[Net King] I really can't play tennis

, and the cap of another pen has been removed, and the tip of the pen has touched the blank part, and there are unfinished records on it.

Today's training record has to be forged by him.

Fortunately, Xingcun will not see this department's daily log for the time being. There are still four or five days before he is discharged from the hospital, which is enough for Liu to write.

Liu Gang wanted to pick up his pen and write something, but he couldn't help but think that he seemed to have done the same thing in his mind, and couldn't help laughing.

"Intellectual education, physical education, and general education are the cornerstones of education. We believe that human beings are made up of [body] and [mind]. It is our mission to let students grow soundly and smoothly in these two aspects."

At the welcome meeting, the principal of Lihai University Affiliated High School Tsutomu Yoshizawa made an impassioned speech, which also explained the school's purpose of Lihai University.

Not only pay attention to the heart but also to the body, so that every year the student union and the social association will count the number of people who participated in the department and the time of participation, and they will also be included in the assessment.

Those who fail to qualify will be banned from the competition.

At the beginning, senior Mori was almost unable to play because of too many skipping trainings. Yukimura urgently ordered Liu to revise the department's log, which helped Mori keep his qualification to play and ensure the victory of the second consecutive championship in the country.

And this senior couldn't wait to submit the application for resignation as soon as the match was over. Not only did he not attend the tennis club's farewell party, but he also completely lost contact.

However, he joined the high school tennis club after entering high school.

It's just... so weird.

……

When Ryu thought he was a strange senior, Mori Kosaburo walked slowly from the school gate to the tennis team training ground, the mixed training of the high school and middle school was drawing to a close.

Yuuto Takenaka grabbed his hair with one hand, took out his mobile phone with the other hand and looked down at the text message, and said, "I thought that guy had changed his face, but I didn't expect that he was still the same! Tsk, I shouldn't believe Mouri's words!"

Messages sent from the mobile phone screen and phone communication records showed that he had been in contact with Mao Li for a long time.

"You didn't even return calls and messages!" Takenaka Yuto closed the phone cover forcefully, and said while gritting his back molars.

Yanagi Renji and Genichiro Sanada watched the game of the first and second graders side by side, and did not express any surprises about Yuuto Takenaka's complaints.

"It would be a strange day if Senior Maori could change his nature for training." Liu said in a calm tone.

He doesn't think that the result of a ball game can change a person, especially a person like Maori who escapes training for a living.

"Eh? Then today is really weird!"

A voice suddenly emerged from the oblique ground cut into the conversation of several people, causing people to look at the place where the sound came from.

Mori Kosaburo was waving to several people with a smile on his face: "Hi, long time no see!"

Takenaka Yuto's forehead was full of blue veins: "It's been a long time since I saw you, you ghost! You don't answer the phone or text messages, and you came near the end of training. Have you forgotten what you said the day before yesterday?!"

Shocked by the minister's volume, Maori covered his ears, and his tone was terribly perfunctory: "Hey, my phone is out of battery, I've overtrained in the club and forgot the time, not to mention I'm here?"

When Mao Li said this, he looked into the field and showed a helpless expression: "It seems that it's over, it's a waste of time."

Kirihara had just sealed the victory and fixed the score at 6-0, which was a perfect victory.

"I really convinced you!" Takenaka Yuto put his left hand on his forehead, "We originally arranged a practice match between you and Kirihara, but now it seems that the time is getting late, and the match is impossible—"

"Huh?" Maori interrupted Takenaka Yuto, and elongated his tone. Then he put the ball bag behind his back and took out his tennis racket. "Then I'll practice with my junior."

As soon as these words came out, the three people present were stunned.

Liu's eyebrows were all knit together, and he sternly refused: "The mixed training is over! Senior, you came too late!"

"Really?" Mori leaned over to Takenaka Yuto and grabbed his left hand and glanced at his watch. "I remember that the end time of the mixed training was six o'clock in the evening, right? There are still 15 minutes left! I think it's enough."

"Senior, what are you messing around with?!" Liu's tone was almost scolding, as if he tried his best to suppress his anger.

"It's you guys who are messing around." Maori suddenly said something inexplicably, and then shouted to Kirihara who was walking this way: "Kirihara-kun, let me play the last match with you!"

"Eh? Okay!" The simple Kirihara agreed without hesitation.

"There is no objection from the person concerned, so I think the competition can go on?" Mao Li turned his head and raised his eyebrows at Sanada and Liu.

Now that the matter has come to this point, Sanada and Liu have no reason to stop it.

