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Hearing the laughter, Nan Chuanyou subconsciously took two steps back, and slowly turned his head to see the back of the vending machine.

one.two.three.Four……

Behind the small vending machine, there are actually four students in Qing school uniforms.

The four of them huddled together side by side, the short one was forced to squat, and the long-legged one was forced to curl up. It looked very pitiful.

A question mark appeared faintly above Nan Chuanyou's head.

"You guys are..."

"Ah, haha,? Minister Nanchuan." Among the four, the only one who had an encounter with Nanchuan Yu was Gan Sadaharu who was wearing glasses. At this time, he also spoke first.

"We're here, cough, to buy drinks." Qian Zhenzhi pushed his glasses, and spread his hands, "I didn't eavesdrop on purpose."

"Hey, there is no 300 taels of silver here." Guan Yue laughed from the side.

Accompanied by Guan Yue's words, Gan Zhenzhi slowly raised his head, and the two lines of sight met in the air, as if with crackling lightning.

The atmosphere was tense, Nan Chuanyu looked to the left, then to the right, and felt that sitting there was like a superfluous light bulb.

"boom!"

Suddenly, there was a crashing sound from the vending machine, several people turned their heads at the same time, and a young man in Qingxue sportswear and a white sports cap took out a can of grape-flavored soda from the vending machine.

With a "click", the soda was opened, and the boy raised his head belatedly.

In the center of everyone's eyes, the young man pressed down the brim of his hat calmly, and his amber cat pupils flashed with a hint of bewilderment.

"Well, aren't the seniors leaving?"

Well, Echizen Ryoma really came to buy soda.

But Guan Yue didn't think so. Looking at Echizen Ryoma who broke his script first in the competition, Guan Yue felt that the sound of opening the can was like a slap in the face.

"You!" Guan Yue pointed at Echizen Ryoma angrily.

"Huh?" Echizen Ryoma drank the soda calmly, with a disdainful and innocent expression.

"What are you, don't point your fingers at our juniors."

Seeing that Guanyue's anger level is getting higher and higher, the two are about to face each other. Takeshi Momoshiro, who has been silently shrinking his sense of existence, and Kaidou Kaoru, who is wearing a green turban, stand in front of Echizen Ryoma.

"cough."

Seeing that the two sides seemed to intend to fight, Nan Chuanyou coughed lightly.

Seeing that he had attracted everyone's attention, Nanchuan Yu slowly opened his mouth and said.

"If you want to fight, don't fight here, you will be suspended."

In hot July, there seems to be a cold wind blowing around.

Seigaku and St. Rudolph's tennis club members took a step back at the same time, staring at him in shock.

As if he had said something heinous.

After regaining consciousness in a daze, Nanchuan Yu realized that the teenagers he was facing were just ordinary athletic teenagers.

si?... It's all because the recent experience was too exciting.

If you disagree with each other, you will fight and kill...

"Cough, that's not what I meant." Nan Chuan You looked embarrassed and hurried to make amends.

However, when he met the eyes of the crowd, he clearly saw the words "I don't believe it" in their eyes.

Qian Zhenzhi has already bowed his head to write and draw in his notebook, and plans to dig some news from his friend Lianji after the game is over.

In the end, the original confrontation between the two sides became less embarrassing, Gan Zhenzhi left with several people from Qingxue.

Guan Yue also smiled awkwardly and took Fuji Yuta away.

Only Yu Nanchuan was left holding a tennis racket.

The wind blew by, bringing with them the conversations of Qingxue and the others in a hurry.

"Didn't you think that someone who looks cute and cute is actually a bad guy?"

"Hiss, you fool who judges people by their appearance."

"Haitang, what nonsense you bastard!"

"Ah, if it's bad, do you want to tell Fuji about it?"

Standing where he was, the corners of Nan Chuanyou's mouth twitched, and the outstretched hand retracted helplessly.

The reputation was killed.

But at this time, Nanchuan You would never have imagined how strong the gossip ability of Qingxue's tennis club candidates would be.

Ah, after all, just to see what Nanchuan Yu and Guanchu talked about, they would squeeze four people behind a vending machine at the same time.

Nan Chuan You took a rest for a while, and then took out the tennis racket to restore the feel. Nan Chuan You looked at the time and came to the venue after feeling that it was almost time.

The A-1 tennis court is in the northwest corner of the entire stadium. When Nan Chuanyou arrived, the sun was just right, and players from both sides also arrived one by one.

Members of the Bingsheng Middle School Tennis Club in white school uniform shirts and Youth Academy Tennis Club students in blue and white short-sleeves each occupied one side of the court and began to do a simple warm-up.

However, from time to time, Nan Chuan You could receive curious stares from the opposite side.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the game to officially start.

The schedule of the Metropolitan Contest is doubles two.Doubles for one.Singles three.Singles two.Singles start like this, two wins in three games.

Opposite Nanchuan Yu, stood a mature face, wearing gold-rimmed glasses Tezuka Kunimitsu.

With the whistle of the organizing committee referee, the two sides shook hands.bow.

