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It was still early for the players of Nanchuan Yu and Bingsheng Middle School Tennis Club to arrive. After the representatives of the players went to the organizing committee to sign in, Nanchuan Yu gathered the players together.

"The game time is three o'clock in the afternoon, and there are still two and a half hours." Nan Chuanyu took out his mobile phone from his pocket and looked at it, then ordered, "Come to the venue half an hour earlier to warm up,? Our game The field is A-1, those who are not familiar with the location can find the field first. Don't be late. Don't get hurt,? Got it?"

"Understood!" The players replied in unison.

"Okay,? Disband."

Accompanied by the sparse applause from the players, the players in the Tennis Club of Bingsheng dispersed.

There are reasons for Nan Chuanyou's decision. Firstly, the time for the competition is still relatively far away. Secondly, looking at the students from other schools who are winking around, I think everyone can't calm down at this moment.

Many candidates from Bingsheng Tennis Club have been playing tennis since elementary school. Who doesn’t have many childhood sweethearts from other schools? It’s good for everyone to exchange feelings and relax.

"Alas..." Thinking of this, Nan Chuanyou sighed lightly.

He has not been in contact with tennis formally for a long time. Besides his own players, he is most familiar with the seniors of Tachikai University in Kanagawa.

But I also know that the seniors of Lihai University will not come to this game.

With a tennis bag on his back, Nan Chuanyou planned to find a shaded place to rest.

In Tokyo in July, the sun was too hot, and the temperature in the city was much cooler than that in the suburban town of Namori.

Thinking of the recent period, either running on the open-air playground or playing on the open-air tennis court, Nanchuan You sighed slightly at the sight of his arm that had been blackened within a few days.

"I won't come before Ah Gang comes back, it's too dark for him to recognize." Inexplicably divergent thinking.

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And in another time and space, Tsunayoshi Sawada was wearing gloves, looking at the eight Vongola leaders who appeared from the ring.

"Assume the glory of Vongola, and bear the crime of Vongola."

In the void, a distant voice echoed, and scenes of bloody scenes crazily flooded into Sawada Tsunayoshi's mind accompanied by screams.

At this moment, Sawada Tsunayoshi's consciousness seemed to be washed away, and Sawada Tsunayoshi half-kneeled on the ground, and there was nothingness in front of his eyes.

"No, I don't want it." Sawada Tsunayoshi covered his head and murmured unconsciously.

Even though he was mentally prepared, Sawada Tsunayoshi was greatly shocked, but in a trance, he seemed to hear a familiar voice.

Unconsciously letting go of the hand covering his ears, Tsunayoshi Sawada touched the ring on his middle finger, pulling back the sinful consciousness that he had deeply fallen into Vongola.

"I, I want to go back." Tsunayoshi Sawada opened his eyes, and a bright flame burned on his forehead.

The scene in front of him was instantly shattered.

In the ear, there is only the gentle voice of Peng Gelie's first generation.

-

Nanchuan Yu didn't know what Ah Gang was going through at this moment, he just sat in the shade of the tree expressionlessly, watching the two groups who suddenly confronted each other.

On his left is a student of Seigaku who is wearing a familiar blue and white school uniform; on his right is a student of St. Rudolph wearing a brown pattern on a white background.

Time rewinds to a few minutes ago.

Nanchuan You finally found a free leisure chair, and since it was not far from the venue for the next match, he sat down.

Not long after sitting down, Nanchuan Yu saw two people in St. Rudolph's school uniform.

Guan Yue and Fuji Yuta.

Although he only met them once, because the meeting was so thrilling, Nan Chuan Yu also had a deep impression on them.

"Guanyue and Buer, long time no see." Nan Chuanyu greeted first.

Fuji Yuta was listening intently to Guan Yue's analysis, when he suddenly heard a call, subconsciously thought it was his elder brother, and only realized when he saw Nan Chuan Yu raising his hand waving in mid-air.

"Ah, it's you, Nanchuan-san." Fuji Yuta showed an embarrassed smile, "What a coincidence, long time no see."

"Unfortunately, I came here specifically to find you." At the same time, Guan Yue also spoke.

Guan Yue looked Nan Chuan You up and down, with the same haughty expression on his face.

"Eh?"

"Eh?"

Nanchuan Yu and Fuji Yuta made doubtful voices at the same time.

Feeling Guan Yue's gaze as if trying to see through him, Nan Chuanyou shrank his toes uncomfortably and blocked himself with his racket.

He actually didn't like the look in Guan Yue's eyes, which made him feel like pork that was about to be weighed on a scale, being valued by others.

So, Nan Chuanyou frowned, and asked unwillingly: "So, do you need me?"

"Hmph." Guan Yue hooked the corners of his mouth and let out a burst of inexplicable laughter, then nodded, "That's right, it's about your opponent."

"My opponent? Who?"

Nan Chuan You looked very dazed.

He naturally knew that his opponent in this match was Youth Academy. Although the competition list had been submitted, because the competition had not yet started, the organizing committee had not notified him, and Nanchuan Yu naturally did not know who his opponent was.

