Shūji Tanegashima in Prince of Tennis

Chapter 9 : Irie Kanata

boom.

boom.

boom.

The ghost keeps increasing his strength, but there is nothing he can do.

After some stalemate, the two sides are equal.

“Is this Dacheng’s you?”

A solemn color flashed in the ghost’s eyes.

In the past, Shūji, who did not have a great success, could also deuce the autumn scenery with him, but he was never as easy as he is now.

All the killers are classified as nothing, which Tanegashima Shūji told him personally.

At first I didn’t believe it, but after a fight, the ghost believed it.

But it is only limited to the junior high school world. No matter how exaggerated the talent is, it must follow the physical way of playing.

After all, there is no invincible defend.

Shūji’s extinguished nothingness, there should also be a limit point, as long as the power exceeds, it will lose its balance.

“Why do you use that trick?”

After thinking about it again and again, the ghost dispelled the idea.

That trick was a fatal one, and it could not be used unless adversity, and he couldn’t guarantee that Shūji’s death would not be able to take it.

The two have a good relationship, and he is even less likely to use it.

Use it, there will be two possibilities, the good is not to mention, the bad is that it will cause a gap between the two.

boom!

The ghost is more powerful, and the fight is gratifying.

On the opposite side, Shūji’s mouth curled up with a smile, and the fight back seemed relaxed and comfortable.

The great success that has disappeared, and some hole cards, make him more confident in the national competition.

The two-hour practice stopped.

Gurulu.

Tanegashima Shūji drank water, which was halfway through.

He threw the mineral water to the opponent.

The ghost took it and drank it.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled: “Shūji, how is that person?”

“No.”

A strange color flashed in Tanegashima Shūji’s eyes, “That person, I can’t deal with it verbally.”

After a pause, he hurriedly said: “However, tennis may be possible.”

“Then leave it to you.”

The ghost nodded, relieved to Shūji.

“Um.”

Shūji nodded.

The sunset also fell, the two left, Shūji went straight away, and the ghost went to let the team disband.

…….

Tanegashima Shūji was walking alone on the side of the street, and a figure appeared in his mind.

The figure is his classmate, but when Shūji remembers the identity of this man, a strange smile rises from the corner of his mouth.

With this person, there is a 50% confidence in the national competition.

Tanegashima Shūji returned home.

His house is an ordinary small yard, open the door, there is no one.

After a glance, he went up to the second floor.

Shūji turned on the computer, opened the chat software, looked at the target, and did not go online.

Crackling.

He typed quickly, sending what he wanted to convey.

After everything was done, he glanced at the other party’s portrait that was still gray, shut the chat software to the background, opened the latest week’s anime, and looked at it with gusto.

Tanegashima Shūji looked fascinated.

Ding!

The reply to the message came out, and he smiled: “Finally I got back…”

With that said, he timed out the video, clicked on the chat bar, and replied, “Xiujun, what’s wrong?”

“It’s an invitation to join the tennis club.”

Shūji typed and sent.

The other side was silent, and replied for a long time: “Xiu Jun, I have already said that I really can’t play tennis.”

“Just talk about it.”

Shūji almost wanted to laugh. This guy can’t play ball? He would believe it if he hadn’t read the original.

After vomiting in his heart, he snapped a tweet.

“It’s okay, I will teach you.”

Send it up.

After that, without giving the other person a chance to refuse, he even typed: “I’m going to download. See you at the street court near my house at 8 o’clock tonight.”

Shūji turned off the chat software, and the action was done in one go.

“This time, I see how you refuse.”

Shūji smiled.

……..

One bedroom

A young man with a baby face smiled as soft as a spring breeze when he saw the same table looking for him.

However, when I saw the three words I taught you, my smile faded and faded a bit.

Taught me?

He wanted to laugh a little.

Who teaches whom is not necessarily true.

“Just pass the time.”

…

The night is dark.

It’s seven forty-five.

Shūji greeted his parents and went out.

He looked down at the night and pulled the tennis bag on his back.

A little heavy.

Three racquets.

The minimum standard for tennis masters is three racquets and two spares.

Usually, Shūji is confident of his strength and usually only brings two racquets, but considering that the guy deliberately didn’t bring racquets, fortunately he brought one more.

Came to the street court.

Seeing no one, Shūji found a wall to play.

boom.

boom.

boom.

Shūji’s footsteps turned, his feet quickly staggered, and he landed in front of the tennis ball, and he waved his backhand.

Boom.

The backhand is not as strong as the forehand, but this ball has the essence of quickness and accuracy.

boom.

boom.

boom

Running left and right, if a Japanese professional comes to watch, you will notice that his breath has an inexplicable mood.

It seemed that the sense of existence disappeared at any time, but a dazzling light appeared in front of the ball.

The combination of contradictions made his strength unpredictable.

On the way to play, a small figure came and stopped by the tree.

It seems to be observing in secret.

“Um?”

Shūji was taken aback, and showed a weird smile.

rustle…

When he thought, he took a step back, and racquet pulled back, seeming to be ready to go. He took a closer look and quickly swung out.

The racket face and the tennis ball pulled out sparks.

boom!

Suddenly, the tennis ball wrapped in a cyclone, like a red flame cannonball hitting the wall and bounced back.

Whoosh.

Passing through Shūji, who bowed his head slightly and closed his eyes and smiled.

The observing figure was stunned, the other party’s actions were distinct and deliberate, and ripples appeared in his heart, “Student Xiu, actually noticed my breath?”

He has deliberately hidden.

But it seems that he underestimated Shūji’s strength.

Snapped.

He raised his hand to catch the ball, his stamina frowned, and combined with the information that the opponent defeated Tohno Atsukyo, he did underestimate Shūji’s strength.

“not good!”

His face suddenly changed, and when Shūji turned his head, his long delicate and lovely face showed fear.

“Xiu….. Xiu Jun.”

He smiled bitterly, “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Didn’t you catch it? Irie!”

Tanegashima Shūji laughed, seemingly meaningful.

Irie Kanata, is his deskmate. *