Net King Returns to the First Generation

At four o'clock in the morning, Sanada opened his eyes in the twilight of the summer morning.

After washing up as usual, he took the bamboo sword and went to the dojo for kendo training.

Countless distracting thoughts brushed through his mind while sitting in meditation, and he threw them all away.It wasn't until the oncoming sunlight gradually warmed up that he ended his morning practice for the day.

The sunlight outside the window was rapidly fading from orange to red.

Sanada stood up and let out a long breath.

The dojo is not far from the main house. After returning home, Sanada put away the bamboo sword, ate a simple breakfast, changed into sports clothes and prepared for the morning training afterward—starting with a morning run.

He casually glanced at the alarm clock on the wall, it was five o'clock in the morning, exactly.

Beep beep beep beep.

The mobile phone on the table rang suddenly.Sanada withdrew his left foot, frowned and picked up the phone: Who would call so early?

"MOXIMOXI."

"I'm King Ni." A slightly vague voice with a strange accent came from the other end of the phone.

"...What's the matter?" Why did King Ren call him so early?Sanada was puzzled.

"It's not a problem. Just, do you want to do morning exercises together?" Nioh said so, but explained in a concealed way: "I asked Yukimura yesterday, and he said that you have the habit of morning exercises from five to seven every day. There is no training in the tennis club today... tsk."

As if he didn't know how to explain clearly, King Ren suddenly lowered his voice after a pause for a few seconds: "Puff, what the hell am I talking about?"

There is a smile unconsciously.

Sanada raised his hand reflexively, only to realize that he hadn't put on his hat yet.

He withdrew his hand resentfully, and rubbed against the end of his coat: "Okay."

"...Eh? You agree?"

"Half an hour later, at the west entrance of Simu Park next to Lihai University." Sanada said.

"Well, okay, I see." King Ni replied, and then hung up the phone.

Sanada put away the phone, with a subtle mixture of curiosity and helplessness on his tense face.He does not have the habit of bringing communication tools to morning exercises on weekdays, nor does he have the habit of doing morning exercises with another person.However, today... without much hesitation, he took the tennis bag and put the phone in the inner pocket.

Picking up the hat on the table and putting it on his head, he took a last look at the room, and after confirming that everything was correct, he stepped out of the house with firm steps.

Here Nioh sat on the edge of the bed, stared at the hung up mobile phone for a few seconds, sighed and rubbed his hair which was already messy due to sleep.

——What the hell am I doing, calling Sanada at five in the morning...

Although it was planned the day before, Yukimura and Yanagi even asked about Sanada's habits, but after actually doing it, it still feels incredible.Speaking of which, I almost pressed the wrong number when I pressed the phone number, it was Sanada's number after all.

Puff miles.

Did I ever contact Sanada when I was in junior high school in my previous life... I don't think so.

Resisting the urge to put it back on and sleep for another half an hour, the behavior of violating the biological clock made Nio a little bit unmotivated.

He thought about the distance between his home and school, and felt that he had enough time to face this date.

"Aha, why did you get up so early today." Nioh Masami opened the door of the room, and looked at her younger brother who was biting his hair tie and standing in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom braiding his hair in surprise.

"Did it wake you up?" Niwang asked.

"It's not waking up, it's just getting ready to sleep. On Sunday, Masaharu, our biological clocks are completely opposite." Nioh Masami tilted her head.

"Girls, don't stay up late, it's not good for your skin." Nioh rolled his eyes, "And the biological clocks are opposite, which one of our biological clocks do you think is more normal?"

"Mine is relatively normal. Where are the middle school students who get up at five every morning?" Masami Nioh complained.

Pfft, if you are so surprised at five o'clock, then people like Sanada who get up at four o'clock every day are some precious species.

Niwang complained in his heart.

He braided his hair and tied it at the end with a hair tie, stroked his already long hair with water, combed it back and forth a few times with a comb, and it turned into a slightly messy look on weekdays.He waved at Nioh Masami who had been watching him all the time: "I don't have time to argue with you, I'm going out for morning exercise."

"Go, go, come back early." Nioh Masami replied perfunctorily.

She looked at her younger brother's back in sportswear, his rapidly growing back and his body that looked much more reliable even if he was thinner, she couldn't help feeling: Masaharu has grown up, and he has become a lot more handsome.

It's just that the character is not cute at all!

