Sword Men's Guide to Re-Employment

Because of the excitement of the first two rounds of singles, the onlookers originally had great expectations for the final singles.

And the configuration of Singles [-] and Singles [-] is very similar.

It is also a first-year teenager against a third-year veteran.

The same is facing the Minister of Tennis.

Well, although Yan Zongya is also a former minister, it can barely be counted.

And in the singles three, the veteran of the third grade of Bingsheng Middle School lost to the rookie of the first grade of the Youth Academy.

So, will this final game have the same outcome?

The onlookers fell into anticipation.

But Bingsheng Middle School failed everyone's expectations.

Their first year of junior high school is just an ordinary newcomer, even after seeing Tezuka Kunimitsu's sharp gaze, he trembles a little.

Lost decisively 6:0

The newcomer sniffed, held his broken glass heart, and cried "wow" in front of Nanchuan Yu.

"Minister, I,? I lost." Wiping his tears, the newcomer bowed deeply in front of Nanchuan You, and said with a sob, "I have failed your expectations, and I have failed your desperate efforts to win it down." victory."

The newlyweds looked very pitiful crying.

Nan Chuanyou sneaked a glance at Senior Yan Zong, who was supposed to be guilty but had a stern face. He looked again and saw that he was not given hope, but he was really sad because of his failure.

Nan Chuanyou stretched out his hand and rubbed the newcomer's hair, patted the other person's shoulder comfortingly, and encouraged him: "If you lose this time, you will win it next time."

"Well,? I will definitely win next time!" Although he was still sobbing,? But facing his minister,? The rookie wiped away his tears, and obediently followed at the end of the team.

Then, Nan Chuan Yu saw the first-year rookie beside him staring at him with red eyes, and said to Tsuka Komitsu: "I will definitely beat you in this case."

Yuu Nanchuan thought that Qingxue's team members would be angry because the minister was provoked, but they didn't.

Tezuka Kunimitsu, who was provoked, just pushed his glasses, with a serious face, and responded in a patriarchal manner: "Don't be careless."

Although Tezuka Kunimitsu's tone was very calm, Nanchuan Yu could hear the encouragement for the newcomers from it.

Involuntarily, Nan Chuanyou raised the corners of his mouth and laughed.

good.An orderly competitive environment, Nanchuan Yu admitted that he likes such an atmosphere.

Nanchuan Yu moved away from Tezuka Kunimitsu with a smile in his eyes, and stayed on the smiling Fuji Shusuke again, and nodded friendly towards him.

After meeting Nanchuan Yu's gaze, Fuji Shusuke seemed to have thought of something, and turned to Oishi Shuichiro, who had two cockroach beards on the egg head beside him, and said, "It's so late now, and the tennis club of Bingsheng Middle School The staff members will go back hungry now, why don't we have dinner together."

"Dinner, okay, okay."

The first person to respond to Fujisuke's proposal was Eiji Kikumaru who was standing next to him. This short red-haired boy had a Band-Aid on his cheek, bouncing around very lively.

As the deputy director of Qingxue, Oishi Shuichiro quickly calculated the funds in his mind, and then nodded.

"What Buer said makes sense, let's go together, we can treat guests."

Nanchuan Yu originally planned to settle the dinner in Tokyo before returning to Namorimachi, and he readily agreed to this suggestion.

"That's fine, but there's no need for a treat."

Nan Chuan You looked a little embarrassed: "We still have a cheerleading team."

"Cheerleading?" A big question mark appeared above the heads of everyone in Qingxue.

"Cheerleading?!"

People from Qingxue stared dumbfoundedly at the row of burly aircraft heads at the end of the crowd, and the question marks above their heads were shining brightly.

Twenty or so young lads were brought to a ramen shop near the stadium, and the ramen shop immediately became crowded.

The atmosphere in the ramen shop seemed a bit silent and weird. The students of the Youth Academy couldn't manage their expressions well, nor could they control their curiosity.

Seeing his gaze shifting back and forth between himself and the members of the Disciplinary Committee, Nanchuan You couldn't help laughing.

"what happened?"

Hearing the question, Nanchuan Yu looked up. Opposite him were Fuji Shusuke, who had just fought against him, and Gan Sadaharu, who was wearing a white T-shirt with a sea urchin head.

"It's nothing." Nan Chuanyou shook his head, then seemed to remember something, pointed to the members of the Disciplinary Committee who were holding a bowl of ramen and started eating, and explained, "The seniors are not bad, they are just dressed...with a little personality , actually belong to our Bingsheng Middle School Disciplinary Committee."

"So that's the case." Fuji Zhousuke looked around at the fearful eyes of Bingsheng's tennis club except for Nanchuan Yu, and nodded slightly, neither saying he believed it nor saying he didn't believe it.

Feeling that he had already explained clearly, Nanchuan Yu turned his attention to Qian Zhenzhi after thinking that his bad title could be cleared by relying on the gossip ability of Qingxue Tennis Club.

