[Net King] The king's elegance

Strange battles always come out of nowhere.

In the dormitory 201, the time is quiet and peaceful. The three people in the plant group are having a friendly exchange meeting with the babies. Gong Ri is lying on the bed, holding a romantic novel borrowed from the library to conduct serious academic research.

Hurrying footsteps sounded outside the door, "Brother, the crazy pillow fight has begun! You'd better hide quickly!" Fuji Yuta slammed the door open, and was knocked down by a pillow thrown from the side just after finishing the news on the ground.

"Yuta-kun!"

This hit the younger brother's weakness, the buckwheat seeds all over the corridor showed how fierce the pillow fight was, so he picked up the scattered pillows and weighed them in his hand, his eyes squinted With a kind smile: "I'll go out for a little exercise." Against the shadows under the lights, a terrible black air appeared around him.

"Let's go and help." Yukimura, wearing pajamas, charged at the forefront of the excitement.

Gong Ri hesitated to speak, and finally bent down to carry the person resigned to his fate: "Take Yuta into the house first, it's not good to lie on the ground." Dare to imagine.

"Jack did that just now." Bai Shi hooked his head and saw the black head flashing past.

It is Lihai's normal state to kill relatives, and Yukimura's smile becomes more and more cheerful.

But is it necessary to be so vicious just to play a pillow fight?Gong Ri lowered his head nimbly, dodging the hidden weapon behind him, just as he stepped forward with his left leg, his right leg was successfully attacked by the wooden hand hidden behind the door.

The fluffy pillows are just like the power of nuclear weapons created by these brats. Seeing Yukimura and Shiraishi getting farther and farther away, Miyahiri watched all directions and listened to all directions. He was forced to show vigilance in the game, so as not to be like a Ninjutsu who fell at the intersection. The same brutal frontal crit.

Dodging left and right, waiting for Gong Ri to finally catch up with the large army, the plant trio had already ended the battle, and returned home with a complete victory at the pace of disapproval, with the unlucky prey lying on the ground behind them.

Gong Ri subconsciously threw away the pillow in his hand, and his [-]:[-] eyesight accurately captured the tears in the eyes of Jack who was rushing to the street, as expected: "It looks like a lot of harvest, I hope everyone can train as usual tomorrow."

Fuji predicted solemnly: "Everyone should have a good dream tonight."

"Pillow fight is a good way to relax. Next time, everyone can participate." Yukimura said unsatisfactorily. Except for Jack and Kirihara, no one from Lihai University participated, which felt a lot less fun.

Please let go of serious people who are still doing business at night.

My own man Sanada stretched out his hand and killed the blood-sucking mosquito on his arm with precision. According to the information provided by the seniors sent by Mifune's coach, the expedition team is about to return to China. The selection competition that the coach said today is a hundred times more important than expected, not only junior high school students will participate However, the high school students on Court No. [-] will also try their best to compete for the final spot, and this is their only chance to climb up.

We must tell Yukimura and the others as soon as possible, and we must not relax in the slightest!

"Bang!" The white 'bomb' interrupted Sanada's train of thought and shattered his sanity.

If time can be turned back, Kirihara swears, he will never team up with Kaitang to have a pillow fight!

"Deputy Minister, hehe, you have worked hard..."

Thinking of how he ran to the deep mountains and old forests at night to feed insects and get news, while the juniors in the team were enjoying the happy entertainment time, Sanada was so angry that he clenched his fists and said, "You bastard, you are too, too slack!"

Although Dogeza arrived late, he is a humble kelp, and he is autistic online.

It is less than a week before the expedition team returns, and the five shuffle battles every day make the best use of time. Even so, many people will use the night to train hard.

"Next time you call me as a sparring partner, you will be charged money." Gong Ri jumped up with a smash and hit Atobe's dead corner.

Atobe's 'perspective eye' has been skillfully used, and he chose the anti-joint position to attack. Miyahi almost tripped his left leg and tripped his right foot, "I should say this, my uncle's time is precious."

