Angel of the net king

"Wow...that's amazing." Kikumaru said in surprise, with his face pressed against the glass window of the bus, and even the other candidates on the bus also made admiring voices. It seems that everyone They are all full of curiosity and excitement about this 'intensive training for youth selection'

After getting off the bus and entering the intensive training camp, I curiously looked at the new environment where I will live for a period of time

"Hey, Echizen seems to have guests." The dry words drew everyone's attention to the person who was walking towards them

"Hmm, long time no see, Echizen." Teacher Huacun still had that seductive laugh

"She's not from Chengcheng Shonan..." "Mr. Huacun?" Dashi and momo asked in surprise

Huacun ignored their questions and went directly to Mr. Ryuzaki to say hello to her.

After Teacher Huacun, team members from various schools came to the training camp one after another.Everyone lined up in front of the gate of the training camp

"It's amazing, it's like everyone is getting together on a date" Eiji stretched out his little cat head and kept writing Zhang Wen

"Hey, Eiji, don't look around." Oishi turned his head and said seriously, but Eiji ignored it completely and ignored "Jocheng Shonan, Kajimoto, Wakato, Kamishiro, Fudo Peak, Kamio and Ibu!" Eiji's words Muttering incessantly

"There are also people from Liujiao, are Tenne, Saeki and Kisarazu bright?" Kawamura, who has always been honest, also joined the ranks of speaking, "Sure enough, Sengoku came from Yamabuki." This is the voice of MOMO, "Saint Rudolph's is an audience Yue, Kisarazu Jun, and Fuji’s younger brother also came.” Gan reported the school he saw, “Ice Emperor is their head and five people.” I'm a contestant." At the end, even Dashi unconsciously joined the discussion

Probably out of curiosity, Ryoma's 151cm figure kept poking around, "Ah, do you want to see it too? Shall I let you ride on my shoulders?" The sharp-eyed Eiji said mischievously when he saw it. said

"No need..." Ryoma turned his head awkwardly and said disdainfully

Ignoring the person who was speaking, Mr. Ryuzaki saw Mr. Huamura constantly looking at his watch and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"Uh... there's one more person who didn't come." Before the words finished, a car stopped on the road outside the gate.

"It's really like Sakaki's style," Mr. Ryuzaki said with a smile on his face.

······

"I am Ryuzaki who is in charge of this training camp, please take care of me."

"Hi..." Everyone said in unison.

"I think everyone has heard that the Japan-US Friendship Youth Selection Tennis Tournament will start this year. The opponent is the youth high school selection team from the west coast of the United States. Originally, I wanted to wait for the national competition to be selected nationwide. Yes, but according to the request of the United States, we set the game at this time, so we gathered players from various schools in Kanto here for intensive training, and then selected players to participate in the competition. Regarding the content of the training, Hua Mr. Murura will introduce you in detail." After Mr. Ryuzaki finished speaking, he handed over the right to speak to Mr. Huacun.

Teacher Huacun stepped forward and placed a poss position: "Then, I will introduce the detailed content of the training camp now. First of all, let's take part in this time..."

"Boom..." Suddenly a figure fell from the dense tree, and just fell on the thick, soft lawn, interrupting Teacher Huacun's words

"Uh...it hurts..." A moaning voice came out thinly, only to see the figure sitting up with half-supported body, frowning slightly

"Lingran..." "Xiao Ranran..."

Surprised expressions appeared on the faces of the crowd, and they shouted involuntarily. Several figures rushed to Ling Ran at an extremely fast speed, hugged him, and looked at Ling Ran almost greedily, absorbing his unique smell.

"Everyone, I'm back. Do you... miss me?" Ling Ran said with a slightly red face as he looked at the men with different styles in front of him.

. . . . . .