Net King Returns to the First Generation

After that, Li Haida took the bus back to Kanagawa.

Naturally, I don’t know about other things happening in Tokyo——

Akutsu, who was looking for Kebin all over the city, and Akutsu who lost after the match with Kebin, happened to pass by Ryoma who tried to compete with Kebin but was stopped by Tezuka and even slapped.

In the end, the game still failed, and Echizen, who was ordered to go back after being slapped, still followed the seniors.

He seemed lost: Am I really... out of shape?

It's really hard to lose this kind of thing.

Such a Ryoma even surprised his uncle Nanjiro who used to tease him at home.It was also at this time that Ryoma had a sense of reality: Ah, it turned out that this is how it feels to lose the election, unwilling, sad, and unbelievable...

He turned over and stayed up all night.

Kebin, who didn't make a match with Echizen over there, looked at Echizen's back, and was very surprised when Echizen said "I'm not on the list, so I only have this chance to fight".

Is Echizen Ryoma not on the list?

What a joke!

I studied tennis so hard, watched the video of that guy's game over and over again, even the video of his middle school league after he returned to Japan, and even publicized it in Japan, unexpectedly... the Japanese side did not let him Is he selected? !

Standing on the empty street court, he kicked hard at the pole of the street light beside the court.

Echizen Ryoma...you wait!

I will not give up like this!

To defeat you is the sole purpose of my coming to Japan!He gritted his teeth and thought.

On the other hand, after tossing and turning all night, Ryoma went out early the next morning.

"Hello, may I ask, have you ever seen a blond-haired foreigner?" Ryoma asked the tennis court one by one, and met Atobe who came to stop him around noon.

The person standing on the steps had a flamboyant smile on his face: "My uncle has heard that you ran all over the tennis courts looking for Kebin. Because you can't play the game, do you want to settle with Kebin in private? huh?"

"Can't it?" Ryoma didn't look up, but looked up at him sideways.

"In that case, what's the difference from Kebin who is making trouble everywhere?" Atobe said with his hips akimbo.

"If he wants to compete with me, I will treat him as an opponent." Ryoma said.

Atobe snorted: "Huh? I only saw a lost kitten who was venting his anger that he didn't enter the selection competition."

Ryoma raised his head abruptly.

"Stop it. Otherwise you will only get worse. If you are not selected for the selection team, it means you have lost. Hurry up and go home with your tail between your legs." Atobe snorted softly and turned around, " Bye now."

Obviously, the words of the "Monkey Mountain King" greatly stimulated Ryoma.

He looked at the back of Atobe disappearing on the steps, and there was water in his eyes.

Glancing at the players on the tennis court, he picked up the tennis bag and walked down the street without knowing his destination or wanting to do anything.

Am I... Already lost?

Running away with my tail between my legs... I won't do it!

What about Kebin, whom he searched for so much but disappeared?

He is training with his teammates.

Seeing Echizen reminded him a lot of the past—no, it's a bit strange to say the past at this age, it's better to say it was childhood.Not counting childhood.All the time, his father who forced him to practice tennis, couldn't stop even if he was hit by the ball until it hurt, and was constantly reprimanded.There is also such an annoying father's whispers that people can't hate after being drunk. "If I do my best... then I won't be caught by that Japanese... don't underestimate people!"

The man who dared to say such words only when he was drunk, was always unable to stand on the court because of the shadow.Such a cowardly man!

Yes, even if I hate that man, that man is my father after all!There is an opportunity for me to avenge his shame, how can I slip away in vain!

Absolutely... no!

I'm not the same as that cowardly useless man...!

I want to make that Echizen Ryoma look good!

Kaibin took the water handed to him by the cowboy brother, and he unconsciously exerted force.

Echizen...Ryoma!

After dark, Tezuka, who was reviewing his homework at home, heard his mother's voice.

"Guoguang, your junior from the tennis club is here."

After wandering around for a day, Echizen still couldn't convince himself, so he finally found Tezuka's house.

He knew that when the list was decided, it was decided, and there was almost no room for maneuver.but……

"I still want to play!" Ryoma lowered his head to hide his expression, "Or, just let me and Kaibin compete once! It's fine in private!"

"...Coach Sakaki asked me to tell you to be prepared. The US team may arrange a series of media promotions from your perspective. But, for that matter...you can accept such a controversial quota Is it?" Tezuka looked at the boy kneeling in front of him.

"Yes!" Ryoma raised his head, "I can!"

"But even so, there is a high possibility that you won't be able to play. The decision of the order of appearance is in the hands of Mr. Sakaki. With Mr. Sakaki's style, it is very likely that you will show up in the rest area to show your attitude. Is that okay? ?”

