[Net King] After I successfully prostituted Yukimura Seiichi

On the court, Watanabe's voice was astonishingly loud, and he didn't mean to take a breath or pause under continuous exercise. Kurosawa's foundation was scolded by him as worthless.

Many first-year students standing on the sidelines felt ashamed for Heisawa. They stood together and whispered in a worried tone. It would be bad if Heisawa was beaten and no longer in the mood to play.

Marui Bunta was also anxious, he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, his red hair was caught in a mess, beside him, the jackal Kuwahara was helplessly comforting him, and he kept pressing down with his palms down, as if trying to make Marui Be quiet.

Compared with Marui, Yukimura and the others are much calmer. Liu Renji has been observing the game, and from time to time wrote some numbers in the notebook that only he can understand.

Rinichiro Watanabe is a tennis player rumored to be poached by a professional team. Before that, he would not personally go on the court to guide training. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to collect information on Rinichiro Watanabe, but Kurosawa was wronged.

Sanada's face was dark and ugly. Although Kurosawa's attitude of challenging himself is very good, but he challenged such a strong opponent as soon as he came here... Could it be that what he said that day was really remembered by Kurosawa...

Nioh Masaharu approached Yukimura Seiichi with a smile on his lips, and asked with a light smile, "I don't think you seem to be worried about Kurosawa, do you think he might win?"

The score on the field has reached a 0:4 situation. It can be said that Kurosawa is now pressed to the ground by Watanabe and has no backhand power.

Yukimura Seichi glanced at Nioh, seeing the curiosity and mischief hidden deep in the other's eyes, Yukimura chuckled lightly, then turned his gaze back to the field, and when Nioh's smile became stiffer and stiffer, he opened his mouth and said firmly , "Kurosawa will definitely not win, so I'm not worried."

"Puff cough cough..." Masaharu Nioh couldn't help laughing out loud, but then realized that Kurosawa was still competing, which would not be kind to future colleagues, so the laughter was suppressed in his mouth and turned into two light coughs .

"Kurosawa's current strength is at most similar to that of the senior students who are not selected. If you talk about the ministerial level, it is definitely a pebble against a stone, and this game is definitely not what Kurosawa wants to fight."

Yukimura Seichi smiled faintly, with imperceptible indifference, his purple-blue eyes reflected Watanabe's shadow, "Kurosawa is a passionate person, maybe he chatted with the minister when he met him Pulled by the minister to play, Kurosawa will not refuse this kind of challenge sent to his door, even if the opponent's strength is someone he can't beat now."

As delicate as Yukimura, he had already guessed the reason behind this sudden match. Although it was almost the same, the balance in his words had already tipped over to Kurosawa.

"Pfft..." Nioh Masaharu listened to Yukimura Seiichi's analysis, and his heart suddenly dawned. Thinking about it this way, it is not impossible. Kurosawa is indeed a person who can wave hello to you from eight feet away.

Kurosawa on the field couldn't hear what they said, and now his mind and eyes were full of that small ball, which was hit by the opponent and he had no backhand power.

Damn it... Kurosawa scolded himself secretly, the sweat on his body had soaked his clothes for free, and his hands were already shaking so much that he could hardly hold the racket steadily.

The hair on his forehead was dripping with sweat, Kurosawa held the racket with one hand, lifted the hem of his clothes with the other hand, and wiped his face vigorously.

Hearing the wind, the girls who had come to watch earlier had screamed outside the tennis court. Kurosawa's reputation is not only in Likai University, but also in other schools in Kanagawa, many people know him.

After all, the short video that has been popular on the Internet for a long time has pushed him to the mobile phones of all girls.

The moment the clothes were lifted up, the lean waist and the abs that had already taken shape were exposed to the air. In the next second, all the boys watching the game on the court heard the frenzied screams and heart-piercing screams from the girls outside. dialogue.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, take a picture, take a picture!"

"Have you seen it? Ahhh, I love this waist!!"

"I'm gone!! I'm really gone!!!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

The girl's voice stood out amidst the crowd of screams, and there was a sudden silence inside and outside the arena. People in the arena who didn't care at first all looked at Kurosawa's waist tacitly when they heard this.

Hmm... really thin.Many members with girlfriends nodded in unison.

Kurosawa, who was used to fans chasing and screaming, couldn't hold back his face at this moment. He pulled down his clothes with a dark face, and even zipped up the jacket that had been opened due to the heat.

Watanabe laughed disdainfully, "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...I'm sorry hahahahahahaha...I didn't expect you to be so popular, but maybe I'm sorry, you, there is no hope of winning this round."

"Senior, I don't even have a girlfriend. Thinking like this might be your fault! So you won't get any points in the future!" Watanabe said with a smile.

...What does this have to do with me... Kurosawa gritted his teeth, it's your fault no matter how unpopular you think!

Kurosawa had already reached his limit, his eyes were soaked in sweat and he could hardly open his eyes, but he still gritted his teeth and followed the tennis ball closely.

Watanabe deliberately hit the ball at the farthest angle from Kurosawa, relying on the opponent's lack of experience and physical strength, deliberately pushing Kurosawa to a desperate situation.

Kurosawa knew the other party's intention, it was nothing more than trying to exhaust his physical strength, his brain thought so, but his body suddenly fell to the ground hard in the next second.

"0:5"

He closed his eyes and gasped for breath, and he could clearly hear the exclamation of the people next to him, as well as the footsteps of someone running here.

"Don't come here!" His voice was angry for the first time, and he slowly stood up with his racket propped on the ground. Kurosawa laughed, half of his sight was blocked by his wet hair, and the shadow made his blue eyes deep. a lot.