Looking at the serious Tezuka Kunimitsu in front of him, Nanchuan Yu inexplicably thought of Genichiro Sanada with the same serious expression as far away in Kanagawa.

Is this the standard configuration of a strong team?

Nan Chuan You's divergent thoughts were recalled by the whistle, and Nan Chuan You cast his eyes on the field after he regained his composure.

However, just as Nan Chuanyou was staring at the Doubles [-] match expectantly, whispers came from behind him.

"Is that him?"

"The head of Bingsheng's tennis club looks so small, but he's actually bad?"

Nan Chuan You's usual smile froze on his face, he slowly turned his head and looked behind him.

Behind him, on the periphery of the tennis court, stood many students in various school uniforms.

"I'm not, I'm not!" Nan Chuan You screamed in his heart.

However, soon, a group of students wearing the long black uniforms of Bingsheng Middle School with airplane heads came slowly over.

hiss……

The surroundings instantly became quiet, with only a few slight gasps of air-conditioning.

Nan Chuan turned his body slowly, and stopped looking at the terrified eyes around him.

At this moment, he only felt that four big characters hit his head.

do.cocoon.since.bound

With the ostrich thinking together, Nanchuan Yu left all the surrounding voices behind him and devoted himself to the game.

It has to be said that even if he is familiar with the strength of the National Champion Lihai University Tennis Club, Yu Nanchuan feels that the strength of this year's Youth Academy is not weak.

It's not about personal strength, but the overall strength of Qingxue Tennis Club this year is very balanced.Neither technology.Cooperate.belief.Endurance, each item has outstanding players.

In competitive sports, especially this kind of competitive sports that emphasizes on teams, the victory or defeat does not depend on the balanced strength of a player, but on whether a person's specialty can take advantage.

After the singles three ended and Bingsheng Middle School got one win and two losses, it was finally the turn of Nanchuan Yu who was thinking wildly.

On the other side of him was Fuji Zhousuke who was looking at him with a smile.

Although he was already mentally prepared, Nanchuan Yu still felt that people who deal with data were very scary.

It seems to be a fortune teller.

"Ah, is my opponent really you?"

Nanchuan Yu watched Fuji Zhousuke come over, and extended his hand to him in a friendly manner.

"Hello, classmate Fuji." Nan Chuanyou stretched out his hand and shook it back, his eyes stayed on Fuji Zhousuke's face.

It's squinting.

Nan Chuan You secretly heightened his vigilance.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's nothing, I just think you should be very powerful."

"Haha, I also heard my brother talk about you, and you are also very powerful." Fuji Zhousuke responded gently with a smile, but it could not dispel Nanchuan Yu's vigilance at all.

He has fully learned the lesson from the second senior Liu Lian, squinting and squinting are all monsters.

Guess pros and cons.After choosing sides, Nanchuan Yu held the right to serve and stood on the opposite side of the court after everything was done.

With the whistle of the official game, Nanchuan You took a deep breath and threw the ball.take off.swing.

Nan Chuanyou felt that he didn't have any special skills. Although he has learned some fancy skills since he has only studied tennis for a short time, he seldom used them in regular matches.

Well, be steady, don't waver.

The two ran on the court, and the uppers of the shoes rubbed against the plastic floor to make a "chacha" sound, accompanied by the sound of the tennis ball hitting the racket, like a lullaby.

The audience who were still immersed in the powerful and exciting confrontation of the singles three showed expressions of "that's it".

how does it feel to...

This singles match was a bit... ordinary?

Listening to the whispers around, Gan Sadaharu, who was standing on the sidelines because he lost the qualification for the main election, pushed his glasses, and the lens flashed a light.

"Is it unremarkable?"

Gan Zhenzhi doesn't think so.

The two people on the field at this time, one is Bu Er Zhou Zhu who can't even see through him as a teammate, and the other is a junior whom his friend Liu Lian Er also pays close attention to.

Gan Zhenzhi didn't believe it.

While standing at a diagonal with Gan Sadaharu, Guanchu still brought Fuji Yuta to the sidelines.

Fuji Yuta looked at his brother and the opponent who had played a round with confusion in his eyes, so he habitually asked Guan Yue who was standing beside him: "Senior Guan Yue, why do you look at... so weird. "

"Both of them, well, they don't seem to have any fighting spirit." Guan Yue played with his hair and made a comment.

"Hidden strength?"

Fuji Yuta asked subconsciously, looking at his elder brother in the arena, and didn't notice the ugly expression on Guan Yueyi's face for a moment.

Guan Yue ruthlessly rubbed the short hair of the junior who poked his wound, and then said: "Hmph, no, it's just that the desire to win between the two of them is not that strong."

"Huh?" Fuji Yuta was a little confused.

"However... this match won't end like this." Guan Yue put his arms around his chest and stood on the sidelines.

Nan Chuanyou didn't know the evaluation of the students onlookers at this moment. At this moment, he only felt that his opponent's shot was clean and neat, his judgment of the ball path was very accurate, and his speed was not bad, but...

Is it too stable?

Looking at the tennis ball flying high, Nan Chuanyou's eyes lit up, he leaped high, and then slammed the racket hard.