"Yes! That's okay!" Ryoma said.He must not give up every opportunity, and must go all out in the face of all challenges... He has now figured out these principles!

It doesn't matter if you can't play, and it doesn't matter if you don't have an official quota to be disputed, I... I won't waste this opportunity again!

Tezuka looked at Echizen who had finally pulled himself together, with relief in his eyes.

The next day, he went to see Coach Sakaki.

"In other words, with Echizen's current state, is it okay to play in the game?" Coach Sakaki folded his arms, "Do you want Echizen to play?"

"No." Tezuka shook his head, "Just, if there is this chance..."

"Indeed, there is no problem in being selected for the selection team with Echizen's strength." Coach Sakaki stood up and walked to the window, "However, he made a big mistake——in the face of an important situation, whether he can mentally and physically Adjusting to the best condition is an indispensable ability for athletes. At this point, Echizen still appears to be very insufficient."

"You're right." Tezuka said.

"The eight-man roster of the selection team will not be changed. Echizen's quota is only for the accompanying team. The final order of appearance will be decided by me." Coach Sakaki said, "There is still one day left, and the status on the spot It also needs to be considered. Having more Echizen may also be a stimulus to the other eight people. As for whether this stimulus is positive or negative... we will not know until the game.”

"...Yes. Please." Tezuka looked at Coach Sakaki's back and sighed inwardly.

The U.S. team arrived in Japan two days before the game—yes, Kempin and the Cowboys came early.Kebin is of course for kicking the gym, and the cowboy boy is to see the scenery of Japan in advance, and to appreciate the beauty of the girls?

In other words, the series of public opinion measures after Kaibin kicked off the stadium were all about the commercial "coach". No, it should be said that it is a sponsor and boss instead of a coach?Controlled by communications in the United States.

On the day he arrived in Japan, the boss who manages every day held a press conference.

— at the venue where the Open will be held a day later.

Before the reception, the boss gathers the main picks who will play the game.Kebin and the cowboy brother did not go.

"Hey, Kaibin, if you don't go, you'll be in trouble." The cowboy boy said.

"Hmph." Kebin put his legs on the armchair in the front row, and clasped his hands behind his head, "I came to Japan to beat Echizen Ryoma! Playing in a game without him, yes It doesn't make sense."

"I also understand how you feel, but this game is not about you alone." The cowboy boy sighed.

Kevin opened his eyes.

It's not about me...

"Yes, everything is going well on our side. Okay." Before the boss who hung up the phone in the office could speak, the door of the office opened.

"Sorry, we're back." The cowboy boy rubbed the back of his head and smiled, while Kebin beside him put his hands in his pockets, looking unhappy.

"Billy, Kempin."

"Where have you been!"

(Finally got a name) The cowboy brother laughed twice: "Ah, this..."

"No need to explain, hurry up and change clothes." The boss said.

"Yes." Kempin and Billy agreed.They closed the door again.

The press conference was held on time, and the venue was full of reporters. In addition to the sports section, there were also reporters from the economic section and the entertainment section. They all showed that this middle school tennis league was not just an ordinary friendly match.

The boss who came onto the stage in a suit picked up the microphone: "Everyone from Japan, welcome to come here today. I am the coach of the American West Coast Youth Selection Team, Richard Bega."

He started a speech of his own.

"...However, it is a pity that you don't know what real tennis is. Do you think tennis is an art? Tennis should be said to be a performance. Be the best stage, the best actor, and When the best performances come together, it is time for miraculous art to unfold! Excitement, fantasy, and thrills—the most perfect tennis in the world, let us show it to everyone in Japan!"

The main candidates of Lihai University gathered in the meeting room, turned on the projector, and watched the live broadcast of the press conference.

After listening to the words of this coach Richard, they all had different degrees of stress.

"Tennis that you've never seen before? Sounds interesting?" Yukimura said, but at the end of the sentence he used a questioning tone of sarcasm.

Nioh lay on the table and played with his braids.

"Pfft, this uncle doesn't look like a coach at all." He laughed.

"I think it's okay? Isn't Coach Sakaki also in suits and shoes all day long?" Kirihara asked puzzled.

Liu Sheng pushed his glasses: "It's temperament, this feeling..."

"It really doesn't look like a coach." Liu concluded, "Also, did he just say that tennis is an...art? Also, did he say that tennis is a...performance?"

"From a certain point of view, this is not wrong." Nioh said.

Liu Ruo thought: "Are you telling the truth or irony? Although it's true that your games usually look like a show, but... Nioh, I don't believe you really watch tennis like this."

