Prince of Tennis: Start by replicating your talent

"Nanchuan, you got it wrong!" Everyone looked at him in shock and said in unison, "Huh?"

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, everyone, keep working hard and make sure we can show the results of our hard training next month!"

"By the way, Akutsu, are you and I going to the same restaurant?"

"Ah."

The martial arts hall that my brother introduced is not very far away. It is in the south of the port area and only half an hour away from Hyotei.

Akutsu is familiar with the place, but he is not very popular. After entering the martial arts hall, some people looked at him with resentment. Nanchuan can be sure that these people must have been beaten by Akutsu.

But because of my brother, these people greeted Nanchuan as soon as they saw him and were relatively friendly and enthusiastic.

Maybe because the two brothers look alike, their relationship is quite close.

However, the two were in different rooms, and Akutsu was indeed just there to fight. No matter who got beaten, it was all a matter of strength, and the person who got beaten by him couldn't say anything.

Nanchuan picked up the bamboo sword in the martial arts hall for the first time. When he held it in his hand, he felt an inexplicable sense of confidence that he could do it well.

Until nightfall, Nanchuan had already fought back and forth with others and was rarely beaten. Although he was still far from being a match for others, his ability was amazing enough.

"If you don't play tennis, it would be a good idea for you to come to our martial arts hall." The boss praised Nanchuan before leaving.

"He's more talented than your brother in this area, but your brother is a basketball genius and I can't keep him.

Nanchuan smiled and said, "Then I have to say this confidently: I am a tennis genius. Boss, you can't keep me, but I will come here often, as long as you don't mind."

"Hahaha." This boss is quite generous. As someone who owns a martial arts gym, he has some connections, courage, and even extraordinary vision.

"Boy, I see, you came here just to play tennis, right?"

Nanchuan said nothing. This boss was too smart. He could tell at a glance, 'Minors come to me either to make money or to practice swordsmanship. If they really want to learn swordsmanship, they must have paid tuition. I can tell at a glance whether they have impure motives.

You and the two brothers Beichuan, as well as Akutsu, are all poor, can't I see your little tricks? Of course you can come over later, but if you get beaten, don't make trouble here. "

Nanchuan:

Damn it, I must make money by playing tennis in the future!

“Goodbye, boss.

Nanchuan and Akutsu left the martial arts hall, and the cursing voice of the young man who was beaten by Akutsu could be heard behind them.

Halfway through the journey, Nanchuan scratched his head and stopped walking. Akutsu looked at him speechlessly without saying a word.

"How about - Nanchuan sighed, "Akujin classmate, wait until we have a holiday, and go work during the holiday?"

Ye Jiujin looked at him as if he was a fool: “I’m working part-time now.

'No, I mean, I can earn more money by working on tennis.'

"Working with tennis balls?"

"Yeah, that's right, you are fighting underground black boxing now, we can also play underground tennis!"

"No such thing."

“There are some abroad.”

""I don't have money to go abroad."

Nan Chuan was stunned, and after a long while he smiled bitterly and said, "You speak so realistically, how can I respond?"

“Forget it, let’s just win the national competition first.

In August, the sun in Tokyo is already scorching hot at 8 o'clock.

For all athletes, training becomes a little more difficult, after all, people who are hot are always irritable, and it is also very likely that the training effect will be greatly reduced at the end of the day.

Nanchuan took the tram to school as usual without any nervousness. He slept for half of the morning before having a morning class.

When he woke up, the sun was shining through the window onto him, which meant it was time to go play basketball.

Coach Shintaro has been busy since he appeared a few days ago and announced the permanent disbanding of the second team. It is all thanks to the teammates' crazy self-discipline and crazy hard work.

But he never stopped ordering tennis newspapers for the club. Nanchuan took a look at the newspapers and sat on a bench with the sleepy Akutagawa Jiji, looking at the overseas section together. Nanchuan, is this the one who stuck with your brother last time? What a fierce senior! "

The photo that Jiro Akutagawa pointed to was of the Byodoin Phoenix, who looked dangerous, wearing slippers and looking unkempt.

He looks older now and doesn't look like a freshman in high school.

This change in facial expression should have happened after he came back from the cliff. Now, he was in the losing group and is now representing the Neon U17 Youth Team in the U17 Youth Tennis World Cup in France.

