[Net King] Live up to the original

The bear child seems to be rebellious.

The specific manifestation is that the bear boy quit the tennis club to play basketball.

Guan Chuchu, who is the manager of the tennis team and a regular player, said that he was very worried about the bear kids but there was nothing he could do.

What's more, his family is letting it go, as if he wants to see what the brat can do.

Therefore, Guan Yue couldn't do this, he couldn't go forward and bring Echizen Ryoma back.

Although it may sound cold-blooded to say this, in fact, what Echizen Ryoma does has no direct connection with Guanyue, so he is not qualified to do anything.

This is the sorrow of this world, and this is the sorrow of Guan Yue.

But not Echizen Ryoma's sorrow.

He should learn to take responsibility for his own decisions, long overdue.

To put it simply, the bear child should grow up.

Grow up to be a brat who is not a brat.

"Tsk, Guanyue, do you like being bound by tennis balls so much?" Echizen Ryoma sneered, with a tennis bag at his feet that he hadn't even touched for many days, holding a basketball that didn't match his height at all, looking ridiculous And sad.

Guan Yue suddenly remembered how this brat grew up.From toys in infancy, to teaching in childhood, to independent learning in childhood.Echizen Ryoma's whole body seemed to be filled with tennis balls, and there was no room for anything else except tennis balls.

That's why there is a period of rebellion, Guan Yue smiled wryly.Because I don't know why I started, and why I persisted, Echizen Ryoma, who couldn't see his love for tennis, started to try it as a matter of course. Isn't this normal?This is probably the purpose of Nanjiro, to let this brat realize his true heart.He thought that Nanjiro didn't care about that brat, but he was really stupid once in a while.

Guan Yue complained about his stupidity from the bottom of his heart, then continued to record the data of each member of the tennis club with a blank face, and happily tailored a new training plan for them.

Well, since he decided to practice more, of course it would be interesting to bring a few more people together.Guan Yue said there was nothing wrong with this.

"Hey, elementary school students over there, can you make room for us!"

Ding!Middle school student No. [-] is online.

"It's okay to get out of the way now, but I can't guarantee what will happen if you are stubborn."

Ding!Middle school student No. [-] is online.

"Joe, don't scare the kids. It looks like the oldest is only in the fifth grade. He's really young. Huh? Boss, look, the leader seems to be a subspecies!"

Ding!Middle school student No. [-] is online.

"Hey, little girl, are you the leader here? That's really amazing, for an Asian." The one who walked in front of Guan Yue was not one of the three people in front, but a boy who walked behind them, They don't look much older than Guan Yue, but they seem to have a high status among this group of people.

"Sorry, sir, I'm a boy, and besides, I'm just a manager." As if responding to that "little girl", Guan Yue sarcastically used "sir" who was definitely not up to that boy's age.

Sure enough, the boy was choked and speechless, and then he was teased by the middle school student No. [-] for not being able to tell the gender of others, and he also mocked Guan Yue's overly delicate and androgynous face by the way.

This time, Guan Yue was not annoyed anymore, it was just a little funny, because he really didn't know how to get angry with someone who had no brains from beginning to end.

Look up and down.

The average height is higher than 1.7 meters. Westerners have big bones and grow fast, so the inferred age is about 13 to 17 years old. So, high school students?

Guan Yue doesn’t have enough experience in inferring the age of Westerners. In other words, it’s a little difficult for him. After all, adolescents are different every day, so it’s hard to say.

It's just that this is not the reason for Guan Yue to give up observing, nothing is enough to be a reason for Guan Yue to give up his eyes.

Maybe except for that person's sudden departure, that's a later story, let's not mention it for the time being.

There are five tennis bags on the right shoulder and one on the left shoulder. The tennis balls seem to be stuffed directly into the pockets. Are they just after school?Impossible, at this point, the general school would have dismissed early, and the non-dismissed schools would have to wait for more than an hour before dismissing, so, did they not go at all?Or leave early?The last possibility is to drop out of school.

Hmm, which one is it?Guan Yue's fingers unconsciously wrapped around the soft hair.

Wait a minute, tattoo?

Watch the first shock of the first month of the month.

He smiled lowly.

This is really interesting, whether it is people or things.

"Subspecies, hey, don't look at us like that, none of us are racist, I just don't know how to call you, I just borrowed a court." Middle school student No. [-] leaned his ball bag against the wall, looking sure Will let out the posture.

Guan Yue looked back at the group of people he brought, "I'm sorry I refused, we have agreed with the people who play streetball here, just us, one afternoon, and we won't come later. We really have something to do today ,Sorry."

"How do you say that in a Chinese saying? You are toasting and not eating fine wine! If you want to be beaten and say it, we can satisfy you." Middle school student No. [-] approached, with a very bad tone and attitude.

"Sorry, no matter what you say, we can't let the stadium, you can talk to the people who used to play here...uh!"

