Sword Men's Guide to Re-Employment

After a hearty match, Yu Nanchuan looked at Chiya Kirihara, whose eyes gradually receded from the bright red color and returned to normal, rubbed his abdomen, arms and other places, and gasped softly.

The exposed skin was covered with blue and purple bruises, it looked extremely scary.

However, what is more frightening than Yu Nanchuan's body covered in injuries is Chiya Kirihara who is lying on the ground with only eyes that can move.

"Hiss, you're really ruthless." Nan Chuanyou stood on the sidelines, took the iced spray from the official medical staff, and sprayed it on the wound.

Instantly bared his teeth.

This is the first time he has suffered such a serious injury in a tennis match, and Kirihara Chiya is really a devil.

Of course, Kirihara Chi, who was exhausted in demonization state, also thought the same way.

With two chocolates stuffed into his mouth, Akira Kirihara, who barely regained some strength, also gritted his teeth and looked at the negative score he had brought on the score.

"How did you form your demonic instinct to play ball and only hit people? The devil?" Nan Chuan rubbed the bruised scars.

"You're the devil." Kirihara Chi also hummed indignantly, "You didn't last until the demonization ended before, why did your physical strength suddenly become so strong?"

Nan Chuanyou thought about it,? He has the spiritual power that can awaken the sword Fusangshen and the magical power that can ignite the flames,? "Probably it is the feng shui that flourishes."

"Really?"

Nanchuan Yu just said it casually, but Kirihara Chiya seemed to believe it.

Think of this teenager as a child who believed in the existence of Santa Claus.

……

Will Knife stuff his stockings with briquettes this Christmas?

Nanchuan You took a short rest, sprayed the medicine evenly on the wound, then got up and returned the medicine to the referee team, and returned to the team.

It's fun to quarrel with Akiya Kirihara, but as the captain, no matter whether the team wins or loses, we all have to face it together.

But even Nanchuan Yu's victory cannot change the fate of Bingsheng's 3-1 exit.

However, Zheng Xuanmen from the Tennis Department of Bingsheng Middle School was not particularly disappointed because he was already in the semi-finals and got a place to advance to the national competition.

Bingsheng Middle School's trip to the Kanto Competition has come to an end.

However, this year's Kanto competition is obviously not over yet. Under the curious eyes of many students from other schools who came to watch the competition, Lihai Dahe and Bingsheng had a happy dinner outside the competition.

The game in the afternoon is the semi-finals of the BC two groups, namely Liujiao Zhonghe Qingxue, and the winner among them will compete with Li Haida in the final.

"Are you still watching the game later?" Nan Chuanyou swallowed a mouthful of food, then turned around and asked.

"We'll go back to Likai University after eating." Yukimura Seichi shook his head, "There's nothing to see."

"Hey..." Nanchuan Yu sighed regretfully, "I thought I could watch it with you, so which team do you think Liujiao Zhonghe Qingxue will win?"

"Anything is possible in tennis." Yukimura Seiichi showed disapproval, "Even if you are strong enough to crush, you may not necessarily win the victory. go all out."

Nanchuan Yu understood what Yukimura Seichi meant, but he didn't understand why Yukimura would suddenly mention this, so he also asked the question.

"Are you surprised that I let Yanagi Renji and Sanada play doubles?" Yukimura Seichi did not answer Nanchuan Yuu's question directly, but brought up another topic.

"Yeah." Nanchuan You was taken aback for a moment, then nodded quickly.

"On the one hand, it's shocking." Seiichi Yukimura rolled his eyes at Nanchuan Yu, stretched out his hand and flicked Nanchuan Yu's forehead, and said in a tone of education, "You big-hearted guy, as the captain, you can't underestimate this. factor."

"Yeah, you're right, you're right." Nan Chuanyou rubbed his forehead and nodded aggrievedly, "But we are both..."

No need for psychological deterrence.

Ah, although it is a bit self-deprecating to say this, but the time given to Bingsheng is too short, and even physical strength can't keep up.

"Of course it's not just for you, although luck has been so good recently, let's go away."

"Absolutely not!" Nan Chuanyou shook his head decisively. He has worked hard in training recently.

"Okay, then keep working hard." Seiichi Yukimura didn't say yes or no, "Secondly, Sanada and Yanagi always play singles, except for the first game where each round must be played, they can't Participating in official competitions does not get the corresponding training.”

"Is there any consideration in this regard? I thought they were already very strong."

"Yes, but only playing internally, with familiar teammates, is actually not that conducive to their progress."

"Fortunately, it's the minister." Nanchuan Yu admired, then suddenly remembered the game in the afternoon, and said, "Speaking of which, this year's minister of the Six Corners is the same as Yukimura-senior, and he is also a first-year rookie minister."

"Oh." Seiichi Yukimura just chuckled, "Actually, I'm more optimistic about Aigaku."

