The Great Demon King of Internet

Chapter 6, the experience of Qingxue, a "famous tennis school"
  From Belgium to Neon, it only takes about 9 hours by the fastest plane.

Mifune Iridou and Setsuna both have iron-clad physical qualities, and the bumps in the air are treated like massages.

After a good sleep, I woke up feeling full of vigor and vitality.

It's much worse to accompany the elderly. As soon as you get off the plane, you go home to recuperate.

Mifune was an impatient man, and when Setsuna pointed out the situation of Tezuka and Fuji, he couldn't sit still. I immediately decided to go to Qingxue for an on-site inspection.

Tezuka was a talent that he valued very much. He was actually able to teach himself without a teacher. He understood the skills in the spinning field just by studying Nanjiro's videos. This talent was simply unique.

Therefore, the first stop after getting off the plane, Mifune took Setsuna straight to Youth Academy.

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At Qingxue, junior high school student Tezuka Kunimitsu is having a 1V1 singles match with senior junior Takeshi Takeshi.

Due to Qingxue's unsatisfactory results in the regional competition, he finished second. Tezuka, who had been responsible for picking up balls at Qingxue, was very worried. He approached Minister Yamato and suggested that he promote reforms and select outstanding students from the first grade of junior high school to join the main team.

Yamato hesitated and only said that he would find time to discuss the matter with Coach Ryuzaki.

But he knew in his heart that Sumire Ryuzaki had a stubborn temperament. As Nanjiro's first tennis teacher, she was quite prestigious and had the say in the Seigaku Tennis Club.

It's basically impossible to convince her.

With Sumire Ryuzaki's inflexible mind, she always believed that the physical development of first-year students was insufficient and they should spend this year laying a solid foundation.

No matter how powerful you are, if you have no qualifications, you are nothing.

Therefore, she only pays attention to students in the second grade of junior high school and above, and even the second-year junior high school players can only be relegated to the position of substitute.

Tezuka's appeal fell to nothing.

But the fact that Tezuka was talking to Yamato was known by other junior high school seniors.

Suddenly, several main candidates headed by Takei Kenshi became angry.

These little bastards who don't know the heights of heaven and earth, want to covet the position that I have chosen?

You bastards, all you have to do is pick up the ball on the court like your grandson. When I am short of money, just show me your filial piety!
  So, after completing the training one day, Takei Kenshi led his people to block Tezuka and others in the training ground, and confidently wanted to teach this arrogant boy a lesson with tennis.

Under the worried gazes of Oishi Shuichiro, Kikumaru Eiji, Kawamura Takashi and others, Tezuka calmly agreed to the senior's invitation to fight.

This private war caused quite a stir.

Several junior high school tennis club members who had been bullied by Takeshi Kenshi were worried about serious conflicts and wanted to find the director to mediate the conflicts.

But the minister took leave today to go to the hospital to see his injury. He was not at school and could not be contacted for the moment.

After going round and round, I had no choice but to inform coach Sumire Ryuzaki.

When Sumire Ryuzaki heard this, she just shook her head and said: "It seems that these brats don't understand the physical gap between the first and third years of junior high school, so let them suffer. Don't worry, you don't have to worry about it. Things should be measured in the history of military residence construction."

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On the court, the bright 5:0 blinded the eyes of all the young players.

Kenshi Takei was the absolute main force except for the director Yamato, but he was easily suppressed by a new student and was even manipulated.

Like a dead dog that was about to die, Takei Kenshi struggled to run left and right, sweating profusely from running.

On the other side, Tezuka Kunimitsu was extremely relaxed and didn't even break out in sweat. He swung the ball left and right lightly, aiming at the fields on both sides, playing Takei Kenshi like a marionette.

No matter what efforts and attempts Wuju Jianshi made, everything was in vain.

Let alone one game, he didn't even get a single point.

Only 15 minutes had passed.

Takei Kenshi's face turned red, feeling that his self-esteem was stepped on and crushed repeatedly.

The shock and comments of the people around him seemed to be mocking him.

This junior bastard, how dare he do this to his senior?

He is obviously left-handed, but he fights with me with his right hand. Does he look down on me?
  hateful! hateful! hateful! !
  You like using your right hand so much, right?
  Then I'll let you use it as much as you can! !
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On the other side, shortly after the battle between Tezuka Kunimitsu and Takei Kenshi, Mifune and Setsuna had arrived just in time for their meeting.

The combination of the savage man and the sunny guy carrying a tennis bag instantly attracted the attention of countless students at Qingxue.