Guan Yue's collar was raised, although he had difficulty breathing, he still didn't say anything.

"Forget it, it's meaningless to make a big fight. Let's play a game. You and Mike play a game. It's not a tie-break, otherwise it's unfair based on your physical strength."

"You win, let's go, we win, you go somewhere else."

"Okay, I agree."

"No comment."

Guan Yue finally discovered something they had been hiding in the opponent's serve game.

Mike, the big boy who called him the little girl, was not as approachable as he appeared, and his performance in tennis was almost brutal, which is the so-called violent tennis.

Guan Yue was simply indifferent to violent tennis, not as disgusted as many people.Or maybe it is gradually infected by the free atmosphere in the United States. The American tennis world still maintains the principle of neither supporting nor opposing violent tennis, and agrees that it is qualified as a tennis style to appear in regular competitions. restrictions, but there is no effective restriction on violent tennis players.

Mike's tennis is purely physical violence. After only a few balls, he understood why Mike chose violent tennis.

Really, very cool.

This is the inferiority of being a human being. Seeing one's opponent get hurt or being knocked down again and again by oneself is really a sense of joy that arises spontaneously.Even if you tell yourself that this is wrong, there is no way to completely suppress your emotions for a moment.

He saw from the eyes of the boy on the opposite side, the kind of cheerful light that kept flashing, especially when he didn't dodge the boy's ball, the light was more obvious.

Bang!

He seemed to see something again, not just pleasure.

Change field.

"It's already 3-0, I thought how good you are, well, anyway, I always read the wrong person. Look at the time, you can use all the courts in 15 minutes, boss, you can already start activities oh."

"I'm sorry, I have already understood all your data, and the script has been written. My script is perfect, so it can be over, this farce." Guan Yue's empty fingers wrapped around his hair again , smiling with a flat face, learning the kind of smile of the Echizen family.

What do you mean?

Mike had a puzzled expression on his face. After three rounds, he didn't feel Guanyue's skills. He just thought it was a bit difficult to play, but he could overcome it quickly.

"The script of Guanyue is finally finished!"

"I thought the guy was going to play a few more rounds to give the big guy a little mental blow."

"Do you think Guanyue is you, idiot?"

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For some reason, Mike became restless.

Serving, raising hands, throwing up, hitting out, nothing seemed wrong.

Mike raised his eyes, but saw that the person on the opposite side had already set his posture the moment he threw the ball, as if he already knew where the ball would land.

How can it be? !

How is it impossible?Guan Yue smiled and said that his script was perfect, so he would not lose.

In the next six innings, Mike didn't win a single ball, and he kept getting irritated by watching the moon and conceding balls like a firecracker.All the balls are not good for him, and there are even some balls that no one is more familiar with than him, and they are hit to the dead corner that he can't catch.

This is violent tennis, not just tennis that only brings physical pain like him, but a kind of oppression that is closer to psychology. This is the so-called mental violence. Mike was on the verge of breaking down, and he had no intention of going any further.

Terrible, the feeling no one would want to have a second time.The endless negative emotions seemed to be screams from hell, and the sense of powerlessness made him seem to be pulled into the ground by an invisible hand, and then he became a walking dead.

That's right, The Walking Dead.

He feels like a walking dead now, with a mind but no control over his body.Fear fell on him like a curtain, which was obviously loose, but he couldn't escape.

Mike vaguely saw the curve of the black-haired pretty boy's lips, and finally gave up even the last trace of resistance.

It turned out that from the very beginning, the other party was playing with him.His success just now, his proud and self-satisfied words, and his disdainful tone are all just the things he can get when the other party indulges him.

Can anyone be more ridiculous than him?

No.

Guan Yue stood in the middle of the field, stretched out his hand to Mike, and said this sentence like a devil breathing.

What the hell!

Joe cursed in a low voice, and wanted to step forward to do it directly, but was held back by the person next to him.

"Joe, don't you feel ashamed enough?"

"what?"

"That boy, he learned to play like this after watching Mike's style of play today. He can do this for the first time. It's not as scary as usual. Don't humiliate yourself."

"The first time..." Mike looked at Guan Yue incredulously, but got a positive answer.

"Hmm, that's right, it's the first time. In fact, I should thank you, Mike, for letting me find a style that really suits me." Guan Yue didn't have any free hands to fiddle with his hair, He leaned slightly to express his thanks.

"Hey! Black-haired kid over there! What's your name?"

"Guan Yue, from Japan."

Obviously, the wound on Guanyue's body has begun to ooze blood again. The redness of the blood is in stark contrast to the whiteness of his skin. See.

"You should have your own style and walk your own way, Ah Chu."

The author has something to say:

The number of words exploded... I wrote a lot...

Simply can not stop.

Asking for comments and collections, although I guess what I need now is to click...

Heartache.

2016