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The school bus fell into a deathly silence. Everyone sat in their seats and watched the school bus gradually leave the school gate until the familiar and frightening figure disappeared.

"Just now, what did I hear?"

"It's an auditory hallucination! Isn't it?"

Nan Chuanyou glanced over, and the first two to break the silence were two third-year seniors, or a pair of doubles.

Nan Chuanyou played against them separately, he played doubles with others, and he didn't know why the two of them were highly praised by the minister and the coach.

Thoughts turned, Nan Chuanyou still spoke calmly.

"You heard me right." Nan Chuan Yu said with certainty, "It was indeed Senior Yunque, the disciplinary committee member, who said to cheer for the game."

As soon as Nan Chuanyou finished speaking, the student who was caught in self-doubt suddenly let out an astonishing roar.This kind of scream that seemed to overturn the entire school bus shook Nan Chuanyou's eyes for a moment, and he had to stop if he was ready.

However, in this case, the school bus driver still drove the car smoothly, which was unexpectedly excellent.

Could it be Vongola's again?

Nan Chuanyu casually diverted his thoughts, and heard the excitement and crying in the whole carriage.

"My God, in my lifetime, I actually received the blessing from Senior Lark!"

"I thought he would just send it to bite and kill. I was moved and cried."

"I'm so excited! I want one to hit ten!" Yan Zongya's voice was very recognizable. After he spoke, the whole car fell silent.

Nan Chuanyou stood up, with a slight arc on the corner of his mouth, and his tone was calm and malicious: "The minister said well, everyone applauds."

The applause in the carriage changed from hesitant to loud, crackling, and after a while, the sound subsided, and Nanchuan Yu continued: "Senior Yan Zong, remember what you said, if you lose any of the next ten games field, I will send you to chat with Senior Skylark."

"Don't!! You will die, do you have the heart?"

"There is no need to discuss." Nanchuan Yu didn't leave his eyes to the pitiful Yanzong Masaya, and then glanced coldly at the other students who were gloating, "As for everyone, remember to behave well, you don't want to know that you have let down the discipline committee What will happen to the blessing of the grown-ups?"

"..."

The carriage fell into dead silence, but Nan Chuanyou saw burning flames from several people, which was the courage to fight to the death.

"Well, this state is not bad." The fat trainer Yan Zong stood up, noticed the concentration in the eyes of every team member who was about to compete, and touched his chin with joy, "Let's use this posture to strive for the quota of the national competition !"

"……Yes."

"Okay, okay..."

"Our previous best result was to enter the capital competition."

Everyone answered sparsely, as if they were extremely unconfident.

Nan Chuan Yu hadn't sat down yet, so he leaned on the seat and smiled brightly at the people in the car, "Speak up, or else I'll invite Senior Skylark to join the tennis club."

"hiss……"

"Yes!!!" Everyone shouted in unison.

Therefore, during this 15-minute drive, all the students in the Tennis Club of Bingsheng Middle School reached an agreement, united and proactive, and set a firm goal for the future of the Tennis Club.

As for whether this goal is to hit the national competition or not to let Hibari Kyoya join the tennis club...

Don't look into it.

It was also the first time for Nanchuan Yu to really experience Hibari Kyoya's powerful influence and deterrence from other students.

Gang is very timid, Yuji is a transfer student, and Takeshi Yamamoto doesn't know whether it's natural rough nerves or too transparent, their attitudes can't be used as a reference.

"I didn't expect Senior Skylark to have such a role."

Nan Chuan rolled his eyes with a smile, like a little fox pulling a tiger skin to make a banner, extremely cunning.

When we arrived at the arena, many students from the school had already arrived, including many who had watched the match in the morning, and were also reporting important news to everyone. Yulin Middle School, a frequent visitor to the Kanto Contest, lost two games in a row and was eliminated. .

"I remember, they won Qingxue." Minister Yan Zong was chatting with several candidates about the results he saw in the morning. "This kind of luck is also very unlucky."

"It can't be said to be pure luck, they also lost two games in a row."

"..." Nan Chuanyou scratched his head, he was not interested in the ones that had been decided, but he became a little interested when he heard one of the names. "Tezuka Kunimitsu...is it from Aigaku?"

In fact, Nan Chuanyou doesn't know much about tennis players, especially the junior high school group. Most of them have joined the tennis club since elementary school and participated in various competitions. Naturally, they will also meet familiar opponents.

As for the name Tezuka Kunimitsu, Nanchuan Yu heard about it in the chat between the minister and the deputy minister, and also heard the deputy minister's speech full of persistence.

"It turns out that there are also strong tennis players in Tokyo." Yuu Nanchuan was thoughtful.

