Doomsday Madman: The Prince of Tennis

The summer is deep and the night breeze is cool.

Ming Yang walked home from the extreme sky at night, and saw a familiar figure before entering the yard.

Wearing the uniform of the Lihai Brigade, the body is slender and straight, and the black brim of the hat covers half of the face, only the straight bridge of the nose and sharp lips can be seen.Standing there quietly, with a kind of silent and reassuring gentleness.

"Uncle idiot." Ming Yang muttered softly.

Sanada seemed to feel something, and raised his eyes to look at Naruto.

"Uncle, I'm hungry." Ming Yang looked up at him.

Sanada reached out and clasped Naruto's wrist, tilted his head and asked in a low voice, "Eat ramen?"

Mingyang looked at him with raised eyebrows: "You do?" Sanada glanced at him, actually nodded, and pulled Mingyang towards the gate.Ming Yang couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth, and poked Sanada's arm: "You need to upgrade your kitchen skills, otherwise I will only be able to eat ramen for the rest of my life."

Sanada stopped abruptly, and the palm that clasped Naruto's wrist suddenly tightened.

His dark brown eyes were deep and boundless, reflecting Naruto's dazed face.

lifetime.I have long since had the consciousness to throw everything away, and what I did was just these three words.

He thought, even if one day I die, I will crawl out of hell and rub Naruo Inaba into my soul.

This unreasonable and crazy thought came out from the bottom of his heart uncontrollably. It was not until a long time later that he discovered that everyone, including himself, did not really understand himself.

Perhaps, he was born with a crazy and dark factor buried in his blood, and it was not until he met Naruo Inaba that he saw his true self clearly.

On the sofa in the living room, Mingyang was eating happily with a large bowl of ramen. The little monster nestled in a ball on his head. Two little paws grabbed Mingyang's clothes, turned his head to look at the ramen in Mingyang's bowl.

Ming Yang tapped the little monster's head with his fingers, "It's not for you, be honest."

The little monster withdrew its head and continued to drool into the noodle bowl.

A smile flashed across the corner of Sanada's mouth, and he reached out to take the little monster.The little monster flicked its tail, looking arrogant.

Ming Yang stared, "Don't get used to it, it's lawless."

Sanada looked at Mingyang, and said four words very earnestly: "Favour and follow the master."

Ming Yang: "..." The honest man made a joke that made people speechless.

Sanada carried the little monster to the kitchen, used its special plate to mix noodles for it, and took the special snacks that Naruto had prepared for it from the refrigerator.The little monster flicked its tail, rubbed against Sanada's arm in a perfunctory manner, then jumped to the ground and began to eat bitterly.

By the time Sanada left the kitchen, someone had already fallen asleep on the sofa holding an empty noodle bowl.

The warm light shone on his delicate and profound facial features, adding a kind of quiet softness, and at the same time, there was a faint tiredness hidden between the brows.

Sanada took the noodle bowl from his hand and covered him with a thin blanket.

The palm brushed against Ming Yang's cheek, and his fingertips gently pressed the center of his brow, and Ming Yang gently rubbed his palm, sleeping more soundly.

Sanada stared at him quietly, with a deep silence in his eyes.Finally, she lowered her head and placed a kiss on his forehead.

The next day, the tennis club gathered in Lihai for a plenary summary meeting.

After the meeting, there was a training camp that had been arranged for all the school team members before the official selection.

The location of the training camp this time was not chosen at Naruo's training ground, but at the hot spring hotel opened by Liu's family on Karuizawa Mountain.

That afternoon, Feng drove them to their destination.After tidying up and saluting, Ming Yang called all the staff together.

"First of all, congratulations on our [-] consecutive championships in the Kanto Contest. Lihai University has won the Kanto Championship [-] times in a row, but there is no way to win any of the national championships. Therefore, you should know the purpose of this special training gone."

Hearing Ming Yang's words, everyone in the tennis club looked serious. Of course they all knew that the national competition was the time to really test their strength. It is divided among the top tennis schools in Kansai and Kyushu.

"Now your physical fitness training has reached an upper limit, the training needs to be done step by step in the later stage, and the current high-intensity training is not good for your body. Therefore, the plan for this special training is to conduct basic training in the morning and draw lots for practice matches in the afternoon. , I will be a training partner for everyone."

As soon as the words fell, the members of the tennis club were somewhat surprised, thinking that it was another cruel training session!

Seeing everyone's expressions, Mingyang continued with a smile: "In order to mobilize everyone's enthusiasm, the practice match will be held in the form of lottery. As long as the red lottery is drawn, I will be the partner. Anyone who loses the game against me, After the game, I will be responsible for being everyone's life assistant, and preparing entertainment activities to relax everyone's mood, so that everyone can maintain the best mental state to prepare for the national competition."

Everyone in the tennis club: "..." You know that the big devil is not so easy to talk to.

"Ah, I almost forgot," Mingyang continued to smile and said: "The practice match starts tomorrow, and today's arduous and glorious task is left to the only senior who lost in the Kanto competition."

