Shūji Tanegashima in Prince of Tennis

Chapter 11 : Bring to the tennis club

(Okayama Prefecture, Okayama Oku, this is the name of the ghost school, Okayama missed Oku and will change it)

“Irie is really interesting…”

Shūji put his hands behind his head and saw a beverage vending machine. He was thirsty and took out coins.

Shortly after.

Shūji paced back, drinking Coke and pulling cans.

It’s quiet late at night, and it’s nice to go back later.

Shūji came to the bench, sat down carelessly, and immediately felt comfortable.

He drank his drink comfortably, stared deeply at the night, and the corners of his mouth were raised.

“This world is still very good.”

He stood up lazily and stretched lazily.

Shake and pull the can, it’s gone.

“Throw it high.”

Tanegashima Shūji threw the cola can into the trash can behind him.

Snapped.

Accurate entry into the hole.

very!

Shūji gave himself a perfect score and went back.

…….

“I am back.”

Shūji returned home, greeted his parents on the sofa, and prepared to go upstairs.

“My boy, I’m making soup, and I will come down to drink in half an hour.”

“Good.”

Shūji responded with a smile and walked into the room.

After arriving in the room, he lay down and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

“National Competition…”

He, ghost, Irie, Date boy, and Banli are also important combat powers.

As long as the Mutsu brothers do not have the conditions to enter the homology, the Date boy and Banli will win each other.

Don’t worry about the ghost, the other party is not inferior to Byodoin.

The rest is Irie…

In case this guy paddles, it won’t work.

But it should not.

Shūji understands the character of the other party, and then speculates based on some things in the original book.

The opponent should play in an unimportant match, that is, a match with performance opportunities. A formal match is probably not.

Irie is also an unpredictable person, just like him, no, it’s even more outrageous.

He hasn’t joined the tennis club for three years and claimed that he can’t play tennis.

……

Shūji turns on the computer, opens the chat software, and taps the friend option.

Irie’s head is lit.

He is online.

Shūji started chatting with each other, and finally talked about tennis and the current situation of the national competition.

For example, if they want to win Makinofuji, strength and luck are equally divided.

“That’s it… Irie, this is also the last year of the ghost. I want to win a championship together and foul out with peace of mind.”

After typing, Shūji clicks send.

This sentence is deliberate, which is the so-called emotional card.

Irie Kanata looked at this sentence on the computer, her complexion a little bit complicated.

He has no plans to lose in the national competition, but he will not do his best.

“Xiujun, I will come on.”

Irie typed, added a gentle smiley emoticon after this sentence, and sent it up.

At this moment, he seemed to have made a decision.

“Well, thank you.”

Shūji typed and sent, and finally smiled.

He felt that the other party had already made a decision, and the rest… was luck.

For example, Irie meets Byodoin, and the Mutsu brothers master the same tone.

As long as it happens, Okayama Oku may lose.

But as long as it doesn’t happen…the champion is theirs!

It must be that kind!

…….

The next day, Friday.

Because of getting up early, Shūji turned on the computer to play the game before it was time to go to school for morning practice.

He usually likes to play shooting games.

As mentioned in the original formula book, his dynamic strength is cultivated by playing shooting games.

Snapped.

As soon as he entered the personal mode of the game, Shūji started to kill.

Excellent dynamic strength and neural response, coupled with a comfortable screen with a high refresh rate of 240HZ, Shūji almost lost more than ten kills.

boom.

“Huh…Huh?”

Shūji found that he had been headshot head-on, which was fine once, but the opponent had already beaten him three times.

There is a saying that there are no more than three things.

Phoenix?

“Then sorry, I’m serious.”

Tanegashima Shūji glanced at the opponent’s ID and shrugged. He has been playing this game for a long time, and he really doesn’t persuade anyone to match his talent.

boom.

boom.

boom.

Tanegashima Shūji in a serious state, the second person is faster.

That phoenix, in front of him, loses more and loses less, he smiled: “You are a master, but it’s a pity that you met me…”

Outstanding talent, half-year game, Tanegashima Shūji is unmatched.

“opened?”

“Is this guy hanging up?”

“Damn, the professional brother is not as good as him.”

…….

The voice kept ringing.

Shocked and cursed.

And in one room.

“Where is this guy sacred.”

Byodoin saw that he was stunned by the opponent again, his eyelids twitched.

He didn’t play this game for a long time, but he was confident that he would not lose to anyone, but he didn’t expect that someone would be above him.

The game is over.

He quickly clicked on the other party’s message, only to find that this guy had checked out.

Ran?

Byodoin was dumbfounded.

But he remembered the other party’s ID.

Boiling sheep sheep.

……..

Shūji glanced at the time, and it was time to go out.

“I’m out, mother.”

“Be careful.”

“Um.”

Shūji went out and saw Irie, no accident.

The two go to school together occasionally.

Also good.

Shūji hurriedly walked over and said with a faint smile: “Irie, I will take you to the tennis club.”

“Ha… alright.”

Irie was a little unnatural.

“Are you shy?”

Shūji touched Irie’s head and joked.

The implication is nervousness.

Irie also understood, and said dissatisfied: “That’s right, but your statement is not quite right.”

“Sorry, sorry, it’s okay, I’m the deputy minister, who dares to bully you and I will help you.”

“Classmate Xiu, don’t you even counsel the Minister?”

Irie said with a surprised look.

“Don’t persuade you.”

Shūji’s complexion changed, and his voice lowered.

A strange color flashed in Irie’s eyes.

Classmate Xiu is solemn towards ghosts.

Oni, Oni Jujiro.

I’ve seen it before. It’s very strong… even if it is deliberately hidden, it makes people feel jealous.

In contrast, Shūji’s breath is weird, floating, sometimes not, sometimes not so strong.

It seems to be at a boundary between nothingness and reality.

But Irie has seen the opponent shot at the Kansai Competition, and he has a national average level.

But I didn’t expect that even Tohno Atsukyo could beat in the final.

For the past three years, Irie has been a bystander, Makinofuji’s people, except for Byodoin, he knows everything.

“Shūji, what you hide is really deep…”*