However, before heading to the World Cup, he is still on a long journey. According to newspaper reports, he is now in Spain.

"Tennis of destruction? Their tennis is so powerful!" Akutagawa Jiro became excited. Although he was still a little sleepy, he was much more energetic.

Nan Chuan hummed, "It's really impressive, but Jilang, shouldn't you go practice now? You've already rested for 15 minutes, hurry up."

Akutagawa Jiro slumped his shoulders and immediately yawned again: "I'll be there soon."

After putting away the newspaper, Nanchuan looked up at the wall. The elementary school was about to finish school at this time. Usually at this time, Huadi would come over from the elementary school next door and stand quietly by the side waiting for Master Totoro. He was a very dedicated little follower.

“These two guys showed up again.

Nanchuan saw the still young Houchotaro and Hiyoshi Waka.

The two of them watched Oshitari and Anado Ryo playing tennis with fascination, with admiration on their faces and seemed full of passion for tennis.

Seeing Nanchuan looking at them, they subconsciously wanted to shrink their heads back. They didn't know whether they were afraid of Nanchuan or afraid of being driven away and not allowed to climb the wall.

Nanchuan waved to them, which stunned the two.

Let’s go to the street tennis court and play tennis together after school!”

After Nanchuan finished speaking, he did not get a response from the two of them, because the two were completely stunned, as if they couldn't believe that he would invite them to play ball.

But after school, everyone went to the street tennis court together.

Because Nanchuan is serious about his determination to play his own kind of Budo tennis.

Such busy and fulfilling days with fruitful training always pass quickly.

There is only one week left until the national competition.

It is now August 8st, 1pm.

Atobe came out of the faculty office, returned to the classroom and gently kicked the leg of Nanchuan's chair.

"what?"

'Coach Shintaro said that the draw for the national competition will be held tomorrow, so come with me.

Nanchuan said, "Time flies so fast? I feel like I haven't practiced enough.

Yue Ren, who came to play in their classroom, said, "Pay attention to combining work and rest, and don't overwork yourself. That's what you told us."

Nanchuan waved his hands and said, "It's okay, it's okay. My body has been able to adapt to this intensity now, but adaptation does not mean that I have fully achieved all the results. I will know the limits.

As for the lottery, it will definitely be interesting. It will be a way to gather intelligence by seeing which schools have made it to the national competition. Let's bring Oshitari along too."

"You're not going to be lazy and not go, are you? Go to the Budokan again?"

"No, I'll adjust in the next few days. I have to go to the lottery meeting. It's so interesting."

Chapter 72 Yukimura's request, Senior, please stop avoiding it

The day before the draw.

Li Haida.

"Jingshi, you and Genichirō should go to the lottery meeting this time together.

As the team's military strategist, Yanagi Renji was naturally the first to be notified of such things.

But Yukimura looked uninterested: "Yanagi, you and Sanada should go together. I am a little tired because of the increased training recently. I don't really want to go, and I think I need to talk to Senior Maori."

"Is that so?" Yanagi Renji nodded: "Alright, then I'll go there with Genichirō tomorrow. It will be over soon anyway."

"By the way, Senior Maori hasn't appeared in the club for a long time. If you want to find him, you may need to go to the second-year teaching building."

"Ok, I know."

Yukimura sighed helplessly. As a first-year student, he defeated everyone including the second and third years and became the leader of Rikkai University and a true minister. He could completely use his strength to intimidate and complete his iron-fisted management. After all, Rikkai University also emphasizes the management philosophy that strength is king.

However, for those who have no desire to win, this concept is irrelevant to them, because they don't mind not being able to make the starters, nor do they mind not being able to play in the official arena, and they are also very indifferent to team honors. The typical example of such a person who has the ability but just wants to play is Senior Maori Jusaburo who transferred to our school halfway last year.

Yukimura hasn't seen him several times this year. The last time they met was the last time. After playing a game with him, he knew that Senior Mori's strength ceiling was very high. He was a talented player. As long as he trained hard for a period of time, he would be able to make rapid progress. He could become even stronger. But unfortunately, Mori Jusaburo was not active and he hasn't seen him come to the tennis club since the last time.

During the Kanto competition, they did not arrange him to participate even though they had not seen him for a long time. It was simply because they really could not trust such a senior who neglected training, had a bad attitude, and might not show up for the competition.

