yukimura say:

"To play tennis, mental strength and skill are indispensable."

The purple-haired boy's eyes lost focus, and he stood motionless in the center of the court holding his racket, like a puppet without a soul.

Yukimura didn't move, just waited quietly, as if he didn't hear the comments from the outside members.

After a long time, the darkness and silence finally receded.

Kui Guxu was stunned, and looked in awe at the formidable and seemingly insurmountable person opposite.

"In tennis, absolute power doesn't mean everything," Yukimura said, looking straight at Keiyasu, with deep meaning in his words.

"More than that, if you want to become an ordinary person, strength alone is not enough, at least you must learn how to get along with others."

The department is over.

The teenagers walked together.

Yugusu was rarely depressed.

Yukimura asked him about violent tennis.Playing tennis wasn't fighting after all, and he didn't want to live the days that sent people to the hospital from time to time.

"My friend, there is no need to worry so much."

Kai Teng Shun looked like a very transparent visitor, and patted Gu Gusu comfortingly.

"Don't you realize what kind of world this is?"

Gu Guxu:?

"Bible", "Dark Reunion", "Wings of Darkness", "Eighteen Personalities", "Soul Fragments"...Which one is the correct answer?

He organized his language carefully, and tentatively replied: "A world where the Black Wings under the guidance of the 'Bible' fight against Dark Reunion and search for the soul fragments of eighteen personalities?"

Hai Teng Shun had a disgusted expression of "children can't be taught": "Haven't you realized it yet? We are now in the dimension of sports comics. This is a world of teenagers who can't die."

"Bleeding in the head can stop on its own, and it can be revived after being hit by a bullet..."

Hai Teng pointed at the brown-haired boy who fell to the ground, and saw the latter suddenly bounced off the ground, his clothes exploded, his head burst into flames, and the wind swept past the main candidates.

"Correspondingly, the degree of danger has also increased. For example, when walking on the road, you may be hit by a ball or hit by a stick for no reason... There is a possibility of a black nose and a swollen face at any time."

As soon as he finished speaking, a rock flew from a distance and hit Qi Yuan on the head, causing him to fall to the ground with his eyes rolled over.

In less than a second, the seniors didn't even have time to come over to help, Kirihara got up by himself, covering his head.

Yugusu: "..."

"Xiao Shun's words are always so interesting," Yukimura and Liu listened to the juniors chatting while walking.

Liu helplessly supported his forehead: "That guy always imagines various settings."

"In a way, it's tempting to believe. If, I mean, if we really lived in the world of sports comics he talks about—wouldn't we be sick?"

Such a strange tone... Liu looked at him with a frown and reminded: "In this season, you should pay attention to your body, Jingshi."

Yukimura looked sideways at the sunset by the sea, and stopped in his tracks.

"It's beautiful," he murmured.

The other teenagers also stopped to admire the sea view.

This coastal road is the only way to and from the school every day.

At the end of the tennis club, it happened that the red sun was gradually sinking, half of it was hanging in the sky, and half of it was reflected in the sea.

The boy with iris-purple hair faced the setting sun with his back, under the red clouds in the sky, the boy seemed to be walking around with a layer of gold.

——Like a real person who is favored by the gods.

Hai Teng's pupils shrank suddenly.

In sight, the young man who was laughing at Yan Yan last second suddenly fell to the ground unconsciously.

In a trance, it seems that the world is spinning.

The setting sun is like blood, and the devil meets at dusk.

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