The clothes I just changed were scrapped again, Gong Ri grabbed the collar and wanted to pour a few pieces of ice on his neck, Atobe sitting next to him was even more embarrassed than him, his clothes were covered in dust, he pushed himself too hard for responsibility But there is no benefit, Gong Ri couldn't help persuading: "There are so many junior high school students, you can't cover everything."

"My uncle promises a thousand gold, and never breaks his promise."

"But the king alone can't go far, you need to cooperate with people you trust."

The late autumn evening wind passed through the T-shirt, with sticky sweat on it, and Atobe twisted his body uncomfortably: "Why, Yukimura wants to be the leader? To be honest, with his strength, he should be the leader of the junior high school students." people."

"No, Yukimura doesn't want to take care of things at all, this is a rare vacation time."

If he hadn't come to U17, the Lihai University Tennis Club would have completed the transfer of power long ago, not to mention that Yukimura's vision was no longer satisfied with the position of the head of the Tennis Club, and the professional tennis world was the place he wanted to conquer.

"I'm sure I will leave the job site in the future? Have you chosen a club?" Atobe was not surprised to hear Miyahi's answer. For Tezuka Yukimura, team responsibilities would become an invisible burden, and it would be good for everyone to let go of them as soon as possible.

"I know good clubs in the UK and I need to say something."

"I know, I've never been polite to you, and thank you, Jingwu." Gong Ri grinned brightly.

"If you want to thank me, tell Nioh not to phantom Mr. Cost casually!" Thinking of this makes me angry, not only on the court, but also in private as a fraudster.

In the five-day shuffling battle, Miyahi won 22 games and lost three games, two to Irie and Tokugawa, and one to Yukimura. It became a game of pestering Gongri.

"Okay, Mingxuan, it's hidden so deep. In the second grade, I played against Lihai for four days, and I didn't find out." Baishi shook his arm, and the force of Gongri's last ball shook his arm. Ma: "No two, did you know that Mingxuan is so powerful?"

"I competed with Mingxuan in the second grade, so I must know more than you." The black-bellied little bear said half a sentence, and his inscrutable expression made simple things mysterious.

As a result, within half a day, various versions of the reasons for Gong Ri's hidden strength began to be circulated in the training camp.

Kirihara rushed into the 201 dormitory in the pleasant afternoon, "Miyazai-senpai, Miyazai-senpai, did you really make it to the finals in elementary school and then abstain? They say you are the real uncrowned king!"

"Also, I heard that you originally wanted to keep a low profile and hide your strength until you became a dark horse in the world competition, but because you were inspired by Senior Liu to enter Lihai University, now your identity will be exposed in advance."

The Uncrowned King?Inspiration?These are all strange words that came out of nowhere. The kelp-headed child said a lot like a machine gun. Gong Ri was dizzy from hearing it, and only extracted a few key words from it: "When did I abstain from the game? I still have What identity?"

"It's the identity of a master of the hidden world, poof." The book in Nosho's hand covered the corners of his mouth, but he couldn't hold back the laughter in his throat. He glanced at Yukimura who was drawing in the garden outside the window, "The uncrowned king, the king of one person More than ten thousand people, very appropriate."

"One person is under one person and over ten thousand people. It sounds like the powerful officials and eunuchs in ancient China." Baishi immediately thought of the Chinese TV series he watched a few days ago.

Don't think I can't hear you because you have a small voice!Gong Ri's face turned green, picked up a book on the table, pressed it on the head of the seaweed, stared at Baishi and gritted his teeth: "Read more and read newspapers, play less with mobile phones and sleep more!"

No matter how many urban legends there are, they are not as fierce as the storms in nature. The heavy rain and majestic bad weather gave the mice in hell training more opportunities to rest.

"Yukimura-kun, the rainstorm outside won't stop for five hours, you can't go out." Yagyu racked his brains to find a reason to convince his wayward minister.

The five-hour storm was a catastrophic event for the flowers in the flower bed. Yukimura shook the umbrella in his hand and said, "I have prepared an umbrella, don't worry."

"Umbrellas are useless in this weather."

"I'm just going out to have a look, nothing will happen." Yukimura's stubbornness made Yagyu helpless.

Liu Sheng gritted his teeth and said, "Then I'll go with you." Anyway, Xingcun couldn't be allowed to go out alone.

