Sword Men's Guide to Re-Employment

"When the speed of the ball exceeds a certain speed, the outer wool of the tennis ball rubs against the air to generate a lot of heat, which causes the tennis ball to burn."

When the players changed the net, the coach with a big belly introduced it solemnly.

Sensing the amazed gazes from the students around him, Nan Chuanyou rubbed the cold sweat on his back, and looked at Yan Zonglian with disbelief in his eyes.

Wow,? Is there still such a serious explanation for the amazing ability?

Nan Chuanyu felt that the tennis ball should have been ignited with the flame that Uncle Chuanping threw into the eyebrows that day in order to heal his injuries.

It must be indigestion...

Which normal tennis ball spins so high that it sets itself on fire?

Friction heat generation is not such a heat generation method!

"impossible!"

At the same time, Yan Zongya's questioning voice came to mind in the field.

After hearing this, Nan Chuanyou nodded secretly in his heart, "As expected of being a minister, the former minister who participated in the most battles is really reliable."

"Brat,? Do you dare to question your father's judgment?" The coach straightened his stomach, raised his neck, raised his eyebrows, and stared at his son.

"I didn't. I just thought it was unbelievable that my junior, a second-year junior, could practice such a unique skill."

"So he's the Minister now, not you,? Understand?"

"understand."

The father and son quickly reached an agreement. Everyone around the court watched a good show, and there were even a few small laughs in the court.

Nan Chuanyou suspects that the senior has not established the prestige of the minister after being a minister for more than a year. It may be inseparable from the coach's preference for teaching children on the sidelines.

But senior, you are too cowardly.

Nan Chuanyou complained quietly in his heart, and was immediately stopped by the coach.

"Xiao You." The coach came from the sidelines and looked at Nan Chuan You's eyes full of admiration, "You are the most talented player I have seen in coaching for so many years,? But you also have to lay a good foundation. When your body is not fully developed, these need the waist, arms, and serve with too high elbow strength, so don’t practice it for the time being.”

Nan Chuan shrank his neck and nodded obediently.

Coach Yan Zong looked at Nan Chuan Yu's eyes with more relief. He thought that his student had accepted the coach's guidance and advice. Although he was young, he was already a mature player.

But Nanchuan You felt very guilty in his heart.

In other words, this fire...

How on earth did he burn?

How to control it?

Standing on the edge of the court, holding a tennis racket in his right hand, Nan Chuan You was in a daze.

However, after the coach gave a whistle, Nanchuan Yu instinctively threw the ball.take off.swing.

The tennis ball flew across the court like a yellow shell, and hit the ground heavily, leaving a deep mark on the sidelines.

"Hiss...not burning!" Nanchuan heaved a sigh of relief, looking at his arm, he was grateful for a while.

"hiss!"

The players outside the field looked at Nanchuan You's slender arms and thin figure, and their eyes stayed on the imprint on the ground.

Why did their minister suddenly become so much stronger?

The fat coach patted his stomach, looked at the well-behaved minister with a smile, and turned his head in satisfaction.

After entering the game, I found that other team members who had the task of the game were watching the game one by one, without the slightest concentration.

He blew his whistle in dissatisfaction, and cursed angrily: "You stinky brats, your hearts will fly as soon as you don't care, so hurry up and start the competition! The loser will have fifteen laps!"

Fifteen laps!

Generally, the maximum penalty is five laps. Even Yu Nanchuan, who was immersed in the game, couldn't help being taken aback by this number. His hand shook when he caught the ball, and the tennis ball brushed the rim of the racket and flew straight to the ceiling.

Because the coach suddenly doubled the punishment, Nanchuan Yu also had to increase his concentration to deal with the opponents who wanted to attack more.

At noon, after finally finishing the team's match, Nanchuan Yu couldn't help but wiped the sweat from his forehead, and slowly moved to the sidelines to replenish water.

Seeing that everyone except himself went to the big playground to run bitterly, Nan Chuan You slightly gloated.

Well, he beat V all the way!

However, Nanchuan Yu's gloating did not last long, and a heavy shadow appeared in front of him.

"Coach." Nanchuan You was taken aback, got up quickly, and stood at attention.

"Are you a little tired?" The coach patted Nanchuan You on the shoulder affectionately.

"... Are you okay?" Nan Chuan You asked in confusion.

"Let's go home and play during the holidays." The coach's expression remained the same, but the strength in his hand was a little heavier, "The physical strength is so weak, you should go run around with your team members."

"……it is good."

What can Nan Chuanyu say? It is true that he did not train seriously during the holidays, but how could he explain to the coach his wonderful seven-day holiday?

It's hard.

Nan Chuanyou could only nod honestly, and ran around with his teammates who left the field one after another.

Coming to the big playground next to the tennis court, Nan Chuanyou found that there were quite a lot of people running laps at this time. Obviously, the holiday training of many sports clubs had already started.

Nan Chuanyou was among the crowd, running at a constant speed, when he suddenly heard chattering discussions in his ears.

I have to say that I am still in the mood to chat while running.

Nan Chuanyou sneaked a glance out of the corner of his eye, and it turned out that he was about the same height as himself, and his eyes were a little excited, obviously he was a freshman in Guoyi.

