[Net King] Unparalleled Lucky

On the second day, Tezuka came to work very early.

In Group A, Yamato won against Hiroto Kusanagi yesterday, and met Tezuka in the final.Due to time constraints, the game had to be postponed to today.

Standing in front of the wall in the corner of the tennis club, he kept hitting back shots.

"Boom. Boom. Boom." The flying tennis ball landed obediently in the center of Tezuka's racket as if it had eyes, and the empty tennis court was filled with the sound of the ball bouncing on the wall.

Suddenly, Tezuka heard footsteps coming slowly.

"It really is Tezuka."

It is the only one.

Tezuka stopped, and the tennis ball was quickly shot to the side due to the elasticity and short-range lash speed.

As soon as he met the racket in his second hand, he hit it against the wall again, "If you don't mind, let me help you warm up."

Tezuka looked at the tennis ball bounced towards his hand and had no choice but to continue, "Ah."

"Tezuka, do you have confidence in your match against Minister Yamato today?" After a long time, Fuji said lightly.

In fact, with Tezuka's current ability and Minister Yamato's hand injury, the possibility of a one-sided game is very high.But in the game in memory, Tezuka only won 6-4.Among them, the left and right of Tezuka are nothing more than psychological factors.However, this kind of teaching and leading the younger generation with a game is really only the Minister Yamato can do it.This game was an opportunity for Tezuka to really grow up.

"I'll do my best."

Sure enough, it was Tezuka's answer.

The ministry's office is upstairs.

"The children nowadays are really energetic." Coach Ryuzaki looked at the two teenagers downstairs who were warming up by hitting the ball back and forth, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, and blinked at Yamato, "I was so noisy early in the morning. The old man is restless."

"But why are you helping one of your children to tell him my home address?" Yamato leaned against the window, resting his head on his hands, and sneered at Coach Ryuzaki's words.

Uh, it was discovered.

Coach Ryuzaki handed Yamato a cup of tea, "Looking at them, it reminds me of when you first entered Qinggaku, how time flies."

"Thank you." After taking the teacup, Yamato turned his head and stared at the two people below for a long time, with an inexplicable expression, "So, the future of Qingxue depends on them..."

Coach Ryuzaki was silent for a while.

Time passed and the tennis club started to get boisterous.

"It's already confirmed that there will be two main elections for the first grade this year. I heard that today is the match between Tezuka and the minister. You said that after Fuji defeats the deputy minister, will Tezuka beat the minister?"

"Ah, I can't say for sure... But Minister Yamato won't be defeated so easily, right? Although it seems that Tezuka's momentum is stronger..."

"Although I really don't want to admit it, every time I see Tezuka, I feel an inexplicable fear."

"On the contrary, Minister Yamato looks very serious..."

"Hey, isn't that a good way to say it?"

"..."

"Pfft——" Hearing these gossips, Fuji couldn't help laughing, he stopped the racket in his hand, and let the tennis ball fall to the ground, "Scary Tezuka, it's getting late, it looks like your Is the game about to start?"

"..." Tezuka stopped his hands helplessly and packed his tennis bag. Now he knew that it was best for him to remain silent in Fuji's state.

As soon as Fuji followed Tezuka to the edge of the court, Kikumaru saw him with sharp eyes: "Fuji~ Tezuka, good morning meow~"

Now Oishi has begun to reveal his nanny nature, following behind Kikumaru and holding his body that was running too fast and almost couldn't stop, a little helpless: "Tezuka, come on!"

"Ah." Tezuka nodded and walked into the court.

When facing Tezuka, Kikumaru has always been very restrained, and when he saw Tezuka leave, he immediately lay on Fuji's body, "Fuji~ You are so late, meow~"

"Ah, I was helping Tezuka to warm up just now." Fuji patted Kikumaru's red head, um, it felt really good, "I definitely came here much earlier than Eiji~"

"Warm up?" The dry man who appeared out of nowhere held the notebook that he never left, "It seems that Tezuka is in good condition today...then you--"

"Ala, the game is about to start." After interrupting Gan, Bu Er seemed to turn his head to look at the field very naturally.

