Net King Returns to the First Generation

"It's not allowed to grab so many balls by one person!" The high school students and the junior high school students formed two camps to confront each other dissatisfied.

Yue Ren snorted coldly, turned his head while holding the tennis ball: "I said Yushi... the coach just said that those who didn't grab the ball will disappear immediately, right?"

"Yue Ren, keep your voice down." Renzu smiled lightly and pushed his glasses.

Kirihara licked his lips and became completely excited: "Wow! It's a pity, pack up and go home!"

"What did you say?! Smelly brat!" The high school students became even more angry.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

In the monitoring room, the staff took a careful look at the tall man in a white coat: "Coach Kurobe, nearly half of the 290 six players including junior high school students failed to grab the ball. ... And, they are all high school students." born."

Kurobe, who had expected this to some extent, leaned back in his chair with a smile: "As expected...just broadcast like this."

"Ah, yes!" The staff took a deep breath and turned on the loudspeaker: "Players who didn't catch the ball please disappear immediately according to the head coach's request! The announcement is over!"

"..." There was an uproar among the high school students, "Did the coach say that?"

"Then, everyone after Court No. [-] will be eliminated!"

The arrangement of training venues arranged in the order of competition from Court No. 1 to Court No. 16 more or less represents the strength ranking of the players in the training camp.But nearly half of the high school students were eliminated...

This kind of thing...

"Okay, let's go to training soon." The high school students in the first few courts dispersed one after another.

The high school students who were facing the crisis of elimination raised their rackets to the middle school students in displeasure: "Hey, are you going to let these little devils replace us?! Stop joking!"

"Let's compete! You are just luckier!"

"Anyone can, use the ball you get as a bet, let's decide the outcome with tennis!"

"I said, that guy with glasses over there, do you dare?!" Among the high school students, a man who was five-year-old and three-year-old pointed at the middle school students.

Tezuka raised his hand and pushed his glasses: Are you calling me?

"Wait, Tezuka, I think that person is referring to me." The wooden hand next to him took a step forward.

Liu Sheng also pushed his glasses: "No, Mr. Mushou, is it me?"

Renzu also found it interesting and joined in the fun: "What are you doing, the one who wears glasses should be talking about me."

"Maybe it's me~" Xiaochun twisted her waist.

Hei Yu glanced behind him speechlessly: "Damn, don't take off your eyes." So many people want to go, it's not your turn.

"...It doesn't matter to anyone, hurry up and enter the arena!" The high school student said impatiently.

"Are you ready?" came a voice.

They looked sideways, and at some point the short kid who came last put on a pair of glasses and was lying on the middle net.

Echizen? !

……

After 10 minutes, the middle school students who took turns to compete with the high school students won the game one by one.

Of course, the technique used is enough to make these high school students who can't even grab the ball speechless.

At the end of the line, Feng Yinyin, who recognized the two high school students blocking the way, had some sympathy for these two seniors who had been tortured by his own ministers.

He passed over the ball he had taken.

"I'm sorry... can I? Thank you~" The two high school students almost cried with joy: Today's behavior of blocking the road is not without benefits!

Feng smiled and touched the back of his head: "It's nothing."

"Chotaro, you are so stupid, why are you so kind to the enemy? It's really shameful." Shido, who was next to him, snorted.

Yagyu, who had no intention of going on stage, turned around: "Is Shishido-san trying to make this phrase popular? What do you think, Nioh?"

"Puff, do you also want to lead the new trend?" Nioh, who was watching the game with interest, bowed his waist and supported the armrest in front of him.

The choked Liu Sheng coughed lightly twice.

On the court, Sanada used the move like thunder.

He smiled at the shocked high school students, "What's wrong? There's a hole in the racket."

That smile was too weird, Liu couldn't help turning his head to Yukimura and said, "Is Genichiro overexcited?"

"Who knows?" Yukimura shook his head with a smile, "Ever since he heard about the training camp, he has been very motivated."

"It's really superficial guys to compete without first weighing the opponent's strength." A deep and hoarse voice suddenly came.

Nioh, who had just teased Yagyu, turned his head, and saw the familiar (and a little strange) trio of high school students who almost always acted together approached.The young man with a mature face and long dark red hair in the middle reprimanded in a deep voice: "It's too embarrassing! The guys who didn't grab the ball will disappear immediately! Don't be ashamed here!"

As the three of them approached, the high school students who were still entangled on the field ran out of the field one after another.

Looking at the direction, it is indeed going to the dormitory to pack my luggage.

... so obedient, who is this person?