As for the National One, except for a few outstanding talents, they are all doing chores for the seniors, and they don't have much chance to compete, so they don't pay much attention to training.

Maybe it's because Nanchuanyou's sizing is too obvious, or maybe it's because Nanchuanyou, who hasn't grown up yet, looks like a freshman in Guoyi. The two teenagers running behind him also chased him with smiles and greeted him enthusiastically.

"Hey, which club are you from?"

"Tennis club." Nan Chuan said concisely.

"Oh, it's just the tennis club that entered the Kanto competition. I'm so envious. It would be great if the Kendo club could also enter the Kanto competition."

"Yes, yes, if we have the strength shown in the video, we will definitely enter the Kanto competition. By the way, which class are you in? I haven't seen you before."

"...We're going to run fifteen laps." Nan Chuanyou adjusted his breathing, quickened his pace, and rushed out from the two of them.

It's not good for teenagers to be too enthusiastic, they will be noisy.

Nan Chuan You was not originally an indifferent person, but recently, he was a little bit unmotivated.

After finishing the lap with difficulty and returning to the tennis department, after everyone finished stretching under the watchful eye of the coach, the morning training of the tennis department ended.

After leaving the stadium and saying goodbye to several players, Nan Chuanyou embarked on his way home alone.

Thinking of the noisy way home before, Nan Chuanyou felt a little sad in his heart.

I don't know how Aang is doing now.

I don't know what kind of person Ah Gang's opponent is.

Because Tsunayoshi Sawada, who lives in his Honmaru now, didn't reveal anything and kept him a secret, Nanchuan Yu could only imagine the battle that he had no chance to see.

At this moment, hurried footsteps came from behind Nanchuan You.

He turned his head subconsciously, and saw two familiar teenagers running in a hurry.

"Hey, wait a minute."

Nanchuan Yu stopped in his tracks.

At this moment, there was a tinge of anger in his heart, because it was obvious that these two first-year students came for him, and they deliberately followed after they were on the playground.

Thinking of this, Nanchuan You couldn't help becoming vigilant.He glanced sharply at the two teenagers who were gradually approaching, and gradually tightened his hand holding the tennis racket.

"Who are you and what is your purpose?"

Feeling Nan Chuan You's sharpness for a moment, the two teenagers showed a look of surprise, but then they were not afraid or frightened, but their eyes became brighter, and the two came to Nan Chuan You.

"That I want to know,"

"Do you know swordplay?"

The two teenagers stood in front of Nan Chuanyou, each saying a sentence, as if they were telling a funny joke.

Looking at the movements of the two of them, Nan Chuanyou breathed a sigh of relief, looking like ordinary people with no superpowers at all.

It should be passable.

Because Uncle Chuanping suddenly appeared and lived in Binsheng, Nanchuan Yu resolutely rejected the intention of the swordsmen to follow, and was afraid of his previous behavior of allowing Kasen Kanesada to buy things in Binsheng.

Shaking his head cautiously, Nan Chuanyou asked curiously, "Why do you ask that?"

But seeing the regret in the eyes of the two teenagers, they muttered in a low voice, "I said it wouldn't be such a coincidence" and "Don't you say he is?", and then regretfully took out the phone.

"We thought you were the person in this video." One of them tapped his phone and turned it over to face Nanchuan Yu.

Nan Chuanyou took a closer look, his expression slightly stiffened.

On the screen, he is standing in the big room, smiling and encouraging, watching the scene of the men with swords half kneeling and saluting one by one.

Accompanied by more and more passionate drumbeats in the background sound, it seems that a group of soldiers who are about to go to battle are swearing allegiance to the Lord.

Because of the color palette, the color of the background is slightly yellowish, and the camera is like a memory, and the face of the sword saluting cannot be seen clearly, but...

why my face

one!clear!two!Chu!

Looking at his mighty and domineering appearance in the camera, Nanchuan Yu felt that he was about to burst!

Ahhh!What are you doing, Huashan Wenren!

Why in the camera!

have!I!

Fortunately, Nan Chuan You was still able to hold back, even though his toes wished they had curled up in his sneakers, he still asked calmly, "What is this?"

"This is the video of the treasure that he and I discovered." The little student's arm holding the phone didn't shake at all, watching the camera cut to the next scene.

Listening to the familiar sound of the flute, looking at the familiar bamboo grove, watching the appearance of Yamato Moran Ding and California Kiyomitsu, Nan Chuan Yu relaxed.

Hmm...it's not me at last.

But the phone in front of him was shaking, and the young man said excitedly: "Did you see it, you are naturally heart-flowing! These two people are amazing in swordsmanship. It seems that they are not much older than us but have such strength. I seem to have seen it with my own eyes." !"

"...They are much older than you." Nanchuan You couldn't help curling his lips.

oh hoo

Facing the suspicious gazes of the last two, Nan Chuan You decisively excused his lunch and rushed home.

While running, he dialed Huashan Wenren's phone number.

But before Nan Chuanyou could ask anything, Huashanwen's excited voice came over, "Are there any other people in your place? I need a villain in the next issue!"

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