"By the way, sister, lend me your bicycle." King Ren asked before leaving the door.

Nioh Masami, who was about to close the door and go to sleep, didn't turn her head back, but just waved her hand: "Use it, the car key is on the second shelf in the entrance, take it yourself."

Most of Nioh's morning exercises on weekdays are carried out around the seaside road not far from home.

It was his first time to visit Simu Park near the school, and it took him a few minutes to find the so-called Ximen intersection.Fortunately, I borrowed my sister's bicycle, and it was 05 minutes before 30:3 when I arrived.

He didn't care if he was late or not, but this date was to reconcile with Sanada, and Nioh didn't intend to challenge the old-fashioned guy's bottom line.

He locked the car, carried the tennis bag, adjusted the shoelaces and sleeves, and when he looked up, he saw a familiar black hat coming towards him at a constant speed.

"Yo~ good morning, Sanada." Nioh raised his hand in greeting.

"Good morning." Sanada stood still in front of him, paused, and walked past him: "This way."

"Piyo~" Nioh murmured inexplicably, and followed behind Sanada.

Morning exercise starts with jogging.

The two who have been teammates for a year spend countless hours doing various basic and technical training together.He doesn't admit it, but in such a situation of two people, the frequency of their morning jogging steps is naturally synchronized.

After jogging, there are stretching exercises, muscle training, and footwork training... This series of training can be regarded as the preparatory activity package shared by Li Hai.

The original daily morning training should end here.

Afterwards, Sanada would go to the nearby school, open the gate of the club office, and together with Liu, who arrived early, prepare the equipment and training sheets for the morning training, and then officially start the tennis training.

But today, there is no training in the tennis department.

Moreover, today, the person doing morning exercises together is Nioh.

...That guy has been silent, is he holding back some bad idea?

Sanada stood up, wondering when he happened to meet Nioh's fox eyes who always hide all emotions, but seem to be able to see the bottom at a glance.

"Do you want to play a game?"

Sanada frowned reflexively, he looked at the expression on Nioh's face, it was still the frivolous look that was not pleasing to the eye.

"Okay." Pressing the brim of his hat, Sanada bent down and picked up the tennis bag on the ground.

He grasped the straps of the tennis bag, straightened up, and met Nioh's suddenly approaching face.

"Hey, let's talk about it first, follow Li Haida's rules." The guy lowered his voice, with a clear smile and malice in his voice.

Sanada frowned even deeper.He didn't want to back away, so he just endured the discomfort caused by the close distance: "What do you mean?"

"Anyway, I can't convince you. You can't convince me either. I can't do things like being reasonable, and neither can you. It's not good to quarrel in front of Yukimura, right? A fight, according to the outcome It depends on the relationship. If you win, follow your opinion. If I win, you will stand on the side of Lianji and me. How good? Everything is settled. " Nio said.

"I have no objection." Sanada said, "It should have been done earlier."

Only the winner has the right to speak.

The two exchanged a glance tacitly.

After all, Sanada, who still couldn't get used to Nioh's frivolous eyes, looked away first: "Going to school? I have the key to the stadium."

"Then I'll trouble you, Vice Minister~" Niwang raised his mouth, "Don't forget to take off the weight. Boof."

Sanada turned around silently and took a step ahead.

It was silent all the way.

It wasn't until he walked into the empty Lihai University campus that Sanada took out the key and opened the door of the tennis court dedicated to Zhengxuan, then turned around and asked, "'According to Lihai University's rules', this kind of words, don't Do you dare to tell Yukimura? Nioh."

"Huh?" King Ni raised half of his brows, "People are always looking for soft persimmons. Which one do you think is easier to pinch, Yukimura or you?"

"Tch." Sanada was powerless to refute, turned around and unzipped his coat.

Even saying this kind of thing is justifiable, no wonder he couldn't give in to King Ni no matter what.

Sanada took off his wristband and gripped the racket tightly.

It has been eight months since the last official confrontation between the two.Leaving aside the various special exercises during the main selection internal training, Sanada is not too convinced that Nioh won the fourth main selection trial of National One.

After dragging on to the tiebreaker, they finally used fraudulent means to score two points first.

How does this convince him?

Standing in front of Nioh once again, Sanada became more and more aware of one thing: he never knew Nioh Masaharu.

How much of this guy who is known as the "fraudster" is true and how much is just a lie.