Just when Liu Sheng was about to go back to the room to get an extra umbrella, a voice came from behind, "What are you doing?" The three of them who had just finished the Reversi game in the lounge came.

"Yukimura-kun wants to go out to take care of the flower beds during the rainstorm, and I'm trying to stop it." As expected, Sanada, Yanagi, and Miyahiri all frowned at the same time.

There was a thunderstorm outside the window, it was three o'clock in the afternoon, but the sky was as dark as three o'clock in the morning.

"The rainfall outside has reached 100 millimeters, and the probability of the umbrella being blown away is 100 percent." Liu tried to make sense with the data.

Sanada has seen Yukimura's little waywardness a few times, and the rhetoric he gave is more sophisticated: "Xokimura, you should believe them, living in the wild is their belonging, and they can only grow after experiencing storms."

Sanada and the others finished what they had to say, and Miyahi directly took actions to stop him, "Don't go out, I'll help you go out and see." He said that he wanted to take the black umbrella from Yukimura's hand and prepare to rush out.

I have to say that Sanada’s words are indeed in Yukimura’s heart, and Miyahi’s “impulse” also made him have to give up the idea of ​​​​going out in the rain: “Well, it seems that I lack calmness, so I believe them and hope that the storm will come. Go there early."

"You can always convince me, Sanada."

No, the probability of success two or three times out of ten can only be attributed to luck. Yukimura is rarely influenced by others, and even a ten-year-old boy has no other way to do this.

Seeing Yukimura still looking out of the window from time to time, Liu was afraid that he would change his mind again, "It's just that Xianichiro's eyes are going to the infirmary for reexamination, so let's go with Seichi. If you're not there to supervise, Xianichiro will definitely be perfunctory."

"Did you drop eye drops and apply ointment obediently today?" Yukimura cared 100% about Sanada's eyes, asking about such trivial matters as applying ointment every day, after all, this big brother always thought it was a minor injury.

The crisis is over, and Liu Sheng is busy watching the ending of the mystery novel. Gong Ri has no other arrangements but does not want to be with the Big Three: "I won't go, Atobu invites me to have afternoon tea."

The background of lightning and thunder, the low and gentle symphony, seeing the uninvited younger brother, Atobe snapped his fingers and recommended: "Today's Ceylon black tea tastes good, Huadi." Finally got it back from the hacker Nioh The young master who controls Huadi is in a good mood.

"WUSI."

"Thank you, Birch."

"Hey, although black tea with lemon is a good way to eat it, but you're adding too much!" Seeing Gong Ri put a whole plate of lemons into the teacup without changing his expression, Atobe felt himself The black tea in his hand also tasted bad.

The air is filled with the smell of sour lemons, which makes people want to shed tears from the corners of their mouths. Soaking half a lemon in boiling hot tea is like a punishment game, but Gong Ri enjoys it with great taste. The sour taste is better than the sour heart .

After drinking a cup of tea, my head was sour and my stomach was sour, and my cloudy head was much clearer: "Atobe, do you have any recommendations for books on speaking skills, the kind of books that can improve persuasion skills."

Atobe's eyes seemed to be looking at a fool: "What are you going to do, talk to people about business? Forget it, just like you, you will be seen through before you even open your mouth. You can learn from Tezuka, and you can still bluff by putting on an iceberg face." Bluff."

Miyahi envied Sanada very much, envied him and Yukimura's ten-year childhood time, and the excessive sour taste in his mouth became bitter.

Gong Ri had to admit that at that moment just now he was jealous, jealous of Genichiro Sanada.

After the first cup of lemon punishment tea, the second cup of Gongri made it into a sweet milk tea, mixed with sourness, bitterness and sweetness, and Liu's magical drink is also like this.

"A waste of money! A waste of money! This uncle will never drink afternoon tea with you again!" The exquisite young master completely lost his appetite, "Compared with books on conversation skills, you should read more normal recipes and less talk to Sadaharu and the others." play together."

Miyahi thought that the next time he debated with Marui why he craved sweets, he could confidently say: It is a lie that eating sweets makes you feel better.