Net King Returns to the First Generation

"Tsk tsk tsk, King Ni, how old is this?" Mao Li yawned, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and couldn't help laughing, "I can't bear to see Hojo-kun's bewildered expression."

"Senior is also an accomplice, right?" King Ni raised his head and shrugged his shoulders: "I can't help it, why would one or two of them think that I am a short board or a weakness."

To be exploited by this so-called "weakness" because you want to attack a weak point is itself a sign of insufficient strength.

Such an obvious loophole, once the fraudster catches it, there is no possibility of letting it go.

However, this game did go smoothly beyond expectations.

Niwang originally thought that if the opponent was patient, his deceit would have to be more thoughtful.

I didn't expect to overestimate Ninjazu.

That's right, after all, the Renzu in his impression is the Ice Emperor's thousand-fold stunt genius who completely concealed his thoughts and emotions after the third year of junior high school, and the one who controlled the situation without leaving traces after high school Ninja Yoshi.

Besides, he and Shinozu are really too familiar.

In the national youth team, they mixed together a lot, and even played doubles.

For Nioh, those who have formed doubles means those who can coordinate without barriers.

You can even cosplay without any difference.

So King Ni suddenly had a real feeling: it turns out that doing it all over again can bring him so many conveniences.

And his perception of tennis should change faster.

and many more……

His tennis, so far, has made such slow progress, is it really just because of his lack of physical fitness?

The limit of his ability, so easy, can he touch it?

King Ni was suddenly hit by a flash of enlightenment that flashed through his mind.

His hand holding the water glass froze for a moment, and the taste of light salt water spread on the tip of his tongue, making him feel mixed.

Is it because he has been moving forward under the leadership of Yukimura, so he has ignored the technology he has accumulated 20 years longer than Yukimura?Is it because he would lose to Sanada every time in his previous life, so in the main draw, he had already tacitly accepted that he would not win, so it was so easy to accept the fact that he lost to Sanada?When he clearly defeated Maori-senpai, he also took it for granted.

Is there a limit to my skills?

Is that all I can measure?Even facing Yukimura and Sanada, who are actually 20 years younger than me, can I accept the position under them with peace of mind?

Nioh Masaharu, where is your pride?

Those skills, the level of mental strength, the ability to read the game, it's all real.And this world is real.

If an ordinary person, after experiencing such a fantasy thing, may be addicted to illusion and unable to accept reality; or may fall into madness and cannot extricate himself in his own world.

However, Nioh thought, but I am a fraudster.

But this time, have you even lied to yourself?

Even if the anxiety and loneliness that traveled through time and space have not subsided, but have I, Nioh Masaharu, reached the point where I can't even accept the truth?

Niwang suddenly felt cold all over.

These perceptions of reality and the real sense of changing perspectives, when meeting former partners, former teammates, and even ex-wife, they didn't feel much. aware.

King Ren laughed at himself: That's how it is.

Over the past four months, the reason for the steady but slow improvement in strength; the delicate mood when losing to Sanada in the last trial; and, obviously can do more, but subconsciously avoids changing what has already been done. The mood of the timeline...

"Good job." Yukimura's voice interrupted his thoughts.

Nioh put down the water glass and took the towel, and looked at Kamiyukimura thoughtfully: "What? You don't look very happy."

"Why would you be unhappy if you won the game?" Nioh shook his head and wiped his sweat with a towel.

The moment the towel passed over his face, he adjusted his expression.

——Even in the stage of emotional complexity, the instinct of the fraudster made him put the mask at the top.

It's just that the perfect mask of a fraudster created by 20 years of time seems to be unable to fool Yukimura.

"Is it really okay?" Yukimura asked pretending to be distressed, but there was a certain certainty in his eyes: "It's a headache, obviously something should have happened."

"Do you have a sixth sense? Yukimura, you are always good at this." Liu heard the conversation in the auditorium behind, and took out his notebook reflexively: "It seems that something interesting happened."

Sure enough, it's the Yukimura who "appears wherever interesting things happen"...

Nioh's mouth twitched slightly.

He spread his hands like a rascal, like a dead fish: "Pfft, nothing happened."

"Ah, ah, Masaharu, you just aren't frank." Yukimura's voice became gentle in vain when he suddenly burst into excitement, and Nioh's hair was terrified when he shouted "Masaharu".

However, to his surprise, after such a gentle tone, Yukimura's whole expression became sacred: "But since Masaharu doesn't want to say it, I'll satisfy you. Anyway, my instinct tells me that it's a good thing. "

He blinked and smiled.