But now, Hyotei's three singles players are coming on strong, Sanada was abused by Minamikawa twice in a row, his obsession with tennis was almost broken, Yanagi Renji was suppressed by Akutsu and had no ability to fight back, his tennis was directly restrained to the point of being completely sealed and unable to play.

And after meeting Hyotei, Nioh realized that his tennis was actually very immature, especially against a player like Atobe Keigo who had extraordinary insight. Every ball he played had a flaw, like he was giving away a head.

Even if the second and third graders were allowed to fight these three, it would undoubtedly be even worse.

Yukimura finally realized that Rikkai University had really met a tough opponent in the Kanto region. If they wanted to take revenge in the national competition and win the national championship to realize their dream of winning three consecutive championships, Rikkai University currently needed to add more players who could fight against the three Hyotei players in order to break the current embarrassing situation of being neither up nor down.

So, he set his sights on Mori Hisaburo.

Rikkai University can’t afford to lose anymore.

After changing back into his school uniform, he put on his tennis bag and went to the second grade teaching building. He went to Maori's class but didn't see him.

After thinking about it, he went straight to the rooftop. Usually, when they were not playing ball after school, they liked to gather on the rooftop to chat, sleep or daydream. This was a secret place for the teenagers.

He went upstairs and looked around, and sure enough, he saw Maori sleeping soundly in the corner of the rooftop. Next to him was his tennis bag, but Yukimura had never seen him open it on his own initiative.

"All talented contestants have some quirks, but senior, your laziness is obviously not a quirk, but real laziness. You have no ambition to make progress.

Yukimura thought so in his heart, and wanted to say it to Mori.

But in the end he did not choose to be so straightforward, but stood in front of him and reached out to touch Maori's tennis bag.

As expected, the moment they touched, Maori suddenly opened his eyes. At that moment, Yukimura was sure that Maori's eyes were very sharp. He reasonably guessed that if he found out that his tennis bag was really damaged, he would explode his other side of good temper. After seeing that it was Yukimura, he restored his indifferent and decadent look, and smiled lazily, "It's you, Yukimura-san.

He raised his hand to smooth his curly hair and yawned lazily.

Yukimura took back his hand, stood in front of him and said seriously;

"Mori-senpai, please come and talk to me. I am the head of the tennis club."

Maori, who wanted to continue sleeping, seemed to be shocked by Yukimura's seriousness and for the first time he directly mentioned the identity of the minister in front of him. His eyes finally focused on Yukimura and smiled:

"Okay, no problem."

He patted the chair beside him and said, "Sit down.

Yukimura sat down and put his tennis bag at his feet. He looked into the distance and said slowly:

'Senior, you know we lost in Kanto.

I know I have to look forward and not dwell on past failures and forget my responsibilities and mission.”

He spoke slowly, one sentence at a time, his tone was light but the responsibility was heavy.

“So now as we prepare for the national tournament, we at Rikkai University must not lose again. We absolutely cannot.

As he said this, he turned his head and looked at Mao Li. His eyes were so serious that Mao Li had to put away his smile and sit up straight.

I know. Mao Li nodded, "As a team that always wins, Rikkai University has its own obsession, the obsession with winning the championship."

"Senior, this is not only a matter of obsession, but also a question of honor and glory for the team members.

For the future of Rikkai University, this is my responsibility as the director, and it is also the hope of every player who loves tennis.

Senior, I am sure that you have the strength and ability to fight against your opponents and defeat them. Please make sure to use your strength. Rikkai University also needs you now. I hope that you can correctly value victory.

So, for Rikkai University, please."

Maori confirmed it, and his eyes became completely clear at this time.

In his impression, Yukimura has always been very indifferent. He seems to be friendly and gentle, but in fact he is so cold that people dare not approach him, which leads to the fact that he hardly has any communication with him in normal times.

He lost to Yukimura, but he didn't mind and didn't think too much about it. He just liked playing tennis.

Winning or not is not a necessary requirement for him, having fun is enough.

As for the future of Rikkai University, he never thought that he would be able to support it, nor did he think in that direction.

After all, the current Big Three are strong enough, so he feels more at ease slacking off. More importantly, he really doesn't want to be restricted in training.

But now, as he looked at the first-year player who had the future of Rikkai University on his shoulders, their president, speaking such a heavy but shining ideal to him, he suddenly wanted to play tennis.