"..."

Was it really ignored?

"The match begins. Third-year Yamato Yudai VS first-year Tezuka Kunimitsu, with Tezuka serving."

Tezuka stared at Yamato's lazy face, with a calmness that didn't fit his age, he threw the ball, bent his knees, jumped, and swung the racket in a standard way - the movements were smooth and coherent.

"Does the current first grade have to be so serious?" Yamato shook his head and returned the ball, "It's prone to premature aging~"

Maybe it's not serious, but facial paralysis?At this time, Yamato still had time to diverge his thinking.

The air around Tezuka suddenly became cold to the extent visible to the naked eye.

"Pfft——" Kikumaru raised his head and laughed, and patted Fuji on the shoulder, "Fuji, Fuji, did you hear that? The minister said that Tezuka was prematurely aging...haha..."

Bu Er smiled, looked at the onlookers who were more or less smiling, and nodded, "I heard it."

Sure enough, as expected of Minister Yamato, at any time, he has the ability to make serious people break their merits.

"Does the minister have to tease Tezuka-kun in such a serious game?" Tsuchiya stood outside the court with deep helplessness in his eyes.

"You don't know him yet?" Kusanagi Hiroto shook his head, "Such words will only arouse Tezuka-kun's fighting spirit. I'm really worried about Yamato~"

That being said, the schadenfreude was palpable on his face.

"If you have time to worry about Yamato, why don't you think about me!" He slapped Cao Jian on the back hard, and Tsuruta, who has always been his doubles partner, had a grim face, "You can't make it to the main draw. Who's the partner? Is Ando that deadly tsundere?"

"Hey, have you thought about Ando in that way?" Cao Jian grinned his teeth because of the pain, and gradually lowered his voice under Tsuruta's strength: "Is there a coach to think about this kind of thing..."

Besides, it was not what he wanted to lose the position of the main election. It was obvious that the minister had to organize some kind of death group, but in the end Tezuka passed all the way, but Kitano and himself were cut off. Group D obviously has only one deputy minister, if he is placed in group D...ah, there is still a good assistant.Cao Jian sighed, the current first grade really doesn't give seniors a chance...

The game on the field began to heat up.

Minister Yamato may be lazy and uninhibited on weekdays, but his tennis style is unexpectedly stable and firm.Maybe there are not many amazing tricks, perfect defense and strong offense are also a different style of play.

Tezuka's zero-cut ball puts a lot of burden on the elbow, and Tezuka can't use it often in games before the bones have fully grown.And Tezuka relied on his familiarity with the opponent's style of play and based on his calm and perfect data calculations.Obviously, now, he still needs to observe Yamato's tennis again.

"Gamewinby Yamato, 2-0."

After two rounds, Tezuka narrowed his eyes slightly, and he was almost ready to fight back.

To meet the flying tennis ball, Tezuka paused his racket hand.Something is wrong, the power of the tennis ball... suddenly became smaller.

He looked at Yamato, whose pace was not chaotic at all, with a flash of thought in his eyes.After only two rounds, Yamato's physical strength should still be at its peak, but why...

Is there any back trick?

Although the weather in early April is not hot, exercising can make people sweat.Therefore, for the convenience of movement on the field, Tezuka wears short-sleeved shorts.

Looking at the combination of Yamato's shorts and long sleeves, as well as the faintly bulging arms, Tezuka's expression froze.

He stopped and let the tennis ball land on his own court.

"Gamewinby Yamato, 3-0."

Facing many puzzled gazes, Tezuka looked serious, with his own stubbornness in his words: "Your arm is injured."

And most of the time, the old injury relapsed. If it continued at this time, it would only aggravate the injury.

"Is the minister injured?" Cao Jian suddenly turned his head and asked towards the earthen house.