"Believe it or not, it looks like this uncle is going to show us an exquisite performance?" Nioh scoffed, "In his eyes, the contestants are all actors....Ah, it's time to introduce the contestants."

Everyone turned their attention back to the screen.

"Well, now let me introduce the best actors of our American team."

The light shining on him dimmed suddenly, and the light scattered into a halo, walking back and forth in the surrounding auditorium.

After a few seconds, the big screen behind him suddenly showed the pre-made video.

"America's attack boy, Billy Caddy!" After a puff of smoke, the cowboy boy came out wearing a team uniform and a cowboy hat with a racket.Standing on the stage, he winked at the media in the audience.

"The killer in front of the net of flames, Mike Lee!" Smoke spewed out from the entrance passage of the players in the audience seats of the tennis court farther away, and a short-haired boy with a little scar on his face came out.

"Gorgeous contestants, Tom Griffey and Terry Griffey!" The Griffey brothers who came out this time were more brothers and sisters than brothers.

"Cold-blooded scorpion, Andrew Iglidev!" The indifferent boy with triangular eyes, two tentacles-like bangs and a ponytail came out.

"Beast bulldozer, Bobby Max!" The tall and strong boy who appeared behind the press booth looked like a real-life version of Tarzan, startling the reporters present at the meeting.

"Hello." Inoue said cold sweat on his head.

"Is this really the tennis team's press conference?" Zhi said angrily, "These people don't look like middle school students at all!"

"...They were all high school students, except Kebin. Besides, Americans just look older." Inoue comforted her helplessly.

"Finally, the proud brave, Kebin Smith!"

With a cold face, he walked out of the smoke with his hands in his pockets, and Kebin allowed the reporters to take pictures.He cut it, feeling very disdainful of such a form in his heart.But he didn't want to show this kind of disapproval for the time being.

On the stage, Kebin stood together with other teammates.

"Well, now, please ask questions." Coach Richard (boss?) said with a microphone.

"You are not an all-American team, are you worried about your combat strength?" asked the reporter in the front row.

"As long as you watch the game, you should be able to know our strength." Richard said, "Of course, I can guarantee that our strength is higher than last year's All-American selection team."

"Why are the members of this competition not announced until before the competition?" A female reporter asked.

"It's just to make the contestants and the audience feel a sense of tension." Richard replied with a smile, and he looked around: "Any other questions?"

"Yes." Inoue raised his hand.

He stood up: "I'm Inoue, a reporter from Tennis Monthly, and I have a question for Kebbin Smith."

Richard looked surprised, and he looked back at Kebin who couldn't understand why.

"You may compete with Echizen Ryoma, who is related to your father, please do your best!" Inoue said.

Kebin frowned: "What do you mean? Echizen Ryoma won't participate in this competition!"

Inoue raised the list in his hand in surprise: "However, in the list announced by the Tennis Association, Echizen Ryoma is above the candidates, which means that there are enough possible players to play."

"... What does it mean to be a candidate?" Kebin asked.

Inoue was a little embarrassed: You can't say that the boss next to you has done a good job of public relations with the Japanese media in advance, so that the Tennis Association has been pressured and has to ask the coaches, right?The tough coach Sakaki's response is to add so-called backup personnel to the back of the eight-man roster as possible substitutes... Speaking of the boss next to you, although you acted nonchalantly Look, but I can see the pride in your eyes!

... For the Japanese, Echizen Minamijiro is indeed a legendary name.

Propaganda and pressure through this... huh...

Ahhh, other colleagues don't want to ask such embarrassing questions, it's too much to push him out!He didn't want to ask such a question either!It looks so substandard!

Inoue was going crazy in his heart.He swallowed his saliva and did not speak.

Kempin didn't get an answer, but he didn't care anymore.

He only knew that what the Japanese reporter meant was that he, and Echizen Ryoma, might meet in the competition!

Going forward to take away the microphone in Richard's hand, Kebin showed a high-spirited expression to the camera: "I have been waiting for the day when I will compete with Echizen Ryoma. I have been waiting for this day for a long time Already!"

Holding the microphone tightly, Kebin suddenly smiled at the camera, provocatively and proudly: "Hey, Echizen Ryoma! I will neither run nor hide! I will beat you down in front of the audience!"

He raised his racket to the camera.

These words were conveyed through the camera to the eyes of everyone watching the live broadcast.

Echizen of Aigaku raised his hand and took off his hat, throwing it forward.

It just hit Kebin's face, which was zoomed in close-up on the screen.

At the same time, in Li Haida's conference room, after a brief silence, Kirihara cried out dissatisfied: "What, that guy only thinks about that little dwarf, and doesn't pay attention to other people."