Niwang was taken aback, and couldn't help but bury his face in the towel.

"What, what kind of superpower is your intuition——" The often frivolous voice became muffled under the towel, and became a little childish.While Nioh felt that he was already in his 30s and didn't realize how annoying it was to act like a baby, at the same time he felt that he was indeed Yukimura.

Whether it's three years, five years, ten years, or decades, that man is still their "minister".

Then suddenly there was more weight on the head.

King Ni let go, and moved the towel down, revealing those fox eyes that were much rounder than those of adults, and it was Aso rubbing his hair expressionlessly.

And Morita, who was holding on to the armrest, smiled and held his chin: "It's really rare to see Nioh, you are so cute, people can't help but want to rub it. Kanichiro has endured it for a long time, right?"

"Yeah." Aso nodded, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "It's as soft as I imagined."

wait wait wait--

What does this mean...? !

Maori laughed beside him, lying on his back on a chair in the rest area, with a towel around his neck: "I just said that King Ni is very cute~ The white hair is easy to touch."

"Shou Saburo feels deeply." Morita waved his hand, "It seems that you really love him deeply."

"Yeah, I made it so obvious. Xiao Niwang is my first doubles partner." Maori put his hands under his head, "Xiao Renwang, are you moved?"

"...Why are you teasing me today?" King Ni was helpless, "Pfft, you too, senior, is it your turn to compete?"

He shrank his neck, avoiding Aso's hand still on his head.

Unknowingly, the inner struggle and soreness in the few minutes when he left the field faded away in such gags.

So, I like Lihaida the most.

In this life, plus the previous life, the most fortunate thing is that I met such a group of people in this beautiful school during the most beautiful years of my youth.

King Ren casually grabbed the shattered hair, and clasped his hands and fingers in front of him.

On Bingdi's side, the atmosphere was completely different from Li Haida's.

The dignified and silent air spread from the audience seats to the main selection seats. Hojo, who had just left the stage, had a perplexity in his brows and eyes, while Shinozuzu had a cold face, showing no joy or anger.

Atobu looked at the two of them, put his hands on his chest, and said, "Ah, it's completely controlled by the other party."

"Yeah, I fell into the trap before I knew it." Ren Zu's voice was very soft, with some self-mockery: "I knew before the game that there was a reason why Li Haida always put him in the doubles position. Still underestimated the enemy."

"It looks like you've figured it out." Coach Sakaki turned around and said coldly, "What about you, Hojo? Haven't figured it out yet?"

"I'm sorry, coach, I..." Hojo frowned deeply.

"Winning or losing is the only thing that doesn't need a reason or an explanation. So you don't need to find a reason for your failure, you just need to reflect on it." Coach Sakaki nodded at the two, pointing forward with two fingers together One finger: "There is nothing I want to understand. Go back and watch the video, ten times, a hundred times, and you can always figure it out."

"I never thought that Bingdi would lose to Li Haida. Then, you need to find out the reason why the score is so tragic."

"Next is singles three, Akutagawa, let's go."

His hand drew a crisp straight line in the air, and his low and cold tone dissipated in the air.

Hojo couldn't help clenching his fists, and the towel covered his face, hiding more of his expression.

And Shinobu hooked the corner of his mouth.

He turned his head and glanced at Nioh who was talking to Maori in the rest area of ​​Lihai University, and an indescribable fighting spirit ignited from his heart, a long-lost enthusiasm.

Oh yeah, that guy is really...

As cunning as a fox.

But in terms of layout, how could he lose if he endured it?

next time……

And Ciro played in such a gloomy atmosphere.

He first looked around in puzzlement, and jumped twice amidst the worried expressions of Bingdi's cheerleaders.

He held the bat with both hands, and showed a tender smile to Aso: "Wow~ I heard that you were the former vice-captain of Lihai University? Then you must be very good~ I'm looking forward to it!"

"Really?" Aso's expression remained unchanged, but he muttered in a low voice: "Ice Empress actually has this type of child? How cute..."

As for Morikawa in the auditorium, his expression of interest deepened: "Ice Emperor actually has this type of child? It's unbelievable."

"Just the type that Kinichiro likes."

"Yeah, yeah." Aiba nodded aside, and also smiled, "It looks like Kanichiro will be extra excited today."

"Bullying limp children is Kinichiro's greatest hobby."

"So soft?" King Ni looked at Cirou who was eager to try in the arena, his curly hair and big eyes made him look extra soft and cute.

only--

Using this adjective to describe that Akutagawa Jiro is too much.