I Never Hang Up When I Play Tennis

There was another round of jitters, and Japan and the US Tennis Association were wrangling, and it was not Takamura's business.

Takamura is busy, and her feet never touch the ground.

There are a lot of things about the U17, his own training, family affairs, and sometimes a little emotional disputes. Of course, Takamura also needs free time.

So, Takamura is really aware of the lack of time.

That is to say, with the help of his brain, he can make money while lying down, and the income is beyond imagination. Otherwise, if he has to devote his energy to making money and improving his life, then there is really no free time at all.

Like now.

Akutsu Yuuki called Takamura home.

This house, bought by Takamura, is one of the places where the house is hidden.

Well, the sea king, he wants three caves of cunning rabbits.

Turning on the key and putting on slippers, Takamura was a little confused.

Not knowing what was going on with Yuuki, I made 3 calls in a row.

Could it be that something happened to Akutsu's cheap son? It's really worrying.

"Ache." Hyotei, Akutsu sneezed fiercely, his hands trembled, and the tennis ball flew out.

Boom, a tree half a meter thick fell to the ground, planting a field of flowers and plants.

"Be careful, I almost got killed by you." Mukahi Gakuto shuddered.

So playing with tennis players is really life-threatening.

Not only the players, but also the spectators are in danger.

"Cut." Akujin's face was unpleasant, and he didn't know why, but he was a little unhappy today.

Is it because Yuuki is busy?

Thinking of Yuuki saying she was working overtime today and not going home tonight, Akutsu was even more upset.

He has grown up and can make money on his own, and he doesn't need Obasan to work at all.

"Come again." Akujin served again, banging, this time piercing the wall.

Mukahi Gakuto waved his hands in fright.

Yuuki is indeed working overtime, but at home.

"You're here.||?" Yuuki's moving voice recalled, with a hint of tension in her tone. Appeared quietly.

"what."

Takamura answered casually, stunned.

Because Yuuki in front of her was wearing nothing but an apron. The thin apron seems to be able to see something.

"The food is ready, so there's only noodles left, I'll give it to you next. Yuuki turned around.

Go into the kitchen and keep busy.

Kitchen, popularity, two people at home alone, one old and one young...

Extracting these keywords, Takamura's mind has come to an old story, which tells the story of friendly exchanges between stepmother and stepson.

And, with the help of the intellectual brain, the memory is exceptionally clear.

A few hours later, Takamura was rejuvenated and on the road again.

He already understood that Yuuki's actions should be due to his public rejection of Princess Mako's confession not long ago.

Takamura has to admit that he underestimated the influence of the emperor in Japan.

Once you refuse, you can do many actions that you can't do normally.

(Wait, Yuuki did that, then Yumiko and Nanako...)

Takamura had some expectations in his heart.

What surprises will these two own real girlfriends give themselves?

In the U17 reception room, the distinguished guests came, and San Mifūne Nyudō also rarely took the time to accompany him in person.

"Here you are, Takamura-san, let me introduce to you, this is the world-famous rich man Sakurabukiyukihikoro. 35

"This time, he wants to invite the Japanese U17s and the world's strong players to hold an exhibition match.

Sakurabuki Yukihikoro?

Takamura immediately understood, isn't this guy the liar in the movie version?

By inviting tennis players, holding exhibition matches, inviting world celebrities to go sightseeing, and by manipulating the game, you can get a lot of money.

Also fake matches.

Takamura's deepest impression on Sakurabukiyukihikoro is the last game in the sea.

The fish swims, the water swims, and the man who plays ball does not need to swim.

He humiliated Newton once again.

No, it is science, and it has completely become a science.

"..." Takamura didn't even bother to pay attention, just a liar.

"Hello." Sakurabuki Yukihiko nodded and looked at his watch inadvertently.

Not to tell the time, but to tell Takamura how expensive his watch is.

The posture is also polite, showing the etiquette of an aristocrat, impeccable.

"..." After thinking about it, Takamura said.

"Will Echizen Ryoga participate?"

For the younger generation, the only ones Takamura are interested in are Echizen Ryoga and Nie Feng - Medanore.

Who is Echizen Ryoga?

Sakurabuki Yukihiko was puzzled.

However, as a liar, it has become an instinct to talk to people and talk to ghosts.

Deceive people first.

"" "I don't know what Echizen Ryoga is. I only know that my target is you, Makoto Takamura-san, the strongest junior high school student in the world.

But don't worry, since you have said the name Echizen Ryoga, then I can guarantee that Echizen Ryoga will definitely appear in the exhibition game after January. "5

"Just need a name?" Takamura's tone was inexplicable.

"Yes, I only need a name, and I can find him," Sakurabukiyukihikoro said with strong confidence.

This is the foundation of the world's top richest people.

Believe in your head.

Takamura snorted coldly.

In front of Takamura, Sakurabukiyukihikoro's tricks are useless at all.

"Not interested." Takamura left, too lazy to listen to the nonsense.

Sakurabukiyukihiko's face was ashen.

"Takamura classmate?" San Mifūne Nyudō raised his hand.

Is it really okay to offend a world-class super-rich?

"Coach, I have a lot of things to do, and I don't want to waste my energy on irrelevant people."

(Qian Nuo is good) Touch it, the door is closed.

"Coach Mifune, this is the Makoto Takamura you praised? No.1 of Japan's U17, the strongest junior high school student in the world? 35 Sakurabukiyukihikoro calming props.

The calmer it is, the more it indicates anger.

Mifune did not say a word, and even took a few sips of wine.

"Takamura-san means what I mean. Mr. Sakurabuki.

"..." Taking a deep look at San Mifūne Nyudō San, Sakurabukiyukihiko Lu was in shock.

Makoto Takamura can decide the entire Japanese U17 with a single sentence. How big is his influence? Offend a world-class rich man?

Moreover, Makoto Takamura refused simply and neatly, is the newborn calf not afraid of tigers, or did he see through his true colors?

Impossible, how many people didn't see their deception, San Mifūne Nyudō San, the old fox, didn't see it, how could a young man see it through.

Just a junior high school student.