[Net King] I really can't play tennis

A beginner coming to the national team for training? !

And who would have thought that the national team was training in this mountain?

Yukimura's heart began to waver: Or find a club to learn from scratch on his own, anyway, it's much more reliable than this group of people bringing him to the national team.

However, without waiting for Yukimura to refuse, Maori said first: "You just don't remember your mind, Yukimura, but the body's memory is not so easy to erase. Even if you lie on the hospital bed for too long and cause muscle atrophy, I believe that as long as you experience Just look at the feeling of training, and you will definitely be able to quickly restore your memory!"

"According to what you said, the training in the Tennis Club of Lihai University is more suitable for helping me recover my memory! Don't come to a place like the national team."

Yukimura tried to struggle: "Is it really possible for me to come to a place like the national team? What's more, Senior Maori must have taken a lot of risks. I don't want you to be expelled or punished for this reason."

The tone and expression are extremely sincere, and it seems that they are very considerate of Maori.

"Don't worry, although this place is also the training place of the national team, it is actually a place where the eliminated people stay temporarily, and there will be no problems." Mao Li had already made up his mind, "What's more, we have this secret weapon—— —" He gestured to the things he was carrying with his chin, "The old man must be able to agree!"

It would be too unreasonable to refuse.But if you follow along, you don't know what will be waiting for you.

Yukimura was in a dilemma for a while.

"Host, please rest assured to go, it won't affect you in any way."

The voice of the system that he had forgotten in the sky suddenly appeared in his mind, Yukimura was startled, and then heard the next words.

"Our system will automatically match the appropriate training intensity for you to help the host to better complete the task. Even if you accept more than your own intensity now, it will not cause any damage to the host."

And such good things?

Hearing the system's words, Yukimura's heart was half relieved, since he didn't lose anything to himself, it doesn't hurt to come here to have a look.

Maybe there will be some gains!

Thinking of this, Yukimura nodded towards Mori, "Then I will trouble Senior Mori to lead the way."

Because it was not easy to take shortcuts while carrying things, Maori chose to bypass the difficult places, and it took about a quarter of an hour before the two finally arrived at their destination.

A simple wooden house appeared in front of Yukimura, the door was wide open as if no one was in the room.

Mao Li swaggered into the room, finally put down the bag in his hand, and rubbed his sore shoulder, "This thing really exhausts me!"

Yukimura also entered the house after him, watched his movements and asked, "By the way, Senior Mori, I still don't know what you are carefully guarding all the way?"

"This is it!" Mori took out something from the bag and showed it to Yukimura, "It can also be called a trap."

Yukimura looked at the things in Mori's hands for a while and was silent.

"Senior Maori, it is illegal for minors to buy alcohol..."

There were too many unexpected things today, and Yukimura's tone became uncertain.

Unexpectedly, Mao Li nodded and smiled slyly: "I still know this, this is wine bought by someone else, and I'm just a porter."

As he said that, he knocked on the ground with his bare hands, ignoring the slightest concern that it was something he took so hard to get. Immediately, the smell of wine wafted out and filled the whole room.

Even a person like Yukimura, who is not good at wine, can tell that this is a good bottle of wine from the taste, let alone someone who knows wine.

Within two seconds, the floor at the door suddenly vibrated, the footsteps became louder and louder, and there was a deafening roar coming with smoke and dust rolling in.

Mori hurriedly signaled Yukimura to cover his ears, but he himself was already prepared.

"Asshole! I told you to get the wine, not to pour it for me!"

A tall, bearded man in a coarse cloth bunt with his chest exposed ran in from the door, grabbed the wine bottle next to Maori, and continued to output in a heartbroken way: "Look at what you did?! Such a precious wine I was scattered all over the ground by you!"

"Anyway, I have to drink it. Isn't it good to open it now?" Mao Li excused himself, stretched out his finger and said, "Besides, I only poured a little, otherwise why would you show up?"

The man snorted angrily, squeezed out a rough breath from his nose, and asked in a rough voice: "Tell me, what do you want me for?"

"I think you're just idle, so why don't you find something to do?" Mao Li said calmly, as if he wasn't the one who asked for help, "So I brought someone here for Coach Sanchuan."

Mori turned sideways, and Yukimura finally saw the coach's true face.

With a slightly rough face, the wound running obliquely between the eyebrows on the right side looks even more intimidating, and the hair has not been taken care of for a long time, and some of it is lumpy.He has a very stout figure, with a wine gourd hanging from his waist, and he is dressed a hundred times more sloppily than his painting teacher Shimizu Kazuya.

