The Strongest Strategist in Prince of Tennis

Chapter 220 singles one match!

Two wins and two losses, the match came to the final game.

s1’s match.

“Unexpectedly, Shitenhouji could actually push Rikkai to this point.” People on the sidelines sighed. From the beginning of the national competition to the present, Rikkai has gone all the way, and it has been extremely smooth. This time, it is obviously an encounter. Arrived at the opponent.

“Sorry!”

Nioh and Liusheng returned to the court, saw Renji who was preparing, and spoke apologetically.

Renji shook his head, his squinted eyes were already open, and the brown pupils contained firmness and calmness, “It’s okay, anyway, we won’t lose!”

“Next, I will leave it to you!”

At the same time, Yukimura who was above the stands also spoke, looking straight at Renji.

“Um!

Speaking of racquet, Renji turned around and walked towards the court. After two steps, he stopped and said, “There is no dead end in Rikkai’s third consecutive tyrant!”

After Renji stepped onto the court, referee’s voice also came out.

“Now the singles match will be played by Kintarou Tooyama vs. Yanagi Renji, and it will end in one match.”

It really was him!

After hearing referee’s voice, Renji was not surprised and looked to the other side.

“Finally it’s my turn!”

A voice suddenly came from a distance, and the figure of Kintaro also appeared. With the red hair and the smile on the other’s face, people couldn’t help but look over.

“This guy…々1.””

Yukimura, Sanada, or Atobe in the stands all had their eyelids twitched. For some reason, they felt an invisible pressure on this guy.

“This kid”

At the same time, not far from the court, in a small corner of the stand, a man in a monk’s robe looked at the red-haired boy on the court.

“He is the latest disciple you recognize?”

There was such a voice from the side. A middle-aged man had a wine gourd pinned to his waist and took two sips from time to time.

“If it’s a disciple, it should be half of it!”

The man in the monk’s robe did not deny it, but admitted it generously. These words also made the middle-aged man on the side show unbelievable eyes.

“Unexpectedly, the famous samurai Nanjiro would accept apprentices!’

The voice of speaking was somewhat mocking, but more of anticipation.

“Don’t laugh at me!” Nanjiro’s face was also a little helpless, and he looked at the person on the opposite side. This guy, others don’t know if he doesn’t know.

As the Head Coach of the island country u-17 over the years, and a well-known coach in the courts of the world, Mifune entered the road. I am afraid that this name will be remembered by coaches from all over the world.

“However, he is very similar to you back then!” Mifune didn’t continue to tease after entering the way, but instead spoke seriously, and kept his eyes on Kintaro who was on the court.

He didn’t say anything about this. Compared with Nanjiro’s son, the guy named Echizen Ryoma, the boy named Kintarou Tooyama in front of him has a personality that looks more like Nanjiro back then.

“Haha, yeah, why didn’t I feel it!” Nanjiro laughed. Although his mouth said so, the smile in his eyes seemed to reveal something.

“Except for lust, everything else is like!”

Coach Mifune suddenly made up the knife, making Nanjiro on the side unable to take the conversation.

After a long time, Nanjiro asked, “However, I can’t think of what wind will blow you. A small middle school student matches, it seems that there is no need to pay such attention?”

“…1 little junior high school student match”

Coach Mifune’s sudden mocking tone made Nanjiro on the side surprised for a second, and then he woke up.

Yes!

For him, the match of middle school students is indeed not on the stage, but for the man in front of him, are these young people the hope for the future?

“It seems that you should understand, and there are more talents in this class than I thought. I just wanted to see your new disciples. It seems that surprises are not rare!”

Coach Mifune’s eyes radiated an unprecedented light. This year’s U-17 World Cup, it seems that a group of middle school students will be collected to participate in the (Wang Qian Zhao) match. He who was still a little worried, seems to see hope at this moment. At the same time, something called ambition spread in his heart.

“Change may also be an opportunity, isn’t it?”

Coach Mifune, who suddenly thought of something, suddenly looked at Nanjiro who was aside and asked, “However, you didn’t pass that trick to him, did you?”

“That kid Kintaro will understand it sooner or later, I just made it a little earlier!” Nanjiro smiled helplessly, looked at Kintaro on the court again, and spoke for a long time.

“This guy now, among middle school students, I’m afraid no one can beat him!”.