"Bang!" A heavy slap landed on Nanchuan Yu's back, "Little devil, don't be too arrogant."

It was Masaya Iwamune who spoke, and when he knew that Yu Nanchuan had never been to an official competition venue, he paid special attention to this powerful junior with unlimited future.

"Hey, but I've only played tennis for a year, and I don't have time to pay attention to my opponents except for training." Nan Chuan Yu showed a cute and shy smile, "So tell me, senior."

Looking at Nan Chuanyou's hypocritical smile, the head of the tennis department of Bingsheng Middle School trembled, feeling a hint of ominous premonition.However, there was nothing wrong with his fishing rod. Next to them, a group of students in gray-green school uniforms looked at them mockingly.

"Hey, this year's Bingsheng Middle School looks nothing more than this. Then, we will accept the first victory unceremoniously."

"It's none of your business, let's enter the capital competition first." Yan Zongya also taunted back unceremoniously, and then left in a mighty manner with the people from the club.

There is a kind of game in football called derby. They are either close in strength, close in distance, or have historical feuds. The two teams compete for fans.resource.Advertisement, once a game is played, it will be thunder and fire, as if there is a deep hatred that will never die.

People often describe the Derby relationship like this, even if you lose to the whole world, you can't lose to you.

As for Bingsheng Middle School, their derby opponent is naturally Hei Yao Middle School, which is only one district away.

What they didn't expect was that this time they drew lots and got their first opponent in the qualifiers, which happened to be the tennis club of Obsidian Middle School.

"Minister, is our first opponent Hei Yao's?" someone in the first round asked rather dissatisfied, "Why didn't you say it earlier."

In fact, Minister Yan Zongya, who had forgotten, scratched his head, squinting his eyes so that he could not see the slightest guilty conscience, "Should our ** Yao explain in advance? That is not something that is easy to grasp."

However, Yan Zong really didn't care much about it. Compared with the triumphant progress of various sports clubs in Bingsheng Town, especially baseball and boxing, etc., which can even enter the national competition, the only thing that Obsidian Middle School can show is theirs. Achievement.

"It's just a bunch of rookies." Yan Zongya also waved his hand nonchalantly, "Come on in, zone B (11) and warm up for me!"

"okay!"

Both sides are present and the game is about to begin.

Compared with the main players on the court, they can still maintain a general friendship. They shook hands under the signal of the referee to show respect. The tennis club members from the two schools who came to cheer outside the court and other students from the two schools who heard that their opponents were coming one after another The sex between them became intense.

They surrounded the tennis court in circles, all wearing school uniforms, pushing and shoving and cursing at the students around them who were not from their own school, making the environment extremely dangerous.

Nan Chuanyou looked at the outside of the field worriedly, and asked in a low voice: "Senior, they won't fight, do you want to restrain them for a while?"

"? Why do you need to be restrained?" Although Yan Zongya was a minister, it was the first time he encountered such a situation, and he asked a little at a loss.

"In case of a fight...forget it." Nan Chuanyou sighed, looking at Senior Yan Zong, who was still twinkling after hearing the fight and seemed to be planning to help, he went to the coach to explain the situation, and then went to the referee team Borrowed a microphone.

Because of the increasingly fierce and irritable atmosphere outside the court, Yu Nanchuan's request was allowed by the referee team, and the match between Sheng Sheng Middle School and Hei Yao Middle School was postponed for a few minutes.

"Hello." Nanchuan Yu tried the microphone, and was about to speak, when suddenly there was a huge scream from the stadium next door, both men and women, and the voice resounded throughout the sky.

"Ahhh! Atobe-sama!!"

"Ahhh, the winner is the Ice Emperor!!"

Nan Chuanyou couldn't complain, but because the huge cheerleading team attracted the attention of some students, the feud between the two schools faded.

Nan Chuan Yu also had to increase the volume in this environment, "Students of Bingsheng Middle School, please keep in mind the school discipline and ethos of our Bingsheng Middle School. Now please use each grade as an area and arrange them clockwise from the goal position. Open, avoid blocking the view of other students watching the game, don't be crowded, and keep your style."

Because of the microphone, Yu Nanchuan conveyed it very clearly, and I don't know if it was because of the tone of the command in the words. The students of Bingsheng Middle School lined up according to the order, and the students of Hei Yao Middle School were also directing The bottoms are arranged counterclockwise from the entrance, and when the two sides are separated, the smell of alcohol is immediately reduced by half.

There were also quite a few students from other schools who heard the news about this venue and rushed over to watch.

"It's amazing." In the team of students from other schools, there was a sea urchin-headed boy wearing the uniform of the Youth Academy and wearing black-rimmed glasses, holding a notebook to write and draw, "Is he the junior that Lian Er mentioned? ?”