"Hehe, after all, he is the champion of the National Youth Competition." Yukimura said, "Besides, his father is really miserable. Isn't it natural to only think about Echizen?"

"Minister!" Kirihara said dissatisfied.

"Akaya!" Sanada frowned and raised his hand to put on Kirihara's head, "There's no need to be angry about this kind of thing! Wait until tomorrow's game...they will understand how wrong they are!"

"Deputy Minister..." Kirihara looked up at Sanada, never felt that Sanada was particularly tall like now. (But in fact, he has such mental activities every time he is tutored by Sanada)

Ignoring the two people who had a strange sense of father and son over there, Yukimura watched the press conference come to an end and suppressed his smile: "Team USA..."

Shift the camera.

Regarding these words, the other players who were selected for the selection team watching the live broadcast naturally reacted, and the coaches also frowned in unison.

"Haha, now that it's out, those people from the Tennis Association are going to call Sakaki again." Teacher Ryuzaki, who was watching the live broadcast in the ward, sighed with a smile. a good thing?"

"Grandma!" Sakura said dissatisfied, "Grandma, how can you say that?"

"Hey, you have to know that this kind of thing should be the most annoying thing for Sakaki." Ryuzaki-sensei said, she paused, "But now, the possibility of Machima appearing is getting smaller and smaller? Sakaki hates being raped the most." Pressed."

"Yes...is that so? Ryoma-kun..." Sakura silently lowered her head, clenched her fists with both hands on her chest.

Ryoma-kun, are you unable to play...

The US team's press conference really set off a storm.

The public's view of the United States naturally has a little bit of admiration, and there are so-called "sons of Echizen Nanjiro" and some interesting "generational confrontation" gimmicks.Many people who don't care much about tennis are planning to take advantage of the weekend of the second day to watch this exciting tennis match.

Nioh received Xia Shu's message at night.

Are you going to play against the US team tomorrow?I saw your name in the paper, youth selection team? ——Natsuki Coni, have you read the newspaper? ——Nio Masaharu

Yes, isn't today's press conference live?Because it was an interview in the United States, it was broadcast on many channels, so I just watched it.They are quite confident. ——Natsuki Kaosheng can only be so confident today, puff. ——Nio Masaharu

Xia Shu couldn't help but laugh when he saw such a text message: The boy Renwang is also very confident.

She thought for a while and pressed the keyboard.

Shall I watch your game tomorrow?I don't think I care much about you, and I haven't seen you for a long time.By the way, if you are a member of the selection team, do you have internal tickets?Ticket sales will start at [-]:[-] for the game at [-]:[-] tomorrow. I feel like I have to queue up after [-]:[-] to buy tickets... It's so early. ——Natsuki Coniu watching the game?Internal ticket?

Niwang raised his eyebrows, with a smile on his lips, he turned over and typed.

Of course it’s great if you want to watch my game, but internal tickets... Natsuki, internal tickets are distributed to members of the tennis club, do you want to sit with a group of boys? ——Nio Masaharu doesn't care about me.I usually only see the relevant information of your teammates on "Hai Na Bai Chuan", I'm quite curious. ——It doesn’t matter if Natsuki is teased? ——Nio Masaharu

Am I afraid?Boy, haven't you always wanted to assert your authority as a boyfriend? ——Natsuki Suisheng That's right, it's too sad to have only dated once in more than two months. ——It’s not just me who is busy with Nioh Masaharu, you also have no time to sleep together. —— Cone Health Summer Tree

Too.That's it?But I have to prepare in the lounge in advance for tomorrow's game, so you have to arrive early. ——Nio Masaharu.

...Could it be seven o'clock too? —— Cone Health Summer Tree

Pooh, if it's seven o'clock, are you going to line up to buy tickets?So that you won't regret it.Eight o'clock at the entrance of the gymnasium... Well, the back door is fine, it is the passageway with the beat of "non-insiders stop". ——Nio Masaharu, eight o'clock is eight o'clock. —— Cone Health Summer Tree

Be prepared, girl, tennis is amazing. ——Masaharu Nioh, I have already seen your "transformation", don't worry, I still have the ability to bear it.Maybe I can get a lot of inspiration from your games?Although I feel that the world becomes so strange once I play tennis. ——The cone-shaped summer tree pops. ——Nio Masaharu

After chatting about some trivial matters, they said goodbye to each other. Nioh closed his phone and looked at the ceiling, feeling that he at least had expectations for this game.

Xia Shu came to watch the game...

That's right, the win is very beautiful.

In this way, it is really a bit like the coach of the US team said, a perfect performance?

However, this description...is not the American team over there.

Nioh thought so, threw the phone aside and closed his eyes.