[Net King] After I successfully prostituted Yukimura Seiichi

On a rare weekend, Kurosawa also slacked off and slept until after nine o'clock. He didn't open his eyes until the phone rang. He stared at the ceiling in a daze for a while before answering the phone.

"Hi, good morning, Marui."

He had exchanged contact information with Marui Bunta before.

Through the phone, Marui's voice was still full of energy, "Good morning, Kurosawa, what are your plans for today?"

"Get your homework done in the morning, let's go play in the afternoon." Kurosawa got up and dressed, with his head on his shoulder and his phone pressed down.

"Then let's go to practice together in the afternoon!" Fumita Marui was very happy. When he first entered junior high school, Kurosawa could be regarded as his best friend.

"Okay." Kurosawa responded readily. After all, one is also practicing, and two are also practicing. It's better to be with friends. It just so happens that Marui's skills are much better than his, so he can take the opportunity to learn.

After chatting for a few more words, Kurosawa hung up the phone.

In the morning, he roughly wrote his homework. If mathematics is not counted, Kuisawa put aside the half-written mathematics without any burden. He still has to play ball in the afternoon, so he can't swim in mathematics...

This is of course the self-comfort of [Death in Mathematics].

Every time he goes out is a sense of ritual, even for a few days at school, Kurosawa takes a serious look in the mirror for a long time before going out.

He and Marui arrived at the appointed tennis court almost at the same time, both of them had a sense of time, Kurosawa smiled and rushed to Marui and waved.

"Yo! Marui, you look handsome today!"

Today, Marui is wearing a light gray-blue sportswear, which is very different from the usual dark green school uniform and khaki team uniform. After all, light-colored clothes will look lighter.

Marui smiled embarrassedly, and scratched his head, "Don't praise me, who doesn't know that our Kurosawa classmate has become popular all over the Internet!"

"What?" Kurosawa didn't quite understand what Marui meant.

Marui Bunta took out his phone, called up a video, and handed it to Kurosawa, "No, your video, I didn't expect Kurosawa to sing!"

Kurosawa took a quick look and realized that this was the video of him singing yesterday evening, and it should be the people watching around him. The picture was a little shaken, but no one spoke at the time, so the singing was surprisingly clear.

In fact, Kurosawa can also expect that, after all, he is confident in his strength, so many people would be ghosts if no one took pictures.

And once uploaded to the Internet, even the crudest pixels, the main sound is clear, Kurosawa knew he would be popular.

"Brother still has a lot of specialties that you haven't discovered!" Kurosawa blinked at Marui, who continued to laugh puzzledly, and the two brothers hugged Kurosawa's shoulders nicely.

"Well, these things don't matter, let's find an empty stadium!"

Kurosawa touched his nose, put the incident behind him, and followed Marui to the stadium.

There were a lot of people practicing on the weekend, and the two of them walked for a long time without seeing any free courts.

Kurosawa looked left and right, his eyes stopped at one place, he stretched out his hand and pulled Marui, pointed over there, "Look, is that a jackal?"

The skin of the jackal Kuwahara can be said to be very obvious, especially with the feature of bald head, it is obviously the jackal Kuwahara they know.

But the opponent seems to be in a bit of trouble now. On that court, the Jackal is surrounded by three people. Those three people are obviously older, and they don't look like good people.

They both belong to the tennis club. It would be too much to say that they would not save them. Moreover, both Kurosawa and Marui are kind-hearted teenagers. When they see a friend in trouble, they naturally have to go and have a look.

"Jackal!" Kurosawa greeted first, attracting the four people over there to look over. The Jackal was obviously surprised, but the other three were impatient to be interrupted.

"What's up, kid, I've found a helper!" The leader looked at the jackal Kuwahara impatiently.

Jackal didn't answer, but looked at Kurosawa and Marui in surprise, "Why do you..."

"We're here to play!" Kurosawa explained.

"Yes, but there are people using the stadium, and then you will see you when you walk in!" Marui added.

The Jackal was still very calm surrounded by three people. He pointed to the three people, "I am in a similar situation, but I just found a free court to practice for a while, and I was stopped by the three of them."

"Hey! Where are you practicing alone?" The person opposite complained, "Do you have to occupy a court by yourself?"

"The court is about first come, first served. I come first, so naturally I use it." Jackal Kuwahara replied.

Kurosawa nodded, "That's right, not to mention there are three of us now, so it's not like one person occupies the court!"

The three people looked at each other, and one of them said, "How about this, there are three of us, how about a competition? Whichever team wins, the court will belong to whoever!"

There is no need to talk nonsense about things that can be solved with tennis balls.

The three of Kurosawa looked at each other, full of fighting spirit, and finally Kurosawa nodded, "Okay!"

The three people on the opposite side thought they were still children, so one of them went onto the court with a sneer, and it was too arbitrary to underestimate the enemy before the game.

The first player to play was the jackal Kuwahara. As the source of this competition, he was naturally embarrassed.

At the beginning of the match, the two were evenly matched, but as time went by, Kurosawa could see that the physical strength of the opposite person couldn't keep up. Instead, it was Jackal who was a few years younger than them. He didn't sweat at all, and he couldn't even breathe. None were disturbed.

He had experienced the jackal's physical strength during training, but now it seemed that it was just the tip of the jackal's iceberg.

With the first victory as the basis, Marui Bunta, who couldn't wait for the second game, started his performance.

Compared with the steady and steady play of the jackal, Marui is more flexible and tricky, and even has some gorgeous performances.

The opponent's strength was indeed not as good as the confidence they showed, and Marui won the second game with ease.

There was no need for the third game. The opponent may have wanted to save face, or it may be the strongest of the three who played in the end, and they chose to continue the game.

Kurosawa naturally didn't care, picked up the racket and walked over.

Watching Kurosawa play is a pure enjoyment, not only because he is good-looking, but also his movements are very dexterous and chic, as if he can perform a street dance for you by wearing hip-hop clothes.

The sound of hitting the ball came to my ears, and Jackal Kuwahara listened carefully, and then said, "It's really not an illusion. I discovered it during the training that day. Kurosawa's hitting sound is different from ours."

"Ah," Marui agreed. He liked the sound of hitting the ball very much, but the sound of his own hitting the ball was not as good as Kurosawa's.