I Never Hang Up When I Play Tennis

Today is the day of the Tokyo Primary School Student Competition. The semi-finals and finals will be decided today.

Makoto Takamura was one of the top four, but got stumped by the Heydrich thing.

(Hopefully, time will come.) Makoto Takamura thought silently.

...

Tokyo, a stadium.

Tennis is the world's largest sport in this world. Coupled with the monster-like strength of the professional players, it even has a certain degree of influence on the overall strength of the country.

In terms of status, it is far more than football and basketball in another world...

Therefore, even if it is only a primary school student competition, it is only a local event in the Tokyo area, and it is full of seats.

At this moment, Seiichi Yukimura, with dark blue curly hair, silently waited for the arrival of his opponent.

"Time's up," the referee said, "because the contestant was late, Seiichi Yukimura won."

Seiichi Yukimura smiled lightly.

This is as it should be. He has been undefeated since he was a child, especially his playing style has become more and more powerful. He has seen too many opponents give up without a fight.

In the other game, Sanada Genichiro, who was wearing a hat, also waited for the arrival of his opponent, but it was obvious that his opponent was also late.

"Ke, what, is this the strength of Tokyo?" Sanada Genichiro was very upset.

This time, he and his friend Seiichi Yukimura came to Tokyo to see the strength of Tokyo's geniuses. They were already invincible in Kanagawa Elementary School.

By the way, try your own strength.

Unfortunately, Tokyo, the capital of Japan, let them down.

The opponent in front can be solved just by showing a few hands.

The opponents in the semi-finals fled without a fight.

(Forget it, the coward ignores it) Sanada tightened his hat and looked at his friend.

(This time, I will never lose...)

"Really, why is there no one?"

"Do you know your own strength?"

"I know the strength of those two boys," an audience member from Kanagawa analyzed. "The two of them are not easy. In the entire Kanagawa area, no one is the opponent of the two of them."

"In this case, it is normal to surrender without a fight." Another audience member sighed.

"Not necessarily," someone retorted. "I don't know about Tezuka, but Makoto Takamura, his strength is not simple."

"That's right," said the audience, also from Tokyo, "no matter how strong that kid named Yukimura is, but Makoto Takamura, must be above him."

Saying that, the audience seemed to remember Makoto Takamura's strength, and his expression was solemn.

That is, completely surpassing the level of elementary school students, making people desperate...

...

At dusk, Seiichi Yukimura, who won the victory again, and Sanada, who was unwilling, walked slowly, discussing today's duel.

"Next time, I will definitely win." Sanada said with a stern face.

"Haha, I'll wait."

"Huhu." Tezuka, who finally ran over, sweating profusely, looked at Yukimura who had won the winning trophy.

Tezuka is also ashamed. He was supposed to participate in the semifinals, but he forgot the competition because he was fishing with his grandfather.

This is a great negligence for a tennis player.

"Are you the winner? Can you fight me?"

On the other side, Makoto Takamura is also nearby.

It's a pity that the crowd was surging at the beginning, but now it's a chore.

"Sure enough, I'm late." Gao Ze looked indifferent. ＼

A primary school student competition, he has long ignored.

In fact, if it wasn't for knowing that Tezuka Kunimitsu, Seiichi Yukimura, and Genichiro Sanada would participate in this competition, a competition for elementary school students, he would not have participated at all.

"I remember that the match between Tezuka and Sanada should be nearby."

Considering that Sanada wants to go back to Kanagawa, the most economical way is to take the subway. Considering the address of Tezuka's house, and the need for a court in the competition venue, there are a lot less places to consider...

(It should be there.)

Sweat, keep staying.

The pride of the morning has long been lost.

Sanada looked at the opponent in front of him unwillingly.

The opponent's strength exceeded his imagination.

From the disdain of knowing the identity of the opponent from the beginning, the pride of playing against the opponent, and the unwillingness to now.

fiasco.

0 to 6, 1 to 6, two consecutive defeats.

There was even one sentence that was deliberately given away by the other party in order to understand Fenglin Volcano.

Completely lost, with no excuses.

"Then let me do it this time," Seiichi Yukimura said.

The indifferent smile disappeared, and there was Sanada, who also had opponents.

This is a formidable enemy.

Hands, trembling because of the opponent.

That is. Even Sanada can't do it, an evenly matched opponent.

"Championship? I'm interested." Tezuka was eager to try. *