[Net King] I really can't play tennis

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After finishing speaking, Yukimura did not forget to look at the two of them with a decent smile.

"It seems that Yukimura-kun is sure to win the national championship this time!" Mamoru Inoue was amazed at Yukimura's words, and praised, "However, will there be any opponents and schools that you are worried about meeting?"

Oops, I have no idea which schools and players are in the competition.

Yukimura's brain turned sharply, and he remembered the videotape he and Mori had watched: "Probably Youth Academy, their lineup is very strong this year, I am looking forward to meeting them."

Unexpectedly, Yukimura would bring up Seigaku, and Mamoru Inoue immediately asked: "Is it because of the Kanto finals?"

"No, it's because of my own selfishness." Yukimura didn't say the reason, but just shook his head with a smile, "But this year's lottery hasn't started yet, and I don't know if you will meet each other, and please ask Mr. Inoue to help me. Keep it a secret!"

"I see." Seeing Yukimura's request, Inoue Mamoru agreed.

In the second half of the interview, Yukimura was rather absent-minded.

Yukimura has never had a clear understanding of the strength of the people in the tennis club.

When Sanada apologized, he didn't know, so he didn't care if Sanada didn't say anything; when he was watching the game with Senior Mori, he first contacted him, and Senior Mori didn't reveal it, so he didn't ask about it.

However, today the reporter said that Lihai University's games have always ended with a big score of 3-0.

Yukimura didn't know at all.

There might be traces, but it never occurred to him to ask.

As for the competition, it's fine if you win, why bother about the process.

But what he saw in the dream last night made Yukimura aware of his dereliction of duty as a minister.

Before, Yukimura didn't feel how important this competition was at all. Even when the system issued tasks, he just wanted to show sadness, despair and collapse.

However, I never thought about where this sense of despair came from.

It was losing the game, losing the winning streak, and more importantly...losing himself.

He empathized with Yukimura Seiichi, and felt his grief and despair, because Yukimura Seiichi had been declared 'dead' by the doctor.

As a tennis player, Yukimura Seiichi can no longer hold a tennis racket, just as he can no longer hold a paintbrush as a painter.

What's different is that Yukimura still has his previous works spread in the painting world, but Yukimura Seichi doesn't even have a formal professional competition.

This made Yukimura realize that an athlete's mental state will affect the result of each competition.

Perhaps, this is also the reason for the abnormal result of this competition.

It's just that the problem only happened to Yukimura Seichi alone?

After the interview, Yukimura said hello to the others, and followed yesterday's route to the Houshan base to officially start his tennis training.

When Coach Mifune saw him coming, he didn't talk nonsense and simply let Yukimura watch the basic video recording, telling him to start with holding the racket and swinging the racket, and then learn to hit the ball and pull the ball.

Then leaned aside and began to fall asleep.

As for the racket, of course it is the racket brought by Yukimura himself. The special racket made by Coach Mifune is not suitable for beginners at all.

Yukimura took the racket and imitated the posture taught in the video to find a suitable way to hold the racket. Although the movement of his hand was correct, his mind was not on it.

He thought about the conversation in that interview today.

Yukimura stopped unconsciously as he thought about the movement of his hands.

Then coach Mifune, who was awakened, discovered the fact that he was distracted, and punished him by swinging his racket a thousand times.

……

In less than half an hour, Yukimura came back obediently and reported: "It's finished."

Coach Mifune took a sip of his wine, rolled his eyes around Yukimura, said with a sullen face, and said in a fierce tone, "A thousand more backhands."

Knowing that Mifune was still angry, Yukimura had no choice but to go back with the racket, this time he spent a lot of time.

Mifune nodded his knees, feeling a little impatient: Why did it take so long?Logically speaking, this shouldn't be the case.

Just when Mifune's patience was about to run out, Yukimura came back, "Coach, I'm done."

Mifune lifted his eyelids and said casually: "Since the right hand is finished, the left hand—"

"The left hand has also been practiced." Yukimura replied first, "The left and right swings [-] times each, right? Coach Mifune."

Being blocked by Yukimura, the words behind Mifune choked in his throat, and it took him a long time before he snorted coldly: "...you can infer other things from one example!"

"It's all taught by the coach!" Yukimura quickly flattered, "I can draw inferences from one instance to the other with an excellent coach like you, Coach Mifune!"