The only Maoli who lost: "..." I can't beat Tezuka, blame me!

The others pretended not to see the sad face of the only third-year senior, and prepared to move freely.Liu, as the owner here, was embarrassed to leave Mao Li alone, so Liu, who was very fond of his classmates, stayed to help Mao Li.

Mao Li burst into tears of gratitude, Liu hooked his lips slightly, and smiled as elegantly as a lotus, "You're welcome, as long as you don't get abused so badly by your junior next time, that's fine."

Mao Li: "..." Sure enough, what my classmates love is because I think too much.

The hot spring hotel in Liu’s family is located on the hillside of Karuizawa. The scenery is beautiful. Once you leave the hotel, you will see a lush forest. For the hustle and bustle of the metropolis, it is a rare tranquility and wildness.

Therefore, no one else stayed in the hotel except Liu and Mori.

It wasn't until dusk fell that people returned one after another.

When Ming Yang returned to the hotel, the sky was completely dark, and as soon as he entered the yard, he could smell the strong aroma of food.

Wen Tai was drooling at the delicious food on the table, and his eyes lit up when he saw Ming Yang and Sanada come back: "Vice Minister, the instructor, hurry up, you two can start it." In front of Ming Yang On the other hand, Mrs. Wen would never dare to call the title of the Great Demon King, so she chose the title of instructor, which is between a manager and a coach.

Mingyang waved lazily, and said while going upstairs: You guys start first!I'm going to take a shower and get down right away. "

While talking, there were two people going downstairs side by side on the stairs. Ming Yang subconsciously turned his body sideways, but I don't know if it was because the stairs were narrow and the people going downstairs were walking in a hurry, but Ming Yang didn't dodge. The body was hit and fell backwards.

Sanada, who was following behind him, supported his body quickly with eyes and hands, slightly surprised in his heart, but looked calmly at the person who bumped into Naruto.

The man realized that he had bumped into someone, and he was apologizing to Mingyang, uttering a series of fluent English.Naruto didn't respond after talking for a long time, thinking that Naruto didn't understand English, and switched to stuttering Japanese, "I'm sorry, I'm... in a hurry to go out, so... very... sorry... ..."

Mingyang took a close look at the person who apologized in Japanese. He was a foreign youth with long hair. Compared with the average European and American, he looked very thin. A sense of enchantment.The moment he met Ming Yang's eyes, his red pupils shrank sharply, but soon lowered his gaze.

Ming Yang hooked the corners of his mouth, and replied in English: "It's okay, don't worry about it so much." After speaking, he lazily went upstairs with the little monster on his head.

The long-haired young man nodded politely to Sanada, and left the hotel with the silent tall man who had been following behind him.

Sanada looked away and walked up the stairs.

Wentai looked at Sanada's back and lamented: "Deputy Minister Sanada and the big devil are like conjoined twins. It's strange. I haven't seen the deputy minister so close to anyone before!"

Except for the bewildered Kirihara, the expressions of the others were slightly weird, but they soon returned to normal.

Wen Tai is a standard foodie. When Mingyang and Sanada went downstairs, he had completely forgotten his emotion just now, and he threw himself on the table and let out a happy cry. Finally, he started, and soon his mouth was full of food.

With Liu's enthusiastic help, Mao Li finally successfully tossed out delicious food that satisfies everyone, and sincerely promised that everyone would be an uncle tonight, as long as there was a request, he would be there on call.

So, all the juniors rudely summoned the only third-year senior in the tennis team.And without the slightest sense of guilt.

After a meal, Maori felt that if he accidentally lost again in the future, he would rather be sanctioned by Sanada with an iron fist than cut his flesh with a soft knife.

The stars are like weaving, and the night is like water.

Sanada walked through the winding wooden corridor, and through the warm lights in the corridor, he could see someone who came out to escape, half leaning comfortably on a thick tree trunk, holding a light green glass bottle in his hand Drinking vigorously.

Sanada took a deep breath, keenly aware of the faint scent of wine in the air.Sanada looked up at Naruo: "Are you drinking?"

Ming Yang shook the empty glass bottle, shook his feet innocently and complained: "It doesn't taste too good either."

Sanada took a few steps forward, and within sight, he was facing someone's dangling feet and fair calves.

The weather was hot in July, and Ming Yang was greedy for coolness. After taking a bath, he immediately put on a black vest and shorts, and a pair of ordinary flip-flops on his feet.

The two extreme colors of black and white collide with a contradictory and unique attraction, just like when we first saw it.

The sharpness is unstoppable, Dieli is hard to say.

Sanada came back to his senses and realized that every detail of the scene when the two of them first met was firmly engraved in his memory like a sculpture, and no matter how long the time passed, it would not fade.

At that time, even Naruo Inaba's expression of raised eyebrows and even the slight squint of his eyes were deeply settled in the depths of the sea of ​​memory. As long as he thought about it for a while, those memories were like surging waves, which made his whole body They are all involved in the beautiful and gentle deep sea.