Net King: Edogawa Sakuraichi

Chapter 420

"Maybe there is something wrong, he has never been late." Having said that, Dashi still turned his head to look at the entrance, and glanced at Yamato by the way, feeling a little worried in his heart.

"Really?" Kikumaru frowned, and suddenly, squinting his eyes, he patted Oishi on the shoulder, and said jokingly: "Yesterday Akutsu took Sakura away, did Fuji go to settle accounts with him? "

Hearing their words, Tezuka's eyelids closed slightly, and the twilight-like white light gradually covered the lenses.

Yamato stood at the entrance of the stadium, his light eyes were like a flat slanted line, a little evil, a little deep, I don't know what he was thinking.

"Is there something important going on with Fuji?" Kawamura turned his head to look at Yamato, and asked in a low voice, "Should I ask him for leave first?"

"This." Dashi frowned, stretched out his hand and gently stroked his chin, as if he was thinking about the possibility of this event.

Suddenly, Kikumaru's eyes lit up, he raised a hand and waved to the outside of the court: "Fuer, hurry up, training has started."

The four of Kawamura turned their heads and looked over. Yamato didn't turn his head, but just moved his pupils to the left.Outside the stadium, Fuji strolled towards this side, heard Kikumaru's shout, raised his head and smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth, he looked the same as before, the anger and storm in the morning were hidden under that calm smile, It makes people look like a cloudless sky.

"Sorry, there's something urgent at home."

Fuji walked into the court with a smile, a white light flashed on the dry lens, the corner of his mouth curled up in a strange arc, and his hand holding a pen began to walk around the notebook, maybe he would get unexpected data today.

"No two, you came too late today." Kikumaru stood up, resting his hands on the back of his head, shaking the racket behind him, "You're already 15 minutes late."

"Eiji, don't talk nonsense." Noticing Fuji's inconspicuous pale face and hoarse voice when he spoke just now, Oishi said Kikumaru, and then looked at Fuji, "Fuji, are you sick? Your face doesn't look well, and your voice."

"Don't worry, it's just that I didn't sleep well yesterday." Putting the tennis bag on the ground, Fuji unzipped it and took out the racket, then turned to look at Kawamura, "Hey, Takashi, play a game with me .”

Seeing Fuji who walked into No. 1 venue, Yamato narrowed his eyes, and the flash of insight was fleeting in his eyes.

"Uh??? But." Kawamura was about to shirk, but the next second he received the racket thrown by Fuji, his personality changed instantly, he pointed at Fuji with the racket, and said arrogantly: "Bur~ning, Fuji, you Do you want to challenge? Come here, I am not afraid of you, let you taste my strengthened strength, Gre~at!!!”

"Well, I can't wish for it." Fuji turned and walked towards the bottom line, opened his eyes, the gentleness disappeared from his body, and what he showed was a heroic spirit that was different from the past, as sharp as a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

With a movement of five fingers, the tennis ball spun and fell rapidly, and the black shadow on the ground gradually grew larger.

—The vanishing serve!

"Come, on, Come, on, no two, just let the horse come over and see how I can beat you."

"What's going on?" Looking at Fuji's ball, Kikumaru tilted his head in doubt: "Why did Fuji use a unique move as soon as he came up? Isn't it a warm-up?"

Bu Er is venting? ! ! !

Dashi frowned, this is not a good sign.

Tezuka narrowed his eyes slightly, Fuji, it was too careless.You know, tennis is not a sport for venting, it must be stopped.

"Fuji," before Tezuka could speak, Yamato's deep voice sounded, "Stop."

bang——

wow——

The two of them paused, and the tennis ball fell behind Bu Er and then bounced onto the isolation net.

Yamato's voice froze Fuji. He didn't turn his head, but his eyelids closed slowly, and his long and curly eyelashes fluttered, casting a circle of dark silhouettes.

Yamato sighed softly, "Go and rest, you don't have to participate in the morning training."

The corner of Bu Er's mouth raised slightly, "No, I don't want to be the first one in the first grade to skip training." After finishing speaking, he turned around and picked up the tennis ball, and continued to swing.

(End of this chapter)