"...I don't know." Tsuchiya shook his head, frowned, and then spoke slowly, "You know...he never said anything."

"It's probably true." Tsuruta suddenly said, his dynamic vision has always been the best among them, "When the minister returned the ball, he did increase the strength of his wrist in order to avoid the force of his arm."

What he didn't continue to say was that the load on the wrist was heavy, and Yamato might not be able to hold on for long.

They all fell silent suddenly.

Here, Yamato's hands didn't stop, and there was still a naughty smile on his lips, "But our game is not over yet."

Letting the tennis ball fall in his hand, Tezuka still didn't move, he frowned: "Why?"

At this time, what is more important than your own arm?Thinking of this, Tezuka paused and missed another ball.

Hearing this, Yamato stopped the racket in his hand, and slowly raised his head to look at the sky, his eyes were far away: "I am the head of the tennis department of Qingxue."

After saying this abrupt sentence, he fell silent again.

Then, he raised his hand and hit a ball, and said while running, "As the captain, I have never made any great achievements. Even..."

"...Even the day before yesterday, I was defeated by a first-year player." At this point, he seemed a little embarrassed, touched the back of his head, paused before speaking, "But——"

But... more important than my arm... the dream never stops.He took over the responsibility of his predecessors, and next, he needs to choose a successor who can pass it on.And now... that person appeared.

It's you, Tezuka Kunimitsu.

In an instant, Yamato stopped and stared at Tezuka, his expression was unprecedentedly firm, "However, I have never given up on my dream of entering the whole country."

I didn't give up the goal I set at first.Now, I will pass on all the responsibilities to you again...

"Tezuka," Yamato stopped his racket, looked straight at Tezuka, his eyes covered by sunglasses had a light that no one could understand, "I want you to be the pillar of Qinggaku, to lead Qinggaku...to the national stage."

At this moment, he abandoned the laziness on his body, as if he had everything on his shoulders.

Tezuka seemed to understand something instantly.

He knew what a difficult journey it was, what a heavy responsibility it was, and he also knew how much Yamato, who said these words to him in front of him, trusted him and looked forward to the future.

There was unanimous silence inside and outside the arena.

The game continues.

After a long time, Tezuka opened his mouth and stopped.

His voice was dark, not loud but firm, resounding throughout the stadium, "I promise you."

I promise you, senior.

I will lead Qingxue to the future you expect!

Surrounded by a colorless halo, the tennis balls seemed to be attracted to the boy's hand, centering on one leg, Tezuka's field was brought to the extreme.

After this game, he will shoulder this heavy responsibility, accept the expectations of many people, and go to the whole country.

I will win.There is no more reason to lose.

Tezuka's face was firm.

"Gamewinby Tezuka, 6-4."

Following the referee's voice, Yamato knelt down and the tennis ball landed.Yamato raised his head, the sweat on his forehead fell on the field, he looked at Tezuka against the light, as if he saw the future of Seigaku.

In an instant, there was applause.

How lucky they were to see such a heart-wrenching game.

"Yamato is unexpectedly touching at a certain time." After a long time, Tsuchiya said indifferently, but his eyes were aimed at the side, whose expression had not changed since the beginning, "You already knew it, right?"

"Hmm, maybe?" Bu Er tilted his head, letting the eyes of the four directions scrutinize him, noncommittal.

"I think from Yamato's words just now, what people need to pay more attention to is the first grade who defeated him the day before yesterday?!" Tsuruta hooked Fuji's neck and approached his face, "Do you think so?"

"Even if the senior says so," Fuji said with an innocent face, "I don't know anything?"

"..."

Believe in you, there are ghosts!These are the seniors who have seen through the black-bellied nature of Bu Er.

The author has something to say:

What Yamato said in this chapter is based on the five episodes of Net King Anime No.60.

Due to the need of the plot of the novel, Butterfly added a lot of original plots, please bear with me~