He brushed his hair back from his forehead, and the scratches on his fair face revealed a look of rebelliousness and ruthlessness.

Watanabe was stunned for a moment, for some reason there was a sense of fear in his heart, the opponent's aura seemed to have changed, but so what, the score on the court was completely on his side.

"Your round is over, next is my personal show!" Unceremoniously pointing the racket at Watanabe, this is obviously Kurosawa's impatient behavior. Normally, he would not provoke others casually and rudely!

"Ha, I didn't know who was beaten by me just now, so it's too late to talk big!"

It happened to be Watanabe's serve at this time, "Let's decide the outcome in the last game!" He hit the ball with a cold expression.

Watanabe is best at serving. People with poor dynamic vision can't see his serve clearly at all.

Kurosawa had never scored a point on his serve before.

However, in this game, the situation has changed. The moment Watanabe hits the ball, Kurosawa has already started running.

"Bang" the sound of the ball being hit back, Watanabe looked serious, did he see it?And also called back?

Isn't he... exhausted?

Watanabe hit the ball again, his body arched slightly, and he hit the ball with a strange posture.

"It's a ghost ball..." Deputy Minister Nakamura said solemnly. One of Watanabe's famous skills is known for its tricky ball and the creation of a virtual ball in the opposite direction.

Actually using his favorite skills to guide newcomers...Watanabe is too serious...Nakamura frowned and looked at the court.

The two balls that appeared on the field really surprised Kurosawa. He had already seen the ball, but he saw another one out of the corner of his eye.

No wonder, he felt that the ball was not right, Kuisawa changed the target in an instant, and after turning the direction without a pause, he threw his right hand holding the racket, and the racket fell to his left hand after a few laps in the air.

This series of movements was smooth and coherent, chic and capable, the girls screamed again, and bursts of excited cheers came from the sky above the court.

There is no official cheerleading team in Lihai University, just looking at the neat cheering sounds, maybe some uninformed people will mistakenly think that they have joined the Bingdi.

No matter how hard Kurosawa tried, the gap in physical strength and score still dragged his footsteps.

"1:6...Watanabe Victory..." The referee was obviously not happy. He said the score softly, frowning.

Being able to win a round with perseverance and a sudden burst of fighting spirit at the end is already very commendable.

But obviously, everyone is not satisfied with the result. That young man who is like the scorching sun should always win.

Kurosawa held back his smile, slowly raised his trembling legs and walked towards Watanabe step by step. The opponent stood in front of the net and stretched out his hand. Of course, Kurosawa, who had calmed down all negative emotions, could not ignore it.

He tried his best to speak continuously, "Ah, Minister, thank you for your advice..." He stretched out his hand to hold Watanabe's hand, and his eyes went dark for a second.

"Just don't blame me." Rinichiro Watanabe looked at the tired young man in his arms gently, and patted the other side's back lightly. In the next second, Watanabe froze.

The freshmen headed by Yukimura Seiichi had already surrounded him. Yukimura Seiichi, who was highly regarded by Watanabe, smiled brightly, but his voice was cold and thorough, "Minister also sees Kurosawa's thin waist, so he is not willing to let go?"

Yukimura Seichi's words made Watanabe let go in a hurry. His face was flushed, and he stood there helpless, watching Genichiro Sanada lift Kurosawa on his back, and the freshmen left the stadium in groups.

Seiichi Yukimura, who was walking at the end, paused, turned his head and glanced at Watanabe again, and added, "After all, Minister Watanabe, who doesn't have a girlfriend, must be very envious of Kurosawa!"

Watanabe smiled wryly and shook his head, Mori Kosaburo walked up to him sympathetically, and patted his shoulder, "Minister, come on!"

After he left, the rest of the main candidates also stepped forward one by one, everyone with an understanding expression, "Minister, it's okay! Only three of us have girlfriends, and we are all single, so we all understand! "

"The elementary school boy is already good-looking, and there is nothing wrong with you liking the minister!"

"Near water and towers come first, Minister, come on!"

"Get lost!" Watanabe angrily drove away the gloating Zhengxuan, and said to Nakamura, who was holding back his laughter, "Laugh if you want!"

"Pfft ha ha ha," Nakamura waved his hand, "now you know the danger of newcomers!"

"Ha, it's really scary..." Watanabe smiled bitterly, "But I can rest assured that it will be no problem to hand over the tennis club to them, and I won't be bullied by outsiders..."

"But why... Didn't you say that you don't know how to use tricks to deal with newcomers? I think the injuries on his body are quite serious, especially on his face. If there are scars, those girls will kill you!"

"I'm just... I used to be measured, but I felt something was wrong from the very beginning of the game. I felt... Uh, I seemed to be bewitched. It probably felt like this. I wanted him to win."

"Do you know how shocked I was when I realized this idea? He can make me lose my fighting spirit...so I can only press him to play, otherwise I feel that as long as I play against him, I will It's over..."

Nakamura's tone was also lowered a lot, "Is it a mental attack..."

The author has something to say: Regarding the last chapter, it came to an abrupt end, which made everyone appetite. First of all, I would like to apologize.

Because, er, how should I put it, first of all, I don’t know much about tennis, so when I write about games, I’m always serious about Calvin, and it’s too difficult to write about tennis with a fifth-level sports disability.

And then, there's the shame, you know...

Because there are too many unbelievable tennis in Wang Wang, killer tennis, black hole and so on... I read that the comment said music tennis, I really want to combine it with music, after all, it can’t overlap with the skills of the princes, right?

So what this brings to me is a little bit of shame... I am too old, I feel that such a surreal tennis is really, I can't keep up_(:з」∠)_