Even though he was dissatisfied with Yukimura's distraction during the training just now, but no one was willing to listen to good words, and the anger in Mifune's heart finally settled down a lot.

"Tell me, what were you thinking just now?" Mifune asked in a rare moment of leisure, "Staying there like a fool."

Regarding Mifune's description, Yukimura did not dare to pretend to admit it, but he still expressed his doubts.

"Coach, have you ever taught someone with an incorrect mentality? When did you find out that the athlete's mentality was incorrect?"

"Huh?" Coach Mifune picked out his ears and stared at Yukimura as if seeing a ghost, "Do you think you don't have enough things? Or do you think you have learned everything and don't need a coach?"

"It's not like that." Yukimura couldn't laugh or cry, and replied after deliberation: "It's just... just curious."

Coach Sanchuan stared at him for a while, but didn't even think too much about his reason. He took out the wine gourd on his waist, uncorked it suddenly, and poured out the wine.

The fine wine that should have been drunk was spilled on the ground and seeped into the soil, and the strong smell of wine spread around Coach Mifune.

After pouring the wine, Mifune tossed the gourd, raised his chin and motioned to Yukimura, "Did you see it?"

Yukimura couldn't understand what Coach Mifune meant, and Yukimura's eyes were full of doubts.

"Only when the emotions are poured out, others can smell the taste and see the traces, but when they are kept in the jar, no one can find out."

Coach Sanchuan's tone was calm, without the slightest fluctuation: "Don't think that you can understand other people's feelings. Any empathy is deceptive. Only they can know whether the athletes' mentality is correct, and only they can discover it."

"As a coach, if you find a problem, you can only remind it, and whether it can come out is their own business."

"This is also one of the differences between top athletes and other people. They will consciously adjust their mentality to prepare for the game."

Coach Mifune paused for a moment when he said this, looked at Yukimura and shook his head again and again, and sneered, "But these are too far away for you now, you should practice the basics before thinking about other things! You are still far away Woolen cloth!"

Yukimura was silent.

It is true that he has only just started to learn, he has just taken over the responsibility of minister from Yukimura Seiichi, and he doesn't know much about other people's personalities and tennis styles.

Probably there is no way to write down specific training for each individual like Yukimura Seichi did before.

but--

Yukimura's eyes fell on Coach Mifune: Maybe we can think of a way?

"You want to teach others before you have learned it?" Mifune saw Yukimura pondering, and he knew that he was using his brain, and warned: "Don't get old man's idea."

"How could it be?" Yukimura showed a standard smile with eight teeth, "Coach, you think too much, I just want to know what the next training plan is, so I can get ready!"

Mifune didn't believe a single word of Yukimura's nonsense, he waved his hands and said impatiently: "Why are you asking so many questions, you will know when the time comes!"

Yukimura made a look of embarrassment, and sighed: "The main thing is that the national competition will start in two weeks. I'm afraid that I won't even win a game, so I just want to ask the coach to give you more guidance." ..."

"What's the point!" Sanfuan was not fooled when he entered the Tao, "For the national competition, as long as you win the first three games and end the game quickly, you won't even have a chance to play!"

"However, I heard that this year's competition system will change..."

It was only then that Mifune remembered that this year is indeed an unusual year, and there will be new changes in the national team. Maybe he will teach these people at that time.

Thinking of this, Mifune showed a disgusted expression, as if he was annoyed by Yukimura, "Okay, okay, then I will tell you about the future training plan, you can figure it out yourself!"

"Remember, don't try other menus until the foundation is solid!"

"I see!"

Yukimura, who had achieved his goal, immediately agreed with a smile on his face.

Seventh day of playing tennis

Inside the living room of the Lihai Grand Tennis Club.

A stack of papers was thrown onto the table with a snap, and then the slender fingers pressed on it and pushed it out, followed by Yukimura's gentle voice like water.

"Do you want to see it?"

The other people in the studio looked at each other, wondering what Yukimura was up to.

After a few people gestured with their eyes, they finally sent representatives Sanada and Liu to raise their own questions.

"Yukimura, what is this?" Liu glanced down and picked up the paper, "Training plan?"

Sanada also interjected: "Why did you suddenly want to modify the training plan? Is there something wrong with the current plan?"

"Or we didn't do well enough, Yukimura, you want to change the training method?"

Liu took a quick glance and found that the training plan above was not like Yukimura's previous handwriting, plus