While others were thinking this way, King Ni licked his lips: Long time no see, Senior Ghost.

...This face is really something I will never forget.

And those two people who were almost inseparable from him——

"Unauthorized competitions are prohibited here." The curly-haired young man pushing glasses said with a smile. He tilted his head, and he didn't know whether it was out of good intentions or just because he thought it was fun, he began to popularize U17 knowledge to middle school students: "U17 represents The training camp of the team is sorted according to their strength. Players are assigned to courts No. 1 to No. 16. That is to say, the higher the court number, the stronger the strength of the players. In the training camp, the coach will be in the training camp every day. Announce the list of several groups of 'shuffling battles'. Only those who win the game will advance."

"Putting down the opponent is the rule of survival here." He stopped and made a wink to the middle school students: "I am Irie Kanata from Court No. [-], please give me your advice."

"I'm Oni Jujiro from Court No. [-]." said the tall young man (?) who looked like a mafia boss.

Kirihara blinked after hearing this: "So are you strong? Compare with me—"

He stopped before finishing his sentence.

The tall and stern young man who passed by his side glanced over, making him almost freeze up.The young man said lightly: "Do you want to disappear?"

Kirihara couldn't help taking a step back: This guy...

This guy's eyes somehow resemble Minister Yukimura!

After saying this sentence in a tone that didn't sound like a threat, the young man who didn't give his name turned around and said, "Okay, let's go back to practice."

……

On the first day of the training camp, the junior high school students spent time visiting the venues.

After stepping into the stadium, Nioh vaguely remembered what happened in his previous life, and soon remembered a certain seven-ball match that made him very depressed.It was probably that match that made him understand that Yagyu knew him to such an extent.

It is normal to be less wary of brothers, but it is very important for a person like Nioh to let another person understand his sense of crisis.Rather than accepting losing to Yagyu, it's more difficult to accept being understood by another person?It was such a hit.

That kind of psychological pressure is quite interesting when you think about it now?

There is a sense of sight that teenagers are awkward.

Although there was indeed a lot of awkwardness between him and Liu Sheng in his previous life, yes, the way the two get along is to ridicule each other?

But this time...

It is impossible for him to lose to Bilushi this time.Nioh thought.

He touched his nose, and there was a place in his heart that he never knew: he finally felt that something bad was about to happen, what was it?

The only one on the list in the "shuffling battle" on the second day was Qingxue's Taocheng.

The opponent is the red-haired youth who made a shocking debut the day before, Oni Jujiro.

Nioh knows very well that this is a shocking education specially selected by the U17 coaches for junior high school students.

The game that started at six o'clock in the morning was so cruel that it was unbelievable.

The ghost standing in the court with only two racket strings, and the ball he swung casually made Taocheng unable to parry.

Taocheng, who has extraordinary self-confidence in strength, tried to break through the ghost's defense time and time again, but still failed.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Sweat... bleed.

"If this order of appearance was discussed by the coach..." Yukimura slightly restrained his smile, "I see."

"If their goal is to give our junior high school students a bad start..." Atobe looked at the expressions of the others with a cold face, "It should have been achieved."

"But they chose Taocheng, the most difficult place to deal with." Renzu sighed.

King Ren turned his head to look at him: "Are you expressing your feelings about losing to a sophomore?"

"...Can you stop saying that you almost lost?" Renzu pushed his glasses helplessly, "I still won."

Taocheng's last ball broke Gui's line, but the result of the game was irreversible.

Momoshiro, who hadn't grown up after the last ball, was lying on his back, and the ghost asked his name.

Let's just say... I was moved by the stubbornness of the middle school students.

After the shuffling battle, the real training began. The junior high school students were arranged to start basic exercises on the unified ground court.

At this time, in the monitoring room.

bang.

Hearing the voice, Kurobe turned his head, still holding coffee in his hand: "It's really the same way of knocking on the door for thousands of years."

Being ridiculed by him like this, the tall man who walked in and rubbed his forehead frowned: "Xiao Hei, how are those middle school students doing?"

"By the way, it's your turn today. I hope those middle school students can stand your training." Kurobe put down his coffee cup and smiled.

After all, Saito is a "perverted"...spiritual coach.

Kurobe complained in his heart: Speaking of which, the title of spiritual coach is really strange, why not call it a psychological coach?It made him feel that maybe Saito himself had some mental problems.

Well, cough, don't say it, don't say it.

Bang!

The voice that appeared on the radio caught everyone's attention.

The tall man with the microphone who appeared on the rooftop rubbed his forehead: "Junior high school students pay attention!"