Like a savage living in the mountains.

"Hi, I'm Seiichi Yukimura." Yukimura remembers not to judge people by their appearance, so he took the initiative to introduce himself.

Mifune's eyes slashed across Yukimura's body like a knife, looked him up and down, and said dismissively: "What can a middle school kid have to teach, go home and drink milk!"

"coach--"

Seeing that softness is not enough, Mao Li had no choice but to come up with the second plan and start to be tough. He took out the wine that had not been handed over to Sanfuan and threatened: "If you don't agree, there will be no good wine to enjoy tonight."

"You—you brat! I know you have no good intentions! I shouldn't have let you go this way!"

Seeing his beloved wine being held in his hands by someone, Mifune seemed to be pinching his lifeblood. He took a few deep breaths before recovering, "Give me the wine first!"

"No, you agree to my request first!" Mao Li made a gesture to smash the bottle to the ground, and his tone was very strong, "Otherwise you won't be able to drink it!"

"You—" Sanfuan was so angry that he almost fell backwards.

Seeing that the two sides were at a stalemate, Yukimura took out the trick he had used to deal with the teacher for many years, took the wine from Mori, and respectfully handed it to Coach Mifune.

"Senior Maori, since Coach Mifune wants alcohol, why bother him? Are you right?"

It can be regarded as a step down for both parties.

Mifune immediately saw Yukimura much more pleasing to his eyes when he entered Taoism. He knew how to be filial to himself, unlike Mao Li who only threatened him, so he said after a long time: "You are quite sensible."

Poured the wine into the gourd without leaving a drop, took another sip, Mifune hiccupped and said, "If you can drink this kind of wine every day, it's not impossible for me to teach you. It's just—"

He nailed Yukimura with cloudy eyes, "Can you hold on?"

At this point, Yukimura has no way out.

He smiled slightly, looked back at Mifune, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Then please wait and see, coach."

The third day of playing tennis

Seeing that Yukimura managed Mifune's coach in a few words, Maori couldn't help admiring him.

However, he has not forgotten Yukimura's current situation, so he leaned close to Coach Mifune's ear and whispered a reminder: "Xingmura has just been discharged from the hospital and is still a beginner, so don't hit too hard!"

Hearing this, Mifune's thick eyebrows almost flew up, and his eyes widened.

What?Find him a beginner? !

He looked at Yukimura and his eyes changed instantly. He sat down on the ground, crossed his legs, took a sip of wine, and asked, "Do you know the basic rules of tennis? Can you understand the game? What did you do before? "

"I don't know. I don't quite understand it." Yukimura replied honestly, "In the past...was the head of the tennis department? I'm sorry senior, I don't remember much about the past."

Mifune almost laughed angrily when he heard this, who did Maoli bring him here? !

A minister of the tennis department said that he doesn't understand tennis and has no foundation?Are these two people playing tricks on him?

Seeing that Mifune's expression was wrong, and he also looked at Maori with a vicious expression, the latter quickly swore to the sky: "He just has amnesia now and doesn't remember that he can play tennis, I swear!"

"Then you should go get medical treatment! Don't come up with such bad ideas all day long!" Mifune yelled louder than him, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, "I don't have time to play with a beginner!"

Yukimura was not surprised by being rejected again and again.

The more this happened, the more his ambition and thirst for knowledge were aroused, and what Yukimura lacked most was patience and confidence.

"Excuse me, Coach Mifune, what would you like to teach me?" Yukimura asked.

Mifune Imito snorted twice, squinted at him, and raised his chin to signal Yukimura to look to the corner: "If you can pick up that racket and swing it completely, I will teach you."

The small calculations in Mifune's heart were crackling. As Maoli said just now, Yukimura is a beginner, and he must not know the basic movements of holding and swinging the racket.

Moreover, this racket was specially customized by him. It was filled with at least [-] catties of lead powder, and it was much heavier than ordinary rackets. It was difficult for anyone who got this racket for the first time to adapt, let alone Yukimura, a rookie.

"Coach, you are embarrassing people!" Before Yukimura could speak, Mao Li quit, "Minister, he is just recovering from a serious illness!"

"Then it's no problem to hold it with one hand!" Mifune gritted his teeth and relaxed the conditions, "Don't tell me that he can't even do this, then I can't teach him."

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