It's not that he thought about it, but since the match with Qingxue ended, Nanchuan Yu felt Qian Sadaharu's eyes hidden behind the lens, that vaguely scrutinizing gaze.

"So, do you have any questions to ask me?" Nanchuan Yu looked at Gan Zhenzhi opposite through the steaming smoke.

"Ah..." Realizing that his scrutiny had been discovered, Qian Zhenzhi pushed his glasses, and finally couldn't suppress his curiosity, "I heard that you have only played tennis for more than a year?"

Nan Chuan was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't hide anything, but nodded, "Did Senior Liu tell you?"

"Well, it's unbelievable." Qian Zhenzhi looked at Nanchuan Yu, recording with a brush in his hand, "Your talent is really enviable."

"Thank you." Nan Chuan You showed a slight smile. In his mind, he was really clumsy when he first came into contact with tennis. "I am also very lucky to be able to get in touch with tennis. It is an attractive sport."

"That's right."

Accompanied by Nanchuan Yu's words, the atmosphere in the small ramen shop became lively. While eating noodles, everyone exchanged and discussed tennis skills, favorite players and other information. The common hobbies instantly brought the two strangers closer to each other. Relationship.

Oishi Shuichiro also served as the deputy head of the Qinggaku Tennis Club, and told Nanchuan Yu some experience in the Kanto competition and the preparations that need to be made in advance.

It can be said to be very gentle and caring.

Nanchuan Yu also took advantage of the opportunity to express his gratitude.

Tetsuya Kusakabe, who had finished eating quickly, looked at the people who were still discussing lively, and felt that he was a bit out of place at the table.

I won't come next time...

Kusakabe Tetsuya secretly calculated in his heart.

Well, but at that time the chairman will be back, so it is impossible for them to leave.

After eating ramen and rubbing his stomach, feeling full, Nanchuan Yu got up to leave, but was stopped by Fujisuke.

At this time, there was a bottle of strange green liquid by Zhouzhu's hand.

"You've exhausted a lot of energy today, why don't you come and try the special dry vegetable juice."

Fuji Zhousuke smiled gently, with some encouragement, "Highly recommended."

Nan Chuan You recovered quickly, and he no longer feels tired, but facing Fuji Zhousuke's concern, Nan Chuan You has no intention of refusing.

At this time, the two people divided the vegetable juice in the cup into two.

Looking at the weird green color, Nanchuan Yu cast his eyes on Fuji Shusuke with some uncertainty.

Under his gaze, Fuji Zhouzhu drank the vegetable juice without changing his face, and even gave Nanchuan You a thumbs up.

"It feels... like traditional Chinese medicine." Subconsciously sniffing, there was no pungent smell, and Nan Chuanyu let go of the inexplicable anxiety.

Putting all his attention into the cup, he didn't notice the silent warning of "Run, silly boy" clearly written in the eyes of Qingxue's students.

Therefore, when Nan Chuanyou regained consciousness and found that he had already boarded the return bus, his mind went blank for a moment.

His memory is still in the ramen restaurant, why did he appear on the bus in the blink of an eye?

"Um... what happened?"

"Nothing happened." Yan Zongya replied firmly, and put her hand on the top of Nanchuan Yu's head, then slowed down her tone, and said with rare gentleness, "You have a good rest, don't worry about anything else."

"Yes, yes, minister, you can rest, you have worked hard."

A head protruded from the back row, and Nan Chuanyou noticed that the other party's eyes were full of pity.

"In the end what happened?"

Well, it was quiet in the carriage, and no one answered.

All the members of Bing Sheng's tennis club tacitly said nothing, even if they faced the head's murderous eyes.And the disciplinary committee headed by Kusakabe Tetsuya also talked about him one after another, even if he moved out Hibari-senpai, they didn't say a word.

This made Nanchuan Yu full of curiosity about the few 10 minutes of losing his memory, and at the same time, he was full of respect for the glass of vegetable juice that made him lose his memory.

Magical skill!

How exactly?

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After returning and becoming prosperous, Yu Nanchuan resumed his daily pace. In addition to worrying about his partners fighting in another time and space, he strengthened the training of the tennis team again.

Soon the Kanto Contest draw will be held.

"I hope you can bless the Ouhuang possessed by Bingsheng Middle School, good luck." Nanchuan Yu solemnly returned to Honmaru, and gave Wuyoshi Zhenzong a tennis ball as a gift.

A sword that can bring people luck must be no problem!

Nan Chuanyou fell asleep confidently.

And when he didn't notice, on the video website that he deliberately ignored, the videos shot by the men with swords and swords had accumulated a lot of views over time.

Later, in the middle of the night, when the healthy teenagers had already gone to sleep and the night owls were still active on the Internet, a post quietly climbed to the top of the list.

"I was recommended by my brother to watch a video before going to bed...to study? ? ? "

After reading it, I have now crawled out of bed.

Cutting wood at the dojo.

Don't ask, I'll knock his dog's head off tomorrow.

The video address is as follows.