Net King Returns to the First Generation

Kinichiro Aso is a seemingly reliable third-year countryman with a calm face, but he has a hidden attribute: fluff control.

I like furry creatures and cute decorations. When I was a child, the most anticipated gift was a furry winter hat, which is the kind of woolen hat with a pompon on the top of the head. There are threads hanging down from the temples, and there are smaller velvet hanging on it. ball.

However, he had a straight face since he was a child, and he was well-developed-this means it is self-evident.

"It looks very masculine." Relatives said so, so that kind of soft and cute clothing decorations disappeared from the gift list for him.

The mainstream aesthetics of classmates and friends are all biased towards the taste of mature masculinity.Aso is not a maverick, and he doesn't want to be isolated and laughed at, so he has no choice but to secretly bury his preferences in his heart.

After getting along for a long time, some clues appeared in front of the partners in the tennis club.

"Didn't you give Maori a handmade doll for his birthday last month?" Morikawa leaned on the armrest and turned to Nioh who was sitting on the chair, "Did you notice the look in Jinichiro's eyes?"

"Eyes?" King Ren raised his head and thought for a while, "No...what?"

"That must be because your angle is wrong." Morikawa said with a smile, "Kinichiro actually likes that kind of thing very much."

"I'm doing it." Nioh rebraided his hair and smoothed his hair with his hands: "Everyone has it. This way, you don't need to rack your brains to think about birthday gifts, which is very convenient."

"Really? It's worth looking forward to." Aiba turned his head and sighed after hearing the words, "I can't tell from the outside, Nioh, you like needlework."

"I just like it." King Ni waved his hand casually and put on his coat.

Nioh is a very casual person, and he has never been too lazy to disguise himself as a perfect person.

There is nothing shameful in liking needlework anyway.

They are chatting here, and the game in the arena is coming to an end.

What Morikawa said was half exaggerated and half true, at least that's how it appeared on the field.

Compared with the training, or the previous county competitions, the Kanto competition, it can be clearly seen that Aso is more excited.

"Wow~! You are super amazing!" The curly-haired boy on the other side of the net smiled and jumped up and down, under the soft light effect of the warm sunlight after the rain, he just poked him straight. cardiopulmonary.

Aso felt that his whole body was full of strength.

The result is--

"6-0, Gamewonby Tachikai, Aso Kinichiro."

Another allkill, the game time does not exceed 10 minutes.

Aso's skills are not top-notch, but he wins with a solid foundation and a steady style of play. Among Lihai University's first picks, he is the most suitable and best at playing protracted games.

It has been a long time for him to see such a game that is about to end.

And the young man who aroused his fighting spirit and excitement, even if he lost so badly, he kept his bright smile without any reaction: "Wow, I actually lost! But I played very happily today!"

"Well, thank you for your advice." There was no change on Aso's face, and his movements were impeccable and normative etiquette.

The handshake between him and Cirou was a touch away, then he nodded politely and turned back to the rest area.

Ci Lang was stunned for a while, and muttered: "Hey, he has a rather cold personality."

The frustration caused by losing the game only lingered on him for a few seconds, and when he returned to the rest area, he was innocent and romantic again.

Yue Ren held his forehead helplessly: "Ci Lang...you don't even feel it?"

"How does it feel?" Cilang tilted his head, smiling unabated, "It's very sad to lose, but this game was super~ super fun! That guy is super amazing!"

Atobe in front couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, turned around and nodded at Jiro: "You."

The people in the game are not very depressed, but the ice emperor's cheerleaders have quieted down.

All three games were lost by a large score, which shows that this final has undoubtedly been lost.

Even before the game, they felt that the possibility of winning against Li Haida was very small, but losing like this was still unacceptable to them.

Atobe is in a good mood.

He hates losing and doesn't admit that he is inferior to others.

But he is not a man with unwarranted self-importance.

It is not difficult to admit that Bingdi is not as big as Lihai.

——These guys really need to redouble their training after they go back.

Atobe's eyes glanced at the conspicuous black wristbands that everyone in Lihai didn't take off.

Then, he turned his head and glanced at the cheerleaders who were either sinking their heads down in frustration, or discussing something in twos and threes, and pursed their lips.

——These guys also need to strengthen their training!

The singles two match has already begun.

Kuriki's opponent is Morikawa.

Atobe stood up and unzipped his jacket.

Because he expected that the game would end soon.

Yoshizawa Morikawa, the former head of Rikkai University.

Atobe suddenly remembered the game with Aigaku a week ago.

Judging from the strength evaluation on the field, the minister of Lihai University is much stronger than the strange minister of Qingxue who wears sunglasses and a headband.

Wearing a weight, the strength shown is basically the same.

However, this is also normal, after all, Lihai is big.

After losing to Yukimura in the main selection, he handed over the position of minister directly, but did not choose to leave the tennis club, but continued to stay in the tennis club as a third-year and former minister, controlling the dissatisfaction of the third-year-old in the tennis club And speeches made Li Haida's change of dynasty smooth and natural.