Seeing a large crowd of people watching from the Seigaku Tennis Club, Setsuna stopped a few Seigaku students who were watching the excitement and asked what happened on the court.

In just a few words, he understood everything about the situation.

In addition to the conflict between Tezuka and Takei, there is also the glorious "ball-picking tradition" of Seigaku.

One student was keenly aware that someone went to the coach's room to report the news, but coach Sumire Ryuzaki turned a deaf ear.

After hearing these things, Mifune's expression was ugly. He didn't expect that Sumire Ryuzaki, who had the title of "the enlightenment coach of the samurai", would be so pedantic.

If you don't take the time to let young talents like Tezuka Kunimitsu and Fuji Shusuke hone themselves on the playing field, you actually let them be ball boys?
  Put them on the shelf and waste their talents?
  It should be noted that in this golden period of growth and progress in junior high school, every day wasted will make you fall one step behind others.

This old godly woman is killing the future of neon tennis! !

Just as he was about to have an attack, he was calmed down by Mo Mo's kind words.

"Old man, don't be anxious. Let's take a look at the situation first."

When Tezuka and Takei officially battled, Setsuna made various speechless comments.

"Is this Qingxue's official choice?"

"My steps are unsteady, my swing is weak, and my breathing rhythm cannot be adjusted."

"You're such a waste in the third grade of junior high school? It's unbelievable."

"According to the information, Tezuka Kunimitsu is left-handed. He uses his right hand very unnaturally. It seems that he is laying the foundation for learning Nanjiro's two-sword style. This half-skilled right hand is enough to pack the wine bag and rice bag on the opposite side. .”

"However, what I am most interested in is the 'Spin Field' mentioned in the information, Nanjiro's signature skill. Unfortunately, the opponent is unable to force Tezuka to do anything more with someone of this caliber."

As he spoke, Tezuka had easily won the game, and the 6:0 score set off Takei Kenshi's incompetent barking.

Tezuka won the match as if he had done something trivial. Ignoring Takeshi Kenshi, he turned back and walked out of the stadium.

Although they were far apart, with a moment of keen insight, they could clearly observe the expression of Wuju Jianshi.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Tezuka's back, as if he wanted to tear him alive.

Setsuna sighed helplessly, untied the golf bag, and took out the racket and tennis ball with his left hand.

"Oh, oh, my right hand is still injured, and I don't know if I can aim accurately with my left hand."

At this time, Wu Jujianshi's roar came from the field.

He flew towards Tezuka and said angrily: "Stop looking down on others! You are obviously left-handed, but you use your right hand to humiliate me! You are a piece of trash who is only qualified to pick up balls. I will destroy you!"

Takei raised his racket high and hit Tezuka's left elbow hard with the racket frame.

Everyone was shocked on the spot, never expecting Takei Kenshi to behave like this.

Tezuka, who turned around after hearing the sound, was also stunned on the spot, forgetting to dodge for a moment.

As the racket was about to fall on him, he had only one thought in his mind.

Is this kind of club, this kind of seniors, the alma mater of Nanjiro, whom I have always admired since elementary school?
  "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! My hand!! My hand!!!"

Heart-piercing screams came from the field.

But it was not Tezuka who fell to the ground, but Kenshi Takei who was rolling on the ground, clutching his wrist in pain.

A stream of light flew from outside the court, bypassed Tezuka, and accurately hit Takei's wrist holding the racket.

Tezuka turned around in confusion and saw the combination of the savage man and the sunny boy about 20 meters away from the field.

The sunny guy looked about the same age as himself. He was holding a racket in his left hand. It seemed that he had saved him just now.

Setsuna lazily walked up to Tezuka, patted him on the shoulder, and said meaningfully: "Glasses, can't you dodge this speed of swing? Why do people become so slow when they don't play ball."

Shuichiro Oishi and Eiji Kikumaru quickly stepped forward to pull Tezuka and asked him worriedly if he was injured.

Fuji Shusuke, Inui Sadaharu, and Kawamura Takunori walked up to Setsuna and bowed: "Thank you for saving our friend just now."

Hua Mo waved his hand to show that it was a little effort.

Several friends brought by Takei Kenshi hurriedly looked at his situation. One of them raised his head and asked, "Who are you? Why did you come to make trouble in our Qingxue Tennis Club?"

Mifune Irido stared at him with disdain, and the mental pressure that was like a wild beast scared the opponent's two sides.

"Who am I? A loser like you has no right to know. Call your coach Ryuzaki Sumire over!"

Frightened, several people hurriedly ran to the coaching room.    ………

Not long after, Sumire Ryuzaki arrived with a serious look on her face.