What would a fraudster who had completely unshackled look like?

In a two-person game, no referee calls out the score.

The score is only in the hearts of two people.

Running, swinging, jumping... The last ball hit the ground hard, accompanied by the panting sound of the two, and the soft sound of the sudden stop of the racket piercing the air.

"I won." Nioh walked to the net and held out his hand to Sanada.

"I would like to bet and admit defeat." Sanada said.He took Nioh's sweaty hand.

"Remember to apologize to the staff." King Ni shook back fiercely, the rough feeling on his hand was the cocoon from Sanada's years of sword practice: "If I say it, there is no need."

"Hey, how could I apologize to you." Sanada said.

"Don't talk too much, when will we hit again?" King Ren tilted his head.

"I won't accept this kind of proposal again." Sanada let go of his hand, he turned around, and before taking a step, he turned around and said, "What was that one just now?"

"That..." King Ni raised his head, squeezed his braids and winked at Sanada: "It's a secret~ the secret weapon of the fraudster. Remember to keep it a secret for me."

"With such strength, don't always hide behind." Sanada snorted coldly, "Otherwise we won't be able to quarrel."

"Well, let me stand at the front like you guys? It's tiring to think about it." Nioh put his hands behind his head.

Sanada was too lazy to look at his appearance, turned around and went to the side to tidy up the tennis bag.

"I will have a good talk with Lianji about Akaya." He finally said, "I still advocate victory first."

"You're really dead-headed. Is there any fundamental contradiction between Akaya's matter and the supremacy of victory?" Nioh said, "Sanada, athletes' bodies are much more fragile than imagined."

"Do you know Tezuka?"

Sanada stopped in his tracks, turned his head and frowned: "Do you know Tezuka?"

"A piece of information is attached, don't thank me too much, Vice Minister." Nioh smiled and walked to Sanada, put his hands on Sanada's shoulders, and leaned closer: "Tezuka Kunimitsu of Seigaku, because he was stronger than his senior in Kuniichi, The seniors thought it was a provocation to them to deliberately release water during the competition, and then..."

"Then what?" Sanada clenched his fists.

"Then, they injured that Tezuka Kunimitsu's arm with a racket." Nioh straightened up and hugged his arm, "Now, that Tezuka's arm can't exert more than 50.00% of its strength, right? The state of selflessness, The acme of thousands of years of tempering...all of them have been sealed."

"You see, the consequences of a small incident are often more serious than imagined." Nioh concluded in this way, "Haven't you been wondering why Tezuka didn't participate in the junior high school Jr training camp last summer? At that time, he should be in a state where he couldn't even lift his hands."

Sanada was completely shocked.He no longer wants to find out where King Ren got the information that even Liu didn't know, and he understands that in such matters, the king who is full of trains is often telling the truth.

So, he has been thinking about Tezuka for more than a year, and it is because of this reason that he...? !

With such strength, but unable to enter the main election, he was able to play against Bingdi as a substitute in the first grade. In the end, will he be injured because of his strength? !

Sanada put down the half-packed tennis bag: "What are you trying to prove by telling me this?"

"It's very easy to ruin a person's tennis career." Nioh suppressed his smile, "You don't want to see Chiya suffer like that, do you?"

"How can this be compared?! Chiya's problem is..."

"Yes, Chiya's problem is a family inheritance problem. But this kind of problem is much more difficult than trauma. We are just Chiya's seniors, and we cannot decide all the future for him." King Ni said.

"...Anyway, I have already promised you that if I lose, I will stand by your side." Sanada was silent for a while, and said so.

"Ala, I just want to try to persuade you." King Ni shrugged pretending to be annoyed, "Pfft, it really doesn't work. So I'm not suitable to stand at the front desk."

"You always have such an attitude that makes people feel unbelievable." Sanada felt that as long as he faced Nioh, he would learn to complain.

"Well, I wish I had achieved my goal." Nioh waved his hand, "I'm so hungry, I haven't eaten breakfast yet. I woke up a lot earlier today to catch up with your date, and I'm so sleepy... Bye, see you tomorrow .”

what, this guy...

Have you reached this level without eating breakfast...

How much strength does he hide?

Sanada watched Nioh's back as he walked away, lowered his head again and began to organize the tennis bag.

Tezuka...

Chi also...

Tsk!Sure enough, Nioh is the most troublesome guy!