[Net King] After I successfully prostituted Yukimura Seiichi

In the final game, the coach won 4:6, but Kurosawa learned a lot from it. In the last few attempts, he almost overtook the score, but was beaten back by the experienced coach.

"Look, it's not like I won't let you go through the back door," the system said arrogantly, "The hardware facilities I gave you are already very complete. If you can't complete the task, it can only mean that you can't do it!"

Kurosawa cut his voice, and he didn't intend to swallow his anger when it came to the issue of a man's dignity, "Isn't this hardware supposed to be? Why do you think that I, a singer and dancer, can be number one in tennis! With my beauty?"

"Didn't I make a mistake in binding at that time!" The system's voice became quieter, and it also reminded him of his mistake in work. When he bound Kurosawa, Kurosawa was singing on the stage.

It was a fast-paced burning song, with countless audiences sitting densely under the stage, shaking the light sticks in their hands rhythmically with the drumbeat.

The system was stunned by the swaying light, and the CPU was stunned, creating the illusion that the person singing on stage was really dazzling, and that he might be good at playing tennis.

That's how a tragedy happened.

Kurosawa stopped talking nonsense with the system of reflecting on Tongsheng, and seized the time of the night to fight a few games with the coach until his whole body was exhausted and his body was soaked in sweat.

After dragging his tired body back home, he took a hot shower to wash off the sweat from his body, and Kurosawa lay down on the bed, not wanting to move a single finger.

This kind of exercise intensity, in the past, would only appear during his sudden dance training, and Kurosawa quickly fell asleep after closing his eyes.

The dream was still unstable, the sound of the tennis ball hitting the ground, the panting sound of him running wildly on the court, until the mission failed in the end, and he knelt down powerlessly on the ground.

Then the dream changed again. Kurosawa was singing on the stage, and the abrupt accompaniment stopped suddenly. Someone asked him loudly why he didn’t continue playing tennis.

Kurosawa also sat up suddenly from the bed at this time, it was a nightmare.

The mobile phone placed on the cabinet next to it dutifully rang the alarm, and it was already the next morning, Kurosawa breathed a sigh of relief, and turned off the alarm of the mobile phone.

After simply eating breakfast, Kurosawa jogged to school with his tennis bag and schoolbag on his back.

He came very early, and there was still a long time before the official class started. Usually this time is the morning training of the sports club.

Since Kurosawa has agreed to the system's mission, he will definitely go all out according to his personality.

He has a clear head and knows that he must seize every minute and every second to catch up with the average level of the tennis club.

Now that he has signed up for the tennis club, he should be allowed to follow the training in the morning, although the first two days of freshman registration are not required to train.

On the way to the tennis court, Kurosawa was attracted by the half of a red head protruding from behind a tree, which looked familiar to him, but there were not many people he knew well in this school, and there were not many people with such conspicuous hair color.

Even though he is in the second grade, Mori Kosaburo still maintains his consistent attitude of fishing, being as lazy as he can, and skipping training as much as he can.

Just after a vacation, his biological clock has not been adjusted yet, so he secretly found a hidden place during the morning training time to catch up on sleep.

But this plan that had already been realized was suddenly stamped out by Kurosawa.

Kurosawa patted Mori Kosaburo on the shoulder, and the latter thought it was the minister, and stood up from the ground with a shiver.

When Kosaburo Mori saw Kurosawa who was squatting on the ground with one hand outstretched, his guard immediately retracted, and he heaved a sigh of relief, "Hoo... Fortunately, it's not the minister, elementary school boy, what are you doing at school so early? Scared I'm dead."

Kurosawa smiled, "Senior, I want to train with the tennis club today, can you take me in?"

"what?"

It was difficult for Mori Kosaburo to understand the thoughts of this kind of person who actively asked for training. He took a step back and shook his head frantically, "No! I managed to avoid the early training!"

"Hey? Senior, please please!" Kurosawa has never been rejected by others. His natural good looks and personality complement each other, just like a "little sun", which can make strangers feel good.

This is his advantage since childhood, and he is very good at taking advantage of it.

Until Mori Kosaburo brought Kurosawa to the tennis court, Mori was still immersed in the dizziness covered by the 'sunshine'.

It wasn't until the minister's iron fist hammered on his head with incomparable precision that Maori realized that the perfect sleep recovery plan he had planned had failed.

And the culprit has successfully mixed into the training team and won the favorability of several seniors.

Moreover, Kurosawa gave him a pure and bright smile in the eyes of Mori Kosaburo looking at him with resentment.

After finishing the training in the tennis club and waving goodbye to the seniors he met just now, Kurosawa returned to the classroom with a smile.

Many students had already come to the classroom, and when they saw Heisawa coming in, someone greeted him kindly. After all, the fact that Heisawa was late yesterday made the whole class remember this sunny and handsome boy.

Greeting back politely, Kurosawa wrote down their names so that we can get along more smoothly in the future. He knows that the most important thing for two people to communicate is to respect each other. If he doesn't know each other's name, even the most basic respect Can't do it anymore.

Kurosawa's deskmate was also one of the early arrivals. He was sitting on the seat and reading a book seriously. After sitting down, Kurosawa greeted him earnestly, "Good morning! Yukimura-san."

Yukimura Seiichi also politely replied, "Good morning, Kurosawa-san."

After finishing speaking, Yukimura Seiichi looked down at the reading material in his hand again, Kurosawa blinked, his intuition was right, his deskmate really meant that strangers should not get close to him.

Although he looks delicate and gentle, he can respond with a smile when others talk to him, but there is a sense of isolation. Kurosawa even feels that the other party is very clear about who is beneficial to him and who is of no value.

Kurosawa usually has the most headaches for such an abnormally clear-headed person. The difficulty level of the strategy is SSS. Kurosawa put such a label on this tablemate in his heart.

Thinking that there would be no more conversations between them in the future, Kurosawa took out the books he needed for class and was seriously signing his name when Yukimura Seichi who was on the side suddenly closed the books in his hand and said, "Kurosawa-san today Did you train with the tennis club in the morning?"

Kurosawa was taken aback. The tennis club's training ground was right next to the main road between the school gate and the teaching building, and students passing by could see it. He nodded, looking at Yukimura Seiki with his blue eyes, "Yes, I want to get in touch sooner."

"I see...but in this morning's practice, Kurosawa-san didn't look like a novice who has never learned before." Yukimura Seichi looked back with a smile.

The gentle smile looked pretty, but Kurosawa, who was facing the smile, felt that the air suddenly felt a little oppressive.

The vigilant dog ears on his head twitched, and the wild intuition that the Sunshine School had always inherited was crazily clamoring for danger at this moment.

Kurosawa straightened his posture and explained, "I'm sorry that there were some mistakes in what I said yesterday. In fact, I learned it for a while when I was a child, but it was abandoned later. I hired a coach last night, so I became more proficient!"

"...I see." Seiichi Yukimura smiled gently, and accepted this explanation that sounded reasonable, "Then I hope we can play tennis together in the tennis club in the future."

After the alarm was lifted, Kurosawa gently scratched the side of his face with one hand, wondering why he felt that this gentle deskmate was dangerous, "Okay, I also hope to be in the same tennis club as someone I know."

He propped up his signature smile, which looked a little silly, but this foolishness turned into an attractive attraction on that blessed face.

Yukimura Seiichi's smile remained unchanged, and no one could guess what was going on in his heart.