So when Guan Yue said this word, Nan Chuan You was still confused for a moment.

"It's Yuta's elder brother." Guan Yue curled the corner of his mouth, raised his jaw slightly, showing a determined expression.

To be honest, this appearance reminded Nan Chuanyou of how Guan Yue used this haughty attitude to attract him when they first met.

Although afterward he found out that he was the head of the tennis department of Bingsheng Middle School, his face was terrible.

"what?!"

Guan Yue heard the shocked voice with satisfaction.

But when he realized that it was not Nanchuan Yu who made the surprised expression, but Empress Fujiyu, the smug expression froze on his face.

"You... don't you want to ask anything?" Guan Yue looked a little annoyed.

Nanchuan Yu actually didn't know what to ask.

He still doesn't understand what Guan Yue, who has been playing with his black curly hair in front of him, is looking for him.

but.

Fuji Yuta's brother...

"...Ah." Nan Chuan You clenched a fist with one hand and smashed it on the palm of the other, suddenly realizing, "It turns out that Qingxue's Bu Er Zhou Zhu is your brother."

"You say... huh?" Fuji Yuta was still in shock, when he heard his brother's name, he subconsciously wanted to refute, but he realized something the moment he spoke.

It turns out that Qingxue's Buer Zhou Zhu is your brother...

It's your brother.

It's hard for Fuji Yuta to describe how he feels at the moment, he feels excited that his dream for many years has come true.

As the younger brother of Fuji Zhousuke, who is known as a genius, he has always been referred to as Fuji Zhousuke's younger brother, and this is the first time it has been reversed.

Fuji Yuta showed a silly smirk.

Guan Yue glanced sideways at Fuji Yuta, and knew that if he could show his favorability, Fuji Yuta's head would be covered by countless "+1" and "+1" at this moment.

Quickly retracting his scattered thoughts, Guan Yue took a deep breath, "Don't you want to know how I know the identity of your opponent? Don't you want to know why I'm looking for you at this time?"

Looking at Guan Yue who could no longer maintain an elegant and calm posture, Nan Chuan You quietly gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.

Well, when you're confronted by a spoiler, the best thing to do is pretend you don't care.

But bullying junior high school students is meaningless, and Nan Chuan You didn't want to really piss him off, so he shook his head resolutely under Guan Yue's angry eyes.

"How did you know?"

"Hmph, I told you that you would be curious." Seeing that the topic finally returned to his own pace, Guan Yue took out his notebook, "I just collected some data and then made inferences."

"Data tennis?" Nan Chuanyou thought of the second senior Liu Lian of Lihai University, and couldn't help feeling a little bit of admiration for Guan Yue in front of him.

Playing data tennis...

That's all computer games.

"Of course not." Guan Yue shook his head and snorted disdainfully, "That kind of rigid stuff is just my source of information, not everything about me."

"Yeah." Nan Chuanyou nodded perfunctorily.

Guan Yue closed his notebook, snapped his fingers, and said confidently: "You are the singles number two of Bingsheng Middle School...don't lie."

Nan Chuanyou's eyes widened, and only then did he show a truly surprised expression.

"How did you know?"

Nanchuan Yu was really surprised, because before this match, he had been the singles student of Bingsheng Middle School.

But this time the list was drawn up by Yu Nanchuan and the coach together.

"It's just some personality analysis plus simple reasoning." Guan Yue said calmly.

"So...why are you telling me this?"

Although Nanchuanyou was surprised that the team's candidate was guessed, Nanchuanyou still didn't understand the purpose of Guan Yue's coming to find him.

"I'm here to tell you about your opponent's weaknesses." Guan Yue became more confident at this time, "With your current strength, you can't win Fujisuke, but as long as you listen to me, you can win."

"what?"

Nan Chuanyou couldn't believe it, stared at Guan Yue for a long time, and finally shook his head.

"Thank you for your kindness, but forget it."

Although he really wanted to know the opponent's weaknesses in advance, and although he also wanted to win, he was unwilling to listen to others' orders on the court.

He is not a puppet.

"Why?" Guan Yue stepped forward angrily, glared at Nan Chuan Yu, and said in a dissatisfied tone, "Don't you want to win?"

"Who doesn't want to." Nan Chuanyou held the racket, imitating the appearance of Guan Yue and raised his chin, "But I don't think it has been compared, and I don't necessarily lose."

"You... don't know good from bad!"

"Well, although I don't know what grievances you have with Fujisuke..." Nanchuan Yuta glanced at Fuji Yuta who was still giggling, and then turned his head and encouraged Guan Yue with earnest words, "But You can make a date by yourself."

Well, Yu Nanchuan, who hasn't followed every game of other teams, naturally doesn't know how much the match between Guan Chuchu and Fujitsu Zhousuke in the second round of the capital competition is... face-slapping.

"Pfft." There were a few chuckles from behind the vending machine beside the seat.

The author has something to say: the line from the first generation is a classic line:

I have indeed received your enlightenment, our time is engraved on the ring, it is up to you to destroy or prosper

Thrilling catch!