Prince of Tennis: Start by replicating your talent

But he hadn't completed his three consecutive championships yet, so there was no way he could accept such a business invitation.

Moreover, he made a lot of money playing underground tennis during the holidays. After more than half a month, it was quite generous, enough for his and his brother's tuition and daily expenses.

The point is, he also wants to travel to various places and meet more powerful people.

Let’s not consider commercial tennis for now.

Inoue Mamoru said: "Actually this is not a problem. Although the contract has been signed, it does not affect the players' participation in international competitions and can even help them turn professional and embark on the path of professional tennis."

Nanchuan hummed, "I understand. Let's talk later. You can keep it for me first, or give it to my brother. Please, reporter uncle."

After hanging up the phone, Nanchuan temporarily put the matter aside.

Although such an invitation is tempting to him, he has already made clear his own goals and will not accept it for the time being. He is only in the first grade of junior high school and has many opportunities. He cannot rush to make a decision now and should wait and see the situation.

As for whether or not Shou Jia would accept it, he didn't need to call to find out. He could be sure that Shou Jia would not accept it for the time being.

Because, the hand seems calm and independent, but it will not get entangled in anything. It also has its own goals, and they are very clear.

Now he has not figured out that he plays tennis for himself, but has taken the responsibility of youth school on his shoulders. He probably plays tennis mostly for the so-called youth school. He has been bound by responsibility and has not yet figured it out!

"I'll see what the invitation is after I return home. There's no rush."

Nanchuan lay on the court and looked at the gray and cool sky. "The most important thing for me now is to find a stronger opponent to help open that door."

The next day, early in the morning.

Nanchuan got up early, which was rare.

Akutsu also got up early and ran two laps on the court.

If it weren't for working to earn money, he would never have appeared on the court at this point.

It can even be said that if no one urges or stimulates him, he will not take the initiative to train.

Geniuses have reasons to skip classes and avoid training.

"Akuzu works too hard for money, but I like teammates like this."

Jibe had already gotten up, served by the butler and a group of servants. He wore a clean and refreshing jersey and appeared at the edge of the court in high spirits. He stood next to Nanchuan, with a butler behind him holding red wine and drinks ready to serve him.

Nanchuan was no longer surprised. He said:

Akutsu is too scary. I can't figure out his strength yet. Anyway, he has become famous in the underground tennis organization in this city. Countless people have fallen under his hands. And you know that Becker and his team don't plan to take us in, right?"

"Yeah, I just found out."

They said they wanted us to work on our own because they didn’t want to starve to death.

"It's so funny. I can laugh at them for the rest of my life."

"Anyway, Atobe, you can find a time to fight with Akutsu. To put it bluntly, you want to find someone to practice your moves with.

Teammate Akutsu is your best choice right now."

"What about you?" Atobe turned and looked at him.

Nanchuan smiled, looking quite proud and impatient.

As for me, I have an appointment today to meet a strong man. "

Atobe snorted, "Is this what you asked for last time, Tokugawa-senpai's partner?"

You still remember? Yes, that's right, it's most likely him. Although the senior didn't explain, I can't think of what would make him contact me on his own initiative."

Atobe glanced at him:

“Don’t get sent to the hospital again.

Nanchuan smiled awkwardly: "Haha, it's absolutely impossible. Last time it was an accident. I was careless. Senior Tokugawa really exceeded my expectations. I won't do that again in the future, absolutely not."

"Yeah." Atobe rarely continued talking just to complain, but said seriously: "I heard from Yukimura that you beat the useless Harmon with a rotten racket?"

Nanchuan recalled, "Oh, that time, I had just finished playing with a tennis player who was also a vandal in the club. My arm was slightly injured and my racket was broken. I had no choice at the time."

"But it's not a problem. I'm going to start training on the cross racket."

When Tobe heard him say "it's not a problem" so easily, his eyes became a little complicated and his expression became more serious.

"Cross racket? It seems like I can practice it." He thought proudly in his heart, he couldn't fall behind again.

The point is, winning the game with a crappy racket is so cool and very consistent with my temperament.

Nanchuan stretched and yawned, "Let's not talk about it for now, let's go run a few laps together."

“We are here too!”

Several teammates also showed up, and Nanchuan only then realized that he usually got up too late. In fact, everyone got up so early to train.

This makes him seem like he is not active enough, but in fact, he is more tired than anyone else.

"middle!"

"By the way, Liang, how are the results of your doubles training with Feng going recently?"

Nanchuan is still concerned about Hyotei's doubles problem.

He placed all his hopes on Binhu Liang and Feng Changtaro.

After all, these two are a combination that can simultaneously step into the highest level of doubles, the Synchronicity Realm.

As long as we train it well, it will become even stronger if nothing unexpected happens!

In the plot, their presence is just reduced and they are weakened a little.

In fact, based on their tacit understanding and complementary skills and styles, they are definitely stronger than the combination of Oishi and Eiji.

Anato Ryo hummed confidently: "There must be results. Even if you have time and team up with Atobe and the others, they may not be able to beat us!"

"Before you brag, think about whether you can accept the result of failure. I'm one on two and I'm just trying to defeat you two."