The only worry is that the match between these two will drag on for too long.

however--

"40-0!" In less than 15 minutes, it was already the end of the game.

Kirihara Chi also held the racket to support himself, so that his legs would not tremble and fell on the court in embarrassment. The red color in his eyes gradually faded, and the fierce look just now was gone. His eyes trembled and looked at the people on the opposite court.

Akira Kirihara didn't know much about the senior Mori Kosaburo.

All that remains in my memory is the photo of him standing on the edge and yawning after winning the national competition.

After joining the tennis club, they only spent a few months together, and more than half of the time, they didn't meet each other because the senior skipped training too often.

Not to mention being hit by him on the court just like that.

What a shame!

Kirihara's arrogance stemmed from his confidence in his own strength, but in just 15 minutes just now, his arrogance was broken by this senior.

It's not that he didn't try to disrupt the rhythm of the opponent to attack; it wasn't that he didn't use all his strength; it wasn't because he was exhausted just after a match.

Kirihara has tried everything in the game, but Mori told him lightly: In the face of absolute strength, any skill is useless!

"Is this the result of your training?" Maori's eyes flashed with disappointment, and a mocking smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "What a boring game!"

There was silence all around, and the members of the tennis club who were watching were staring at the two on the court in amazement.

Never expected that this game would end like this.

Everyone in the high school only knows that Mao Li is a person who doesn't like training, and they are already dissatisfied with him. In addition, Mao Li lost the game in the Kanto Competition before, and they inevitably laughed and gloated when discussing behind his back.

Genichiro Sanada and the others who had been together for nearly a year didn't know what was going on in the head of this senior.Why come to mixed training at this time, and why do such shocking things on the eve of the national competition.

There was anger in Liu Lian'er's eyes: Qieyuan's personality is that when he encounters the strong, he is strong, but this is not the reason why Mao used this method to destroy his self-esteem!

Genichiro Sanada also frowned tightly, and the hand that originally adjusted the string of the tennis racket unconsciously got a few red marks.

However, no one stopped Mao Li from raising his hand to deliver the last ball, and he could only watch helplessly as he swung his racket vigorously and smashed the ball on the court, causing a cloud of smoke and dust to rise after it landed.

"6-0! That's the end!"

Molly spat out the words from his mouth with a smile.

Eighth day without playing tennis

As soon as the game was over, Sanada and Yanagi hurried up to help Kirihara, who was exhausted, back to the sidelines to rest.

The latter seemed to be dizzy and hadn't recovered from the game just now. Facing Sanada and Liu Guan's questions, he only nodded and shook his head and his throat was so thirsty that he couldn't speak.

It was Maori who grabbed a water cup from the side and handed it to Kirihara, saving the endangered elementary school boy.

"Add more water, so that you can grow up faster." Mori said jokingly, and touched Kirihara's head by the way, and found that the latter had a funny expression, then rubbed it vigorously.

Kirihara was stunned and couldn't tell whether Mori's words were true or false.

Seeing this, Liu stood in front of Kirihara calmly, separated Moori's hand, and said to Kirihara: "Chiya, we should go back."

Aware of Maori's anomaly today, Liu is unwilling to think about the intentions of this senior, and just wants to return to the middle school as soon as possible.

"Sanada, Liu."

Mao Li didn't want to let them go, and stopped them aloud: "Let's talk." Before the two responded, he added, "About Yukimura."

The name anchors both Sanada and Yanagi in place.

However, this is not a good place to talk. Mori greeted Takenaka Yuto, and then followed Sanada and the others back to the activity room of the Junior High Tennis Club.

After dismissing those who were not suitable to be present, Mao Li closed the door of the activity room smoothly.

Seeing this, Sanada looked at him expressionlessly, while Liu frowned slightly.

"I went to see Yukimura."

Maori sat down and went straight to the point, his black pupils reflected the frowning of the two people in front of him, and he snorted softly: "You don't think that Yukimura's amnesia can be hidden from everyone, do you?"

"We didn't hide it deliberately..." Sanada wanted to explain, but Liu stopped him.

"Since Mori-senpai, you know about this, you have really confirmed that Yukimura has absolutely 'amnesia', right?" Liu's heart skipped a beat and sank to the bottom of the valley.

Now it seems that the most unexpected situation has happened.Liu's face suddenly became ugly.

"This kind of thing can be seen at a glance." Maori straightened his hair and pointed to his eyes. "You can't deceive people with eyes, and——"

Mao Li stretched out the last sentence, and his expression became serious: "I watched the game video of the Kanto Competition with him.