[Net King] Xiaobai from Two-dimensional

Tezuka, who finished training here, has not returned home yet, but came to the office of coach Ryuzaki...

"Coach Ryuzaki. Please let me compete with Echizen." The setting sun shone on Tezuka's face through the glass window, and the expressionless face seemed to emit light...

"The regional competition will be held soon." Coach Ryuzaki said distressedly.

"I understand." Tezuka said with a deadpan expression.

Coach Ryuzaki stood up and asked uncertainly: "Is it okay to do this at a critical time?"

"No problem, no one knows me better than me." Tezuka still said with a serious expression.

"That's the reason?!" Coach Ryuzaki smiled.

Tezuka looked straight ahead without squinting, "No, it's just a game."

"I have to find a reasonable reason to explain this matter, what should I do?" Coach Ryuzaki said with a pouted.

"There is a reason..." Tezuka replied coldly.

"I'm all ears..."

-------------Our generation is the awesome dividing line-------------

In the afternoon of the next day, Tezuka made an appointment with Ryoma for a separate match three days later.

But it was the day when Tezuka and Ryoma competed.Oishi followed because he was worried about Tezuka's injury. He also came with one missing and the other missing. The reason is that this idiot can't find his way home...

"Senior Dashi, is the injury on the minister's hand okay?" Yishao, who thought he was asleep, stood beside Dashi and asked seriously. To be honest, he quite likes this Bingshan who always has a paralyzed face. Minister's.

"How do you know?" Dashi said in surprise.

I am very good at losing my face, I said very arrogantly: "Well, this kind of thing can be seen at a glance!"

"..." Dashi was speechless for a while. Is this kind of thing really obvious to ordinary people at a glance?Especially ordinary people like you who have a problem with their brains, can you really see it?

"The elbow injury should be almost healed, but if the minister continues to practice a lot and play that special chop, the shoulder may collapse." Yi Shi yawned and said what he understood After coming out, I added in my heart: Well, I am indeed very good, Senior Dashi, don’t worship me too much~

If Oishi knew about Yishou's mental activities now, he would probably beat him up without hesitation...

As for the tennis club, "Hey, the manager isn't here!" Taocheng said in disbelief.

Coach Ryuzaki suddenly appeared, and said in a helpless tone, "Tezuka is sick."

"Hmm~ Xiaobudian and Xiaoxiaobudian aren't here either, by the way, there's that guy Oishi." Kikumaru said curiously.

"Well, Ryoma is sick." Coach Ryuzaki said with a guilty conscience, "Well, I have to go back to take care of Ryoma if I get lost."

Hey, this excuse is too bad!Will Er Que who is always absent like Yi Suo (Xiao Suo) take care of others?Also, can that Echizen guy really get sick? !Everyone in Qingxue thought of this question at the same time.

"What about Dashi?" Kikumaru asked concerned.

"sick."

Suddenly, everyone in Qingxue felt speechless. Coach Ryuzaki, can't you use another excuse? !You can tell at a glance that those people have JQ...

Seeing that the game was about to start, both Dashi and Yishu felt the tense atmosphere. This time, Yishu also unexpectedly did not say anything to break the tense atmosphere. Even Dashi was a little surprised by this. Take this game very seriously.

Seeing Ryoma Yishu on the field, he couldn't help but said: "Minami Jiro's father said that if Ryoma doesn't beat him, if he surpasses himself, he will become a strange old man."

"Nanjiro? Is it Echizen Nanjiro?" Oishi asked in surprise.

"Well, Nanjiro's father is a strange old man now." Yishan said with a smile.

After speaking, both of them looked back at the game. After less than 10 minutes, Ryoma was sweating profusely, but he didn't even get a point.After watching this wonderful game, he said happily, "Hey, it turns out that the minister is so good, copy, copy!"

Dashi was full of worry, he didn't even know that the tennis bag slipped and fell on the ground...

"Don't worry, I'm here." Yixing comforted Dashi with a confident expression.

"..." Is there really no need to worry if you are here?with your head...

A loss broke the atmosphere between the two just now, and Dashi was not so worried for a while. He didn't expect that the usual loss of Er Que would be so convincing.

"Well, let me show you my amazing medical skills! Serious illnesses, minor illnesses, all kinds of diseases can be cured!" A certain one started his second problem again.

"..." Forget it, I take back what I just said...

On the court, Ryoma's outspin serve was easily countered by Tezuka. Oishi also realized at this time that Tezuka was really serious about the game.

"Echizen, why do you want to play tennis? For what?" Tezuka asked seriously on the court.

Echizen Ryoma raised a smile when he heard the words, and said seriously: "Because I have someone I want to defeat!"

Tezuka stared wide-eyed at Ryoma's outspin serve, "Just playing tennis to knock someone down... Is that enough, Echizen?"

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Ryoma said while shooting back.

"Does this really make sense?" Tezuka Kunimitsu asked with a cold face. , "What are you going to do after defeating that person? And what can you get then?"

"Before thinking about these things, now... all I have to do is concentrate on defeating you!" Ryoma hit the ball back vigorously, and the wind blew off the white hat on Ryoma's head...

Oishi and Yishou on the side watched Tezuka's zero-style slice in surprise, and were also worried about Tezuka's injury.

"Echizen, just try to defeat me!"

At dusk, Ryoma and Yisuo walked on the way home, and Yisuo didn't sleep all the way, "Hey Ryoma, you have a new target, that moving iceberg is very powerful."

"Well, there are three now." Ryoma turned his head and looked at Yi Shi with a smirk on his face.

"Is it three? Who is the other one?" Yiqiao asked curiously, three? "The minister and Nanjiro's father are two no matter how you count, don't you know how to count, Ryoma?"

"..." Looking at Yi Shi who was smiling happily.Ryoma's originally depressed mood improved a lot.

When I got home and changed my shoes at the entrance, I saw Echizen Nanjiro coming out of the kitchen, "Hey, young man and beautiful boy, you are back so late, are you going on a date?" Uncle Echizen Nanjiro smiled wretchedly.

"Almost." Ryoma replied with his back to Echizen Nanjiro, and after taking off his shoes, he prepared to go back to the room with Kazuki.

Echizen Minamijiro felt embarrassed for a moment, but he didn't expect this guy to answer without hesitation.But then he blushed, "Young man... finally reached this age."

After saying that, he turned around and ran towards the kitchen, shouting in relief while running: "Oh, my wife, the teenager and the beautiful boy are actually going on a date!"

Back in the room, Ryoma lay down on the bed, put down the tennis bag at once, lay on the bed, and stared at Ryoma with big silver eyes.The lost moment without speaking is very beautiful. If you don't speak, just short hair makes people think of a delicate doll.He usually hides his usual appearance with a hat, and his appearance like Er Que's character will only make people want to complain...

Echizen Ryoma lay on the bed and recalled what the minister said today, did he become the pillar of Seigaku?That's it...

"Hey, is Ryoma thinking about what happened just now?" Yi Shi propped his chin on the bed.

"Ah."

"It's okay, as long as you work hard, you'll be fine." Yi Shi squinted his eyes and said, and then added in a low voice, "Wow~ Did I turn out to be a hot-blooded attack just now?!"

Ryoma, who was surprised that Yi Shi could say such words, picked up the pillow and threw it on Yi Shi's face when he heard Yi Shi's subsequent murmur in a low voice.This is really an impersonal idiot, obviously everyone else is depressed...

The next day, Echizen Nanjiro, who was fighting against Ryoma, was a little surprised to see Ryoma who seemed to have found what he lacked...

The author has something to say: woo woo woo~ I feel that the more I write, the less funny I am