"Hmph, Nanchuan, before you brag, please think about whether you can handle being laughed at!"

"Then we'll see."

"Wait and see!"

in the afternoon.

As agreed, Nanchuan arrived at the dilapidated stadium full of potholes.

It was already in a very dilapidated state before, and the arrival of players like Minamikawa and Akutsu, who seemed to have unleashed their most violent natures, added countless more potholes and "wounds" to this already scarred stadium.

This isn't really a stadium anymore.

Not only has the field been abandoned, but the net is also almost in pieces, unable to fulfill its function, which puts the players in a difficult position.

The surrounding iron nets have reached the point where they can be sold by weight.

Nanchuan reasonably suspected that if a scavenger uncle came over, he would subconsciously take away both the iron net and the ball net.

Of course, the premise is that they turn a blind eye to the bloodstains.

But for the strong, all these can be ignored, as long as there is an open space to fight.

Nanchuan is still more concerned about the problem of the net.

Before Tokugawa and his team showed up, he went up to level the net. At least, it should be a standard to correctly judge whether the tennis ball has touched the net. Otherwise, for the players, this is likely to be a misleading self-perception. "

He clapped his hands, looked at the net he had smoothed, and nodded with great satisfaction.

"Not bad." A familiar voice appeared behind him.

Nanchuan looked back and saw that it was Tokugawa who had come as he had expected.

And more importantly, there was a guy next to him who was almost a complete stranger.

This man had long hair parted in the middle and was wearing a Spanish knight's outfit. He had a racket in his hand and had an arrogant temperament that made people unable to take their eyes off him.

Nanchuan was slightly surprised. He didn't seem to sense any amazing aura of strength from this person.

To put it bluntly, the initial impression was not as strong as he had expected.

He didn't know why, but he always had a weird feeling:

This so-called Spanish captain in front of me, the U17 World Cup Spain representative Medanore, is very strange! His whole body reveals strangeness.

"Senior." Nanchuan greeted with a smile.

“This is, Medanore.

Tokugawa came up and introduced himself first.

"Since you have a request, and this guy happens to be free today, let's meet him. We're leaving for France soon.

Nanchuan exclaimed: "Is it so hurried?"

Tokugawa: “Well, the commander has to return to the team, doesn’t he?

Nanchuan was just about to ask what private matters Tokugawa and Medanore had to deal with. After all, it seemed that there was hostility between the two?

But then I thought about it and realized that this was someone else's private matter and it was not appropriate to ask.

He took the initiative to politely extend his hand to Medanore: "Hello, senior, my name is Nanchuan."

After a brief self-introduction, Medanore extended his hand to shake hands, but he gave a very arrogant and disdainful smile.

Are you the guy who sent Tokugawa to the hospital?

Meda spoke fluent English as soon as she opened her mouth, but it was obvious that her accent was not pure English. Nanchuan's first thought was that Atobe sounded better with a pure English accent.

I'm getting off topic. It's all because of this guy who gives people the feeling that everything about him is weird.

Nanchuan came back to his senses and said with a smile: "So, do you accept my challenge?"

Meida sighed, "Although it's troublesome, I still agreed to come. Of course, we have to fight. But Tokugawa is right. We still have to rush to France. Let's fight quickly and decisively."

Nanchuan didn't know what Tokugawa said to Mei Da, which made him willing to play a game, and he accepted his challenge.

"Then let's decide the outcome in one round."

Nanchuan proposed a one-game-deciding strategy. One game is enough."

Meida also agreed readily. Tokugawa seemed to remind him of something, and then stood in the referee area. Meida smiled disdainfully:

Tokugawa, you think too much, he's just a junior high school student.

Tokugawa sighed: "Don't forget, I am also a junior high school student, and Antonio will not allow you to mess around, for the World Cup not "So long-winded, Tokugawa! "

Meda stood in the serving area, and without even turning the racket to decide who would serve, he pulled out a tennis ball.

He seemed very dissatisfied with Tokugawa's "nagging".

Nanchuan didn't pay much attention to their conversation. He didn't care who Antonio was. He started to activate the sword tomb.

“Boy, this is hilarious!”

Seeing the Jian family, Meda became extremely excited.

boom!

His tennis ball instantly arrived in front of Nanchuan. The powerful force and pressure swept over like a tornado with absolute lethality, almost covering the entire court.

The swords around him made a buzzing sound as they were suppressed.

Nanchuan frowned. He felt a huge sense of oppression, which was more terrifying than he had imagined!

"This is a warning from the god of death!"

Chapter 119: Severely injured and unconscious, dramatic replacement incident

boom!

The tennis ball hit Nanchuan's back, making his ears buzz.

Just now he really seemed to feel a warning from the god of death. If he had forced himself to catch the ball, I'm afraid not only the racket would fly out, but he would fly out as well, right?

"So--suddenly?"

Nanchuan looked back at the big hole on the ground and the tennis ball that had bounced out of bounds, and said words of approval.

Meda proudly took out the tennis ball:

Let's end it quickly, let's end it quickly, let's kill you quickly.