Before anyone arrives, he takes the lead.

"Which foreign school is looking for trouble and hurting the main players of our youth school?"

Sumire Ryuzaki paused in her steps when she saw Mifune entering the road.

"Are you... Mifune Irido?"

Mifune looked at Sumire Ryuzaki with a half-smile: "It's so rare that you still remember me."

Sumire Ryuzaki said angrily: "If you are not busy with U17, why do you come to Qingxue to hurt my players?"

Mifune Irido sneered: "Just now, I heard you say that foreign schools are looking for trouble? It seems that the good players you lead are used to confusing right and wrong!"

Sumire Ryuzaki was stunned when she heard this. She was not a fool. Mifune Iridou had such a high status in the tennis world. How could she be so arrogant about this kind of thing? She must have been fanned by two club members just now.

She asked seriously: "What happened just now? Tell the truth!"

The two students who were looking for Sumire Ryuzaki realized something was wrong, so they muttered and honestly explained the details.

Sumire Ryuzaki looked disgusted and was silent for a while, then said: "Takeshi Takei was deprived of his official seat and became an ordinary member of the club, and was kept under investigation by the club. Tezuka Kunimitsu had a private fight with his seniors, which affected the harmonious atmosphere of the tennis club. Go back Write an examination for me. You guys, take Kenshi Takei to the infirmary to check the injuries first."

Hearing Sumire Ryuzaki's "just" punishment, Fuji Shusuke, Kikumaru Ei and other first-year club students all blushed, as if they dared to be angry but dared not speak.

Fifty hits each?

What did Tezuka do wrong, why should he be punished?
  Kenshi Takei did such an excessive thing, just to deprive him of his qualifications for the main election, then he put it down high and put it down gently?
  "Pfft hahahahahaha!!"

Setsuna couldn't help but laugh.

Sumire Ryuzaki said dissatisfied: "Who are you? What's so funny?"

Setsuna looked at Sumire Ryuzaki as if she were looking at a clown: "I can't hold back hearing the stupid words said by a fool. This kind of decision is so fair and selfless, it makes people laugh. Okay. Okay, you don’t have to work hard to lift this guy, I just hit his numb tendons, I didn’t break his bones, it will hurt for an hour or so and it will be fine."

Sumire Ryuzaki stared at the young man who was rude to him and said angrily: "Kid, what qualifications do you have to judge me. Remember, I am the coach of Qingxue Tennis Club, you are just outsiders, don't judge here. .Even Mifune Iridou next to you is not qualified to interfere in the affairs of our Seigaku Tennis Club!"

Setsuna spread his hands and didn't bother to talk to Ryuzaki Sumire, but looked at Mifune Irido.

I am too young to quarrel with this old pious woman, so you should do it, old man.

Mifune took a sip of wine, suppressed his anger, and looked at Sumire Ryuzaki coldly.

"That's right, I can't interfere with the internal affairs of your Qingxue Tennis Club, but I can control you, Sumire Ryuzaki!!"

Sumire Ryuzaki frowned and said, "What do you mean?"

"I am the vice chairman of the Neon Official Tennis Association and have the right to appoint and remove. Sumire Ryuzaki, starting from today, your tennis coaching qualifications have been cancelled."

Sumire Ryuzaki's face turned pale: "You, what did you say?"

"Don't you understand? I want you to get out of the neon tennis world!!"

Sumire Ryuzaki gritted her teeth: "How dare you? I am Nanjiro's first tennis teacher!"

Mifune laughed and said, "Just you? Enlighten Nanjiro?"

"You just got lucky and happened to meet such a once-in-a-century genius."

"Even if you let him watch videos and learn by himself, he can still lay a good foundation."

"Old godmother, do you think your teaching is very good? Do you know how many irregular playing habits Echizen Nanjiro has developed under your influence?"

"Do you know how much effort I put into correcting his problem?"

"Do you think Nanjiro's achievements are due to you? No, it was him who made you a success. He took your chickens and dogs to heaven, and let you, an incompetent person, live here day after day with the famous name of 'samurai enlightenment teacher'. They are trying to harm those outstanding young people who love tennis."

Mifune showed no mercy, tearing apart Sumire Ryuzaki's pride layer by layer, revealing its ugly nature.

"Today, before the conflict happened, someone had already informed you, right? Why didn't you come out and stop it?"

"Do you openly think that the hard stone you regard as a treasure can shine more brightly than the real jade?"