"But none of their ministers came, and Legend has relapsed from the old injury in the match with Bingdi."

"The mourning army must win."

When Seiichi Yukimura left Tokyo with everyone from Tachikai University, Nanchuan Yu suddenly remembered that before eating, Yukimura also said that everything is possible in tennis.

"Hiss." Scratching his head and recalling the bad mother, Ai Nan Chuanyou couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth.

Well, even Yukimura Seichi, who is very gentle on weekdays.

Also proud and unwilling to be called the same as others.

"However, middle school tennis is really a circle." Nan Chuanyou murmured.

"Minister, what are you mumbling about?"

Yan Zongya, who was fully focused on the arena, also heard Nanchuan Yu's words and turned his head curiously.

"It's nothing." Nan Chuanyou shook his head and focused on the arena.

At this time, the second doubles is going on. According to the conversation between Shusuke Fuji, who had played against Yu Nanchuan, and Toranojiro Saeki, who played in the six corners, the two are obviously childhood friends.

However, his thoughts just diverged for a while, and Nanchuan Yu quickly recovered, and with the whistle of the start of the game, his attention returned to the field.

Perhaps it confirmed Yukimura Seiichi's words, Aigaku's style of this game is not so similar to the last encounter, and has become much more aggressive.

3-0

In the end, Qingxue advanced to the final of the Kanto Tournament with a record of winning all three games.

Obviously, the champion of this year's Kanto competition will be produced among Qingxue and Lihai University.

The result of the game was sent to the Lihai people in Tokyo who had already left. After counting the number of people, Yugang Nanchuan was about to lead the team to leave.

"Minister Nanchuan, please wait a moment." Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the exit of the auditorium, he was stopped by a young man with a work permit hanging around his neck.

"you are?"

"I'm a staff member of the competition organizing committee. Our leader asked you to find out about the situation." The staff member showed a friendly smile. "It's a good thing you haven't returned yet, otherwise you'd have to call."

"Okay." Although Nan Chuanyou felt a little baffled, he still asked Yan Zongya to keep an eye on everyone so as not to run away, and followed the staff into the office.

In the office, there was no official in a suit and leather shoes in Nanchuanyou's imagination, but a young man in his early 20s in a white coat.

"Hello?"

When the young man saw Nan Chuan Yu enter the door, he handed over an envelope with a very serious expression.

"This is... what?" Nanchuan Yu opened the envelope at the young man's gesture, and took out the letter inside.

The letter as a whole was typed out, but the name was handwritten.

Nan Chuanyou quickly scanned the contents of the letter, showing a dazed expression.

"Training for the youth selection competition?" Nan Chuanyou looked up blankly, "What competition is that for?"

The white coat seemed a little surprised that Nanchuan Yu didn't know anything about it, but he quickly adjusted his expression: "It's a friendly match, and the opponent is a youth team from the west coast of the United States. They just came to Tokyo a few days ago."

"Oh, I haven't read much news recently." Nan Chuanyou scratched his head embarrassingly.

But in fact, because the influence of "Sports Monthly" has not ended, Yu Nanchuan has been watching entertainment news recently.

Isn't it good to see fans blowing knives on the Internet?

Although as the boss of Honmaru Entertainment, being scolded in the forum has become a daily routine.

But obviously the white coat didn't know what Nanchuan Yu was thinking in his mind, and he was not angry because Nanchuan Yu didn't understand what happened in Tokyo. He waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's not important. But we're replaying." In all your competitions, everyone is very optimistic about your potential, so they sent an invitation, and I hope you can seriously consider it."

"Sorry, I need to... think about it."

It's not that Nan Chuanyou doesn't want to go. After all, the training time is before school starts, and the Bingsheng Tennis Club competition is over during this period. If you participate in the training camp, you will not only have free field coaches, but also compete with many outstanding tennis players.

but……

Don't forget, apart from tennis, he Nanchuan Yu also has a bunch of swords to support.

According to the news from Bagir, the identities of the Sword Fusangshen have been prepared.

And judging from Jimu Qingren's daily increasing phone calls, crazy fans and manufacturers who see economic benefits are also eyeing these potential newcomers who have not yet endorsed advertisements.

Therefore, before the beginning of the semester, the bad news needs to be reserved for Sword and Honmaru Entertainment.

Therefore, Nan Chuanyou politely declined the invitation, suppressed his reluctance, and returned home.

Opening the door, Nan Chuan Yu, who was in a relaxed mood, was attacked by a furry animal without any defense.

Unaware of the danger, Nan Chuanyou closed his eyes and let the animal lick his cheek, then carefully removed the animal that pounced on his face, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the cat-like... …

lion?

... How can such a young lion cub have a ring of brown fur?

When I haven't seen The Lion King?

Nan Chuanyou curled his lips in disdain, and said firmly in a tone that I have already seen through your identity: "A cat trimmed into a lion?"

"Aww! Woo!"

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