[Net King] The Crown of Tennis

After returning home, Yukimura thought carefully about the possibility of directly becoming a minister in the first grade. He had to let everyone see his overwhelming strength, not just his opponent.But something like tennis prowess is not a thought, can it be visualized?

"How do you let others see that you are strong?" An Ji's mother was a little puzzled holding the fruit plate, how could her always gentle eldest son have such a domineering idea.

"En~Jingshi can try to intimidate the world with sharp eyes, how about it, do you want to learn from Dad?" Ming Hao sat dignifiedly on the sofa in the living room, winking at his wife. [Seiichi has already reached the age of sophomore. ]

"..." Yukimura felt that it was necessary to find an opportunity to settle accounts with his father.

"I was serious."

"Of course~ Dad knows you are serious."

"Oh? Then can you ask your domineering father to show us the sharp eyes that can intimidate everyone?"

"..." Ming Hao choked for a rare moment.He squinted his eyes. [A little unhappy. ]

"Brother Seichi, you can wear a coat." Yumi threw herself at Yukimura from behind and leaned on his shoulder, "The powerful people you see on TV are all wearing coats, hugging each other, they look very cute Have style."

"Yumi! You're watching those messy soap operas again." An Ji got up and looked for the remote control board to put it away.

"Ah! Mom, I was wrong."

"..."

[Playing tennis with a coat on?Will it be a little disrespectful to the opponent? ] Yukimura was a little confused.

Yukimura stood in front of the closet in his room and looked up and down at himself in the coat.

[It seems to be a little less imposing. ]

Arms folded in a pose.

[almost. ]

[Ah~ what a shame.Why should I do this. ] Yukimura looked at himself in the mirror and silently covered his face.

On weekends, Yukimura declines an invitation to play tennis with Sanada.

Then he quietly went to an AT club farther away from Sanada house.

Then there was no more, Yukimura looked at the coat that fell on the ground, picked it up again and put it on his body.

It's not that I didn't think about directly sewing it or Velcro or something, but sewing or hidden buttons are too easy to reveal, and Velcro will have traces.Furthermore——

Yukimura imagined the scene where he slid his left hand over his right shoulder, pulled down his jacket and threw it to Sanada who was beside him.

[Ah~ so touching. ]

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Yukimura was still unable to hit a full overhand serve with his jacket on.So he chose to practice the first serve as the next best thing. Although the speed and strength have been greatly reduced, it is possible to make up for it in terms of skills.

Sanada found that Yukimura was acting weird these past few days, since he went to see the tennis club of the High School Affiliated to Lihai University.It's fine if you don't play with me, and you still smile at him mysteriously.Of course he didn't dare to ask.

[Could it be that you have some plans with Liu Jun in private? ]

At this time, Yukimura was practicing forehand and backhand with the serve machine in the club's single tennis court.

The interval between the two serving machines is very short, and one serves to the bottom line on the right, and the other serves to the backhand area of ​​the frontcourt.When I first started practicing, I had to drop my coat almost every time I surfed the Internet, and there were times when I swung my racket backhand, but now it is much better when surfing the Internet.

[Is it really impossible to play SLR? ]

"Ah." It fell again.

"Puri."

[who! ] Yukimura looked towards the door, and then saw a boy with white hair and pigtails leaning halfway through the door.

[White-haired fox? ] Yukimura didn't want to describe it that way, but the smile on that white haired face was very intriguing.

Yukimura looked as usual, he didn't care about the coat on the ground, and tapped the palm of his left hand with his right hand horizontally.He stared at the person at the door, waiting for an explanation.

"Well, I just went to the wrong door, really." He stretched out his right hand and played with his little braid.

"So, since you're all here, why don't you introduce yourself?"

"Hi~ My name is Nioh Masaharu."

"I'm Yukimura Seiichi." Yukimura went to turn off the server.Turning around, he showed a bright smile to King Ni: "Have a plate?"

"Is this okay?" Nioh said, but he had already walked in to help Yukimura tidy up the tennis balls.

"hehe:)"

Nioh, who had just played tennis for two months, was brutally abused by Yukimura.

It's not that Nioh can't catch the ball, but to test Nioh's limit step by step, and then hit the ball to the place where Nioh can catch it with his efforts-with a not-so-pretty posture.

"piyo." Nioh, who was so tired and lay down on the ground, felt so innocent.He really just accidentally went to the wrong door, and accidentally saw the scene where the dark blue-haired boy hit a smart backhand and dropped his coat on the ground, that's all. [It seems that he has offended some serious person unconsciously. ]

"Be careful of catching a cold." Yukimura threw his coat on Nioh and left.

"Don't you want a coat?"

Yukimura turned around and gave Nioh a meaningful smile.

"Leave a memory for you."

If possible, he doesn't want to see this Nioh-kun again, on any occasion related to tennis.

The next day Yukimura still came to play at the AT club.He researched the situation of the nearby tennis clubs last night, and after much deliberation, this club is the most suitable. Another club that Sanada has never been to and has a single court will take another half an hour to walk.

This time he didn't meet that "acquaintance", Yukimura heaved a sigh of relief, locked the door and practiced his backhand with his coat on.

To fully play a one-handed backhand, you need to stretch your entire body. Yukimura has tried many times, but even if the jacket doesn’t come off, he is still in a precarious situation. He can’t tidy up his jacket every time he plays a one-handed backhand, can he?

Yukimura gave up the jacket SLR, which means that when he puts on the jacket, he can only use the forehand or both hands to hit the backhand, which requires faster prediction and positioning.

Then there is the high pressure ball, to put it bluntly, it is a smash.Yukimura just wanted to sigh. It was the same as the overhand serve. The high-pressure ball couldn't be played with a jacket on. He could only take a step back and use other ball shapes to solve it.

[What am I doing? ]

The author has something to say:

Yes, I really think the jacket in the original book is too incredible, so it is more tangled here.

Even if you remove the action that seems to make you lose your coat...it will still be unbelievable, just treat me as a serious nonsense.

Volume Two: Country One