He looked down: "Morning, everyone, I am U17's spiritual coach, Saito."

Gan and Liu looked at his voice and said a number at the same time: "[-] meters."

Nioh twitched the corners of his mouth: Didn't you say that the average height of Japanese men is a little over 1.7 meters?What's the matter with so many people over two meters tall in a tennis training camp...

Saito had no idea that some of the junior high school students below were slandering his height: "I heard that you are much stronger than ordinary junior high school students? If you strengthen your mental level, you will be stronger. That's it."

"First of all, please form groups of twos."

Here comes the seven-ball showdown.

Nioh, who still had a fresh memory of this episode, turned his head to look for Yagyu, but met Yukimura's smiling face: "Nioh, shall we be a team?"

"...huh?" King Ren blinked, thinking he had heard wrong.

"I said, let's play in a team of two." Yukimura repeated, he was a little puzzled when he saw that Nioh didn't react: "Is it strange? It's not like we haven't played doubles before."

The problem is not that the group has never played doubles, but that these two teams are not doubles...

Nioh tugged at his braid.

Before he had time to organize his own words, people from other schools who had already formed a partner with him had already attracted their attention.

"What's the meaning of 'It's not that I haven't had a doubles team'?!" Gan's glasses suddenly reflected light, and he flicked through his notes: "So Nioh and Yukimura had a doubles team? When?"

When even I don't know, how would you know.

Liu thought so.

He expressed his approval for such a combination: "Indeed, I am also looking forward to your combination."

"But Yagyu..." Nioh tried to struggle.

Liu interrupted him: "It's fine for me to be with Bi Lushi, right?" He turned his head.

"Having planned to fly with Liu Shuangsu for a long time" (had been ridiculed by King Ni), Liu Sheng slightly raised the corners of his lips: "Yes."

"Hey, are you just abandoning me like this..." King Ni twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Anyway, you also said that the final of the Kanto Contest will be our last partnership." Liu Sheng pushed his glasses, "I'm trying to make you a man who keeps his word."

This sentence can't help but make people from other schools look sideways.

King Ren, who was on the cusp of the storm, couldn't help but raised his hand to cover his forehead: "I've never been a person who keeps my word, didn't you already know that?"

"You can say that, I really underestimated you." Renzu sighed.

Nioh, who didn't want to pay any attention to his friend's complaints, glanced at Yukimura again.

The person with a smiling face tilted his head: "What's the matter, King Ni, don't you want to form a team with me?"

That expression...

I said Yukimura, don't look at me like that...

King Ni pulled his braid helplessly: "I didn't say that."

"Then it's decided." Yukimura nodded with satisfaction, "I'll be with you, Yanagi and Yagyu, Marui and Kuwabara, and the rest...ah, Genichiro, I'll leave Aka to you. "

Sanada nodded solemnly: "I won't relax!"

Kirihara, who was still thinking about what to do in the case of doubles (why is it doubles again), just wanted to find the most gentle senior Liu to solve the problem, but when he looked up, he found that his right to belong had already been decided——

"What?! Deputy Minister?!"

"Do you have any comments?" Sanada looked at him coldly.

Kirihara smiled dryly and waved his hands: "No...no."

What? Doubles wasn't his strong suit, and now he met Vice Minister Sanada? !He looked left and right at the already formed combination in the team: "But in this way, the combination of you and Senior Nioh, Minister, is too strong!"

No, that's not the case, Chiya...

Nioh held back a sigh in frustration.

Although he had thought about whether to go to coach Sanchuan again to play field survival exercises (after all, the training of the losing group is really more interesting), but considering his picky eating problem, he thought it would be good to stay in the training camp.

But this time...

If the opponent is Yukimura, it looks like he can't win without revealing his hole cards.

But he doesn't want to show his cards here at all, does he?

It would really make him feel insecure to dump it all.

——So I still have to go and play with Coach Mifune?

Nioh who hid his expression made his decision almost instantly.

He glanced sideways at Yukimura: But if this is the case, will Yukimura be angry?He knew in advance that the losing team's training would be more interesting, but Yukimura's words...

Puff miles.

"Are you all set up?" After 10 minutes, Coach Saito, who registered the combination, showed a gentle smile, "Then let's start the singles match now. The loser will be eliminated."

!!!

Singles match?

What's the meaning……? !

"That's right, I want you to fight against your chosen partner."

"Time is of the essence, just seven balls."

"Fight against the rules of tie-break."

Coach Saito, who said so lightly, raised the list in his hand: "Then let's start."