"As a coach, you have done nothing; secondly, you cannot lead the school to achieve good results; thirdly, you cannot manage conflicts within the club; fourthly, you cannot discern pearls."

"Why do you have the shame to stay in this position?"

"Do you want to continue to torture more juniors?"

"Ryuuzaki Sumire, I tell you, Tezuka Kunimitsu is an outstanding talent that I have been paying attention to, and is our hope for the future of Neon Tennis!"

"If he makes any mistakes, you will never redeem yourself!!"

Mifune Irido's words were like a knife, cutting into Sumire Ryuzaki's heart.

Sumire Ryuzaki's face turned pale, her breathing became rapid, and she collapsed weakly on the ground.

The surrounding tennis club students were silent. No one thought that this old man who came without telling anyone would have such great power.

Even the coach in the tennis club who was always talking about everything was thrown into the dust.

Tezuka Kunimitsu, Fuji Shusuke and others also had mixed emotions, nervous and full of excitement.

Mifune glanced coldly at Sumire Ryuzaki, who was as dejected as a defeated dog, without any mercy.

He took out the phone from his pocket, dialed a number, and gave some instructions to the other party.

Less than ten minutes later, the principal of Qingxue came running over.

He nodded and bowed in various ways towards Mifune Irido, showing great respect.

Then, the principal walked up to Sumire Ryuzaki and informed her in a low voice: "Teacher Ryuzaki, you are fired. Please find another job."

Sumire Ryuzaki seemed to be in a dream, looking at the principal in disbelief, and then looking around in confusion.

how so? I have been at Qingxue for so many years, I have dedicated myself to Qingxue, and I trained Nanjiro. How could you do this to me?

Moreover, the tennis coach is only my part-time job, and you are my main job...

Like a zombie, she staggered out of the tennis court and walked towards the outside of the school. The surrounding students looked at her leaving figure with complicated expressions.

However, no one came to help her.

Tezuka looked at the sky and let out a sigh of relief.

He came to Mifune Iridou and Setsuna, bowed solemnly and said: "Thank you both for your help."

Shuichiro Oishi was a little reluctant and said softly: "Isn't this a bit too much?"

Instantly glanced at him sideways: "What's the matter? Has the heart of the Holy Mother broken out? Eggman, I advise you to stop holding on to this mentality and don't pity everyone. Have you ever thought about what would happen to the glasses guy if he was hit like this? What will happen? With this old woman’s coaching attitude, she will only care about senior students. If the glasses boy is seriously injured, do you think this old woman will take it seriously? "

Dashi thought for a while, lowered his head and stopped talking.

Iridou Mifune looked at the crowd and announced: "Starting from tomorrow, I will send a professional coach to guide the daily training of your tennis club. From now on, all the rotten rules of your tennis club will be invalidated! There is only one rule in the club. , Survival of the fittest!"

oh! oh! !

The cheers of the first-grade tennis club members came from the venue.

Some players in the second and third grade of junior high school who had mixed qualifications felt as if they were mourning, but they did not dare to refute.

Mifune patted Tezuka on the shoulder and said in a deep voice: "You students, especially you and Fuji Shusuke, are outstanding talents that I have always valued. I hope you will not lose interest in tennis because of today's incident, but We must continue our efforts to tap more tennis potential and win glory for the future of Neon Tennis.”

Everyone in Qingxue was excited when they heard Mifune pouring chicken soup.

Fuji was still calm. He looked at Setsuna and asked politely: "We still don't know the reason why you two came to Qingxue. Do you want to exchange your experience of playing tennis and understand Qingxue's overall strength? If so, I I am willing to discuss with this classmate."

Setsuna waved his hand: "Forget it for today, the injury on my right hand hasn't healed yet. Besides, I still have to go to several places and I don't have enough time. See you on the court another day."

Tezuka's eyes lit up and he looked at Setsuna holding the shot with his left hand. He thought he was left-handed like himself, but was he right-handed?

Just now, he was 20 meters away and accurately hit Takei's wrist. He didn't use his normal hand?
  What a good opponent!
  Tezuka, filled with fighting spirit, stepped forward with a half-bow and asked: "Classmate, may I ask your name."

"Yamabuki Middle School, Banta Setsuna, Banlao's grandson."

"Youth Academy, Tezuka Kunimitsu."

After informing each other of their names, Mifune and Setsuna said goodbye and left.

Before leaving, Setsuna turned back and said lazily: "Don't be so grateful to me. Maybe one day you will hate me so much that you will gnash your teeth."

Everyone in Qingxue looked at each other in confusion, not understanding what Setsuna meant.

(End of this chapter)