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Kitahara Akira didn't rush off; he first took a walk around the park near his home.

Wait until breakfast is almost digested.

I jogged slowly toward the tennis court I had found on the map last night. The three-kilometer journey was just right for warming up before practice.

Upon arriving at the court, Kitahara Akira was sweating and slightly out of breath, but it was much easier than he had imagined. The effects of Yamabuki's physical training were evident at this moment.

There were many people playing tennis on the court, and many practicing hitting against the tennis wall. When he ran to the entrance of the court, he ran into an acquaintance.

Morimura Ya jogged over from around the corner: "Hey, isn't this Kitahara? You're here to practice too?"

"Yes, what a coincidence!"

Kitahara Akira reached out and gave Morimura Ya a light high five.

Both of them were first-year students in the Yamabuki Tennis Club and classmates. Among the thirty-six first-year students, they had a good relationship. They were both delighted to run into each other here.

Morimura grinned, flashing his bright white teeth, and said, "There are only two weeks left until the club ranking battle. Let's give it our all one last time!"

Kitahara Akira nodded.

We walked together to the open space on the court and started warming up.

The pre-training warm-up consists of two phases: aerobic activation and dynamic stretching.

Having completed the first stage of jogging, Kitahara Akira then did several sets of lateral sliding steps and high knees.

After catching his breath, he stepped forward into a lunge position from his standing position, his right hand on the ground and his left elbow lightly touching the inside of his left foot. He immediately felt a clear pull in his hip; then, maintaining his lower body stability, he continued to rotate his left arm towards the sky...

Morimura Yaya was also standing to the side, keeping the same rhythm and making the same movements as Kitahara Akira.

They were doing dynamic warm-up exercises specially designed by Banlao for Yamabuki, one exercise that covers the range of motion and flexibility training of almost all key parts of the lower limbs, hips, spine, thoracic spine and shoulders.

The other people practicing on the court were watching from the sidelines. They were surprised to see how professional the two of them were. They would jog a few laps and then start playing.

"It actually looks quite convincing. Should we try learning from it?"

"Tch~ Tennis is about skill, not all this fancy stuff. Come on, I'm serving!"

Kitahara Akira ignored the whispers around him and focused intently on completing the last movement. Beads of sweat dripped from his temples, and he felt his entire body was activated.

"That's really impressive!"

He stood up, his eyes slightly brightening, sensing his current physical condition. Although they hadn't officially started interacting yet, just from this set of warm-up exercises, one could tell how skilled Coach Bantian was.

After preparing for training, Morimura Yaya ran outside and brought back a small cart full of tennis balls.

He laughed and said, "I often come here to practice, so I've stored some tennis balls here. Shall we practice with multiple balls first?"

"Okay." Kitahara Akira nodded, indicating that there was no problem.

According to the original plan, he should first do wall practice, then come back to complete serve practice, and finally randomly find a stranger to play a game with, to test his level in this world.

However, this is a training program for only one person.

If someone helps, then naturally we will practice according to the Yamabuki Tennis Club's training plan.

At the baseline, Kitahara Akira holds the racket in his right hand, supports the triangle area where the racket head and handle connect with his left hand, and leans his body slightly forward, entering the ready position.

Morimura pushed the cart to the net: "Can we begin?"

"Okay, come on."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tennis ball was tossed over by Morimura Ya.

Tap tap.

The moment his gaze swept over the tennis ball, Kitahara Akira took a split step to initiate his movement, pulled his racket back, and used his left hand to indicate the direction in which the tennis ball would bounce. Once the tennis ball reached the appropriate height, he swung his racket.

boom!

The crisp sound of the ball hitting the ground echoed in Kitahara Akira's palm, a familiar feedback from the impact.

The tennis ball flew in a slightly curved arc into the boundary, but Kitahara Akira didn't look at it. He continued to complete his follow-through, adjusted his center of gravity back between his feet, regained his balance, and immediately returned to his original position.

shuh~

Morimura didn't stop, tossing another ball over, this time to his backhand.

Bang! ... Bang! ... Bang! ...

Kitahara Akira changed his position depending on the ball's toss, and hit the tennis ball in different directions.

Forehand cross-court shot... Backhand straight shot... One short, one deep...

Kitahara Akira played very quickly, each set of multiple balls taking only two or three minutes, hitting nearly thirty balls. After finishing a set, the two of them would go to retrieve the balls, and then switch to another player to continue playing.

Each person did ten sets before the practice ended.

After resting for five minutes.

Morimura pushed the cart to the rest area by the court, took a bucket of new balls from his backpack on the bench, and hit two balls on the ground with his racket to test their feel.

Then, looking at Kitahara Akira beside him, he raised an eyebrow: "Kitahara, what do you mean?"

Seeing this, Kitahara Akira took a small sip of water, picked up his racket, and stood up.

"Come!"

......

The sun hangs high in the sky.

That's how summer is; before noon, the sun is already scorching, causing many people to leave early. Some others noticed that a match seemed to be about to start.

Since they had nothing better to do, they all gathered under the shade to watch the excitement.

Sigh~

A gust of hot wind blew by, and Kitahara Akira's bangs swayed gently along with the net. His features were well-defined, his eyes were dark and bright, his body was upright, and he was full of energy.

Morimura Ya had slightly chubby cheeks, small eyes that gleamed with a shrewd light, and a robust physique.

He stood his Wilson racket upright on the ground, blinked slightly, and asked, "Which one do you choose?"

"Front view," Kitahara Akira said casually.

shuh~

With a gentle twist of three fingers, Morimura Yashiro's racket began to spin on the ground. A few seconds later, the racket slowed down, became unstable, and wobbled to one side before falling over.

pat!

Morimura looked at the fallen racket, the handle bearing the letter "M," and grinned: "Luckily! My serve."

Seeing this, Kitahara Akira also chose his half of the court.

The two reached their respective bottom lines.

Game start.

The two teams on the field are:

Akira Kitahara, an amateur player ranked 27th in his first year at Yamabuki Junior High School, with a ball strength of 4.0.

Ya Morimura, ranked 25th in his first year at Yamabuki Junior High School, has been playing tennis for two and a half years.

Morimura's serve!

Kitahara Akira stood on the baseline, his body slightly bent forward, his eyes fixed on the other side of the net.

Although Morimura is only a first-year junior high school student and his ranking among his classmates in Yamabuki is not high, that does not mean he is weak.

From the practice just now, it's clear that the opponent's shots are powerful, accurate, and their positioning is excellent. In my previous life, they would definitely have been a key player on the school team.

Kitahara Akira gripped the racket handle tightly, focusing his attention.

The first match after time travel needs to get off to a good start!

On the other side of the net.

Morimura tossed the tennis ball high into the air: "Here it comes!"