——It is an admirable capacity.

From Atobe’s point of view, whether it is Aso or Aiba, the biggest reason why they can stay in the tennis club, continue to struggle as the main selection, and have a good relationship with the new main selection first-years is that Morikawa did so.

Of course, Atobe also thought about it, if the former batch of Ice Empress, except for Hojo-senpai, did not all leave the team, then the current Ice Emperor's road will be much easier.

The strength and potential of the first-year are of course sufficient, but the experience and physical fitness of the third-year is better than that of the first-year, and the role played in such a league will be much stronger than that of the first-year.

But Atobe was never one to regret.

He also didn't think there was anything wrong with provoking his seniors.

It is the law of the world that the winner is king, isn't it?Those people just left and gave up because of the loss, it just shows that they don't like tennis that much, and they don't have enough capacity.

In my uncle's team, there is no need for such weaklings.

Letting out a breath, Atobe squinted his eyes, and picked up the racket in the tennis bag beside him.

On the court, there was another 6-0 allkill, and Morikawa won.

He nodded to Li Mu who walked off the court, and walked onto the court with his usual arrogant smile.

Then, on the sidelines, he snapped his fingers.

When he picked up the racket and took a step, he unconsciously turned his attention to his cheerleaders because of the months of training and power. When he saw him raise his hand, he heard the almost inaudible snap of his fingers. At that time, he held his breath reflexively.

So the scene became quiet—at least in the Ice Emperor's half, it was completely quiet.

Atobe pulled down the open coat with his backhand, and threw it hard towards the rest area.

His snapped hand was straightened upwards with the index finger pointing to the sky.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

"Ice Empress! Ice Empress! Ice Empress! Ice Empress!..."

As if they had received some signal, the cheerleaders suddenly shouted.It was just one or two chants at first, and soon, all the cheerleaders shouted at the top of their voices.

Yukimura was holding the racket, and was still standing by the coach's chair in the court, watching such a scene, raised his eyebrows.

Atobe waved his outstretched hand.

The cheerleaders who called Byodi all stared at him, and when they saw this movement, they let go of their voices and shouted.

"Atobe! Atobe! Atobe! Atobe!..."

Standing at the junction of the two halves, Liujiao and the minister of Yamabuki walked a few steps towards Li Haida at the same time.

Together with the cheerleaders in the Lihai Grand Auditorium, they looked at the Bingdi cheerleaders like madmen with incredible eyes.

"Is this... too exaggerated?" The minister of Liujiao covered his mouth with his hands to hide his surprise.

And Minister Yamabuki stretched out his hand heavily and pinched the arm of Minister Liujiao who was standing next to him.

"! What are you doing?" The head of Liujiao trembled in pain.

"Oh, it's nothing." The head of Yamabuki looked at the dazzling freshman with blond hair expressionlessly, "I just wanted to see if I fell asleep and dreamed."

"..." The minister of Liujiao gave him a big white eye.

Nioh cheered up the moment Atobe stepped onto the court.

He still remembered Atobe's iconic support, so he didn't feel anything at this time.

After all, the scale of Atobe's support is getting larger and more aura every year.

——The current Ice Emperor cheerleaders haven't fully trained yet.Seeing that when he started shouting just now, his voice was still hesitating.

Morikawa, who had just left the field, turned his head while wiping his sweat. He sighed: "It's really a big deal."

"It's pretty grand, when will we get a support like this?" Aiba said.

"Forget it." Aso complained, "You want Yukimura to do this? Seriously?"

After saying these words, the main candidates next to him couldn't help but imagine this scene: On the tennis court, Yukimura, who was smiling and full of lilies, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and then...

They shuddered in unison.

The picture is too beautiful to watch.

"It's so slack!" Unknowingly, Sanada followed the train of thought and imagined, recalling the dark history of his own childhood at a critical moment.He pressed down hard on the brim of his hat to cover up the speechlessness in his expression.

Yukimura, who was still on the coach's bench, obviously heard these words.

He glanced towards the rest area and smiled.

The gentleness of the smile.

The ice emperor's cheering sound continued for a long time.

Atobe in the venue seemed to be finally satisfied.He was completely unaware of Li Haida's turmoil during this period, but stretched out his hand again and snapped his fingers.

Snapped.

The audience was suddenly quiet again.

"The winner is me."

It still has the unique immature tone of a teenager, but the weight of this sentence, which is not loud, hits the tennis court.

The venue was quiet, but these words spread to the audience.The several schools watching the battle vaguely heard it, and then gasped.

This! !

Too arrogant! !

And Yukimura, who also heard this sentence, the curvature of the corner of his mouth remained undiminished.

He walked into the venue with his coat on, and the windless venue made his coat stick firmly to his shoulders.

Amidst the renewed screams from the Ice Emperor's cheerleaders, he stood in front of the net where the possession of the ball was about to be decided, and spoke to Atobe: "My favorite thing and what I'm good at doing is to turn people around." expectations were shattered."

"Atobe-kun of the Ice Emperor, are you mentally prepared?"