Tennis: Let you take charge of the youth school, and all become professionals

Tokugawa Kazuya looked at Chen Fan.

……

now.

Chen Fan, who is 1 meters tall, walked next to three adult coaches and did not look like a junior high school student at all.

But his facial features still reveal the immaturity of a junior high school student. If you look at his face, you can clearly tell that he is a junior high school student.

The four of them came to the center of the 15-20 court.

The 50 high school students suddenly stopped what they were doing, fell silent, and turned to look at the four people.

Among them were the bald man wearing a white hat and the man with a brown crew cut.

"Look!! It's that junior high school student!"

"Hiss... Really, I can't be so unlucky, right?"

"It shouldn't be that new junior high school coach..."

The two of them swallowed nervously and lowered their heads quickly, fearing that they would be discovered by Chen Fan.

"Let me introduce you. This is your new technical coach, Chen Fan."

Coach Kurobe stood in front and gave some introductions.

Chen Fan symbolically took 360 steps forward.

but.

Those present were all high school students selected from all over the country. They were among the best in the world. How could they possibly submit to a junior high school coach?

There are inevitably some troublemakers among them who can't help but speak out.

"Coach Kurobe, why are you letting a junior high school student be our technical coach? Are you kidding me?"

"We are the elite of the national high school division after all. How can we let a junior high school student be our coach? What a joke!"

A high school student with blond hair walked out from Court No. 16 with a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

"Coach Chen Fan, that's all I have to say. The rest you have to figure out on your own."

"You have the power to directly order him to leave the training camp. It's up to you."

Coach Kurobe spoke to Chen Fan in a low voice.

Chen Fan's mouth corners slightly raised.

He walked forward slowly and looked at the 50 high school students in front of him.

"All of them play tennis?"

"Everyone is so careless and has no spirit at all."

"I am not very talented, but I was lucky enough to see your high school students' competition when I first arrived."

"I almost thought you were playing passing the balloon."

"The force of the shot was weak and the speed was ridiculously slow. There was no power or technique to be seen."

After Chen Fan said this, the bald guy with a hat and the brown crew cut hunched their heads even lower.

Instead, it was the yellow-haired guy who became emotional.

Seeing this, Chen Fan quickly reached out and pressed down.

"Hey! Hey! Don't get excited! I'm not talking about you!!"

After hearing this, Huangmao showed a proud look on his face.

He felt very proud to be able to make the new coach admit his mistake.

"I mean everyone here is a lecher!"

“It’s all garbage!”.

080. Young people are too arrogant, just break a few of their ribs to show your respect!

?After Chen Fan finished saying these arrogant words, the 50 high school students were instantly in an uproar.

In their own school, they are all respected as seniors and predecessors by junior high school students.

And his tennis level is elite, which is why he was called up to the training camp.

Now, he is being called a "loser" and a "slut" by a new junior high school coach. Who can tolerate this?

"Asshole!! What did you say!?"

"Don't think you can insult us just because you're a coach!"

"He's nothing more than a junior high school kid! How dare you talk to us like that?!"

"Little brat! Didn't your seniors teach you how to talk?"

"How can a junior high school student be so arrogant! He wants to die!"

"This guy definitely deserves a beating!"

All the high school students were clamoring, and many of them had already rolled up their sleeves.

"Kurobe, do you want to stop this?"

Ryuji, who was standing by, saw that the situation among the high school students was getting a little out of control and couldn't help but speak.

"No need. If you can't even handle these high school students, what's the point of being a coach at a training camp?"

Kurobe shook his head.

anger.

annoyed.

restless.

These were reflected in this group of high school students.

"I'm telling the truth. If you don't agree, you can rely on your strength to speak for yourself. Show us your tennis balls."

"Prove to me that you are not trash."

Chen Fan raised the corners of his mouth slightly as he looked at the agitated and angry high school student in front of him.

soon.

Chen Fan's words prompted many high school students to volunteer and stand up, ready to play tennis against Chen Fan.

"Humph."

"I'm not going to waste a game of tennis on a bunch of rubbish like you."

"One ball is enough to shut up you bunch of rubbish."

As Chen Fan spoke, he picked up the tennis ball that had fallen to the ground with his foot.

He picked up a racket at his feet.

"Anyone who wants to catch the ball can come and try!"

Chen Fan's face was full of smiles, and he looked harmless.

The yellow-haired guy who had been shouting the most arrogantly just now quickly stood up.

"I'll do it!"

"What's there to be afraid of when a middle school student plays a game?"

"Just wait until you pee your pants at my [Bulldozer Return]!"

A confident smile appeared on Huangmao's face.

"Sato took action, and that brat is finished!"

"That's right! Sato's [Bulldozer Return] has a force of 40 kilograms!"

"A 40-pound ball cannot be returned with the wrist strength of a junior high school student."

"Not only that, I'm afraid the racket will be knocked off, or even the wrist will be broken!"

"What an ignorant fellow, he bumped into Sato."

The high school students nearby couldn't help but burst into a smirk when they saw the yellow-haired Sato stand up.

Most people were waiting to see Chen Fan, the new junior high school coach, make a fool of himself.

Only the bald guy with the white hat and the guy with the orange crew cut looked bad.

"Kid! Serve!"

"I'm afraid that when I serve, you'll say I'm bullying you."

The yellow-haired Sato showed a hint of ridicule.

In his heart, he had already decided to teach Chen Fan an unforgettable lesson.

"Since you said so, I'll serve."

Chen Fan shrugged helplessly.

Look at the tennis ball in your hand.

Facing the yellow-haired Sato, Chen Fan did not plan to use [Light Ball].

After all, if Huangmao, this blind guy, insisted on catching the [Light Hit Ball], he would be crippled by the explosion and would have to pay for the medical expenses.

Just give me a simple discount!

Just break his three ribs and hand bones!

Whoosh! !

Chen Fan threw the ball up.

boom--! !

A dull sound like a cannonball was heard, and the tennis ball instantly flew towards the yellow-haired man at a rapid speed like an arrow piercing the clouds.

[Hawakami 108]!

"Humph, it seems you have some skills too!"

"The speed of the ball is still quite fast!"

"But being fast is useless!"

The yellow-haired boy immediately ran towards the tennis ball, swinging his racket and preparing to hit it back.

"Little brat! Get ready to repent for your arrogance just now!!"

"My [Bulldozer Return] has a force of 40 kilograms!!!"

boom--! !

Huangmao's racket successfully hit the tennis ball.

The next second, a shocking sound was heard.

Huangmao's tennis racket was smashed into pieces.

Debris flew everywhere.

Huangmao himself was hit by the powerful force of the ball.

The whole person flew several meters away like a kite with a broken string.

With a thud, it fell heavily on the tennis court.

He was foaming at the mouth, his eyes were white, and he lay paralyzed on the tennis court like a dead dog, motionless.

The whole place was silent.

needle.

You can hear it when it hits the ground.

The high school students who were originally shouting wildly became as docile as kittens after seeing Huangmao's miserable condition.

Both the bald man wearing a white hat and the orange crew cut man couldn't help swallowing their saliva.