Draw a card? Draw a card? !

It was gathering time, and more and more teenagers gathered in the hall of the dormitory building, and they were divided into two small groups, one was the "revolutionary group" represented by Sanada, wearing a black coat, and the other was headed by Atobe. The original victory group in red and white uniforms.

Su Tang stood opposite them with his back to the gate, looking at everyone with crooked smiles.

"Hey, Sister Su, what's in the box?" Kintaro moved closer to the cardboard box and asked with big eyes blinking.

"It's a sympathy gift from Coach Mifune." Su Tang looked at Sanada meaningfully.

"Condolences? That bearded coach?" Taocheng had a look of disbelief. He hadn't forgotten the hellish training he had experienced in Houshan.

"Hmm," Su Tang shrugged, "If you don't believe me, just open it and have a look."

"I'll come, I'll come!" Kintaro happily rolled up his sleeves, bent over the mouth of the cardboard box, and stretched out his hand to open the cardboard whose tape had been torn off by Su Tang.

"Ahh~ It's our team uniform!!"

Kintaro's shout of surprise immediately attracted the other boys.

"Nani Nani?!"

"No way!"

"Haha! I found it!" Kintaro half-bent his legs, buried almost his entire upper body in the box to search, and finally grabbed a green and white sports coat and lifted himself up, spreading his hands, "This is mine!"

"Really," Taocheng clutched his blue and white team uniform tightly and asked in disbelief, "Isn't it already buried?"

"It seems that we were tricked by the coach again, puri~" Niwang touched the place where his name was embroidered on the khaki coat, his narrow eyes slightly widened.

Su Tang waited for everyone to find his clothes, then folded his arms and said with a leisurely smile: "Ah, yes, it is said that these are your funeral clothes."

"Who said that?" King Ren raised his eyes and asked.

"Brother Gui said," Su Tang tilted his head, curling his light chestnut hair with his fingers, "By the way, he got his number back this morning."

"Own number?" Yukimura thought delicately, and immediately thought of the stadium he was in, "Number five?"

"So that's what the ghost of 'No. [-]' means." Fuji squeezed his chin, recalling the self-introduction of the other party when they first met the ghost.

"Wait, senior sister said to take it back? Did you mean before..." Taocheng suddenly realized.

Su Tang nodded affirmatively to him.

"Murphy clothes? Are you kidding me!" Haitang looked at the Qingxue team uniform he cherished in his hand, his shoulders trembling with anger.

"Calm down, Kaitang." Sanada advised him in a deep voice.

"Senior Ghost...that's quite straightforward." Taocheng couldn't help but twitch his mouth when he thought about the other party's "strength value".

"Although that's the case, it's been said so much, so it's impossible to let it go." Ren Zuqian retorted him unconvinced.

"It's useless to say whether it's a funeral uniform or not. We can only prove it to them by ourselves."

Although Sanada's dissuading tone was calm, he took off U-17's red and white jacket on the spot, raised his backhand, and neatly put on the uniform belonging to the Lihai Tennis Club in his arms. He straightened his collar and looked stern .

"Wow~" The handsome movements aroused the surprise and emotion of the teenagers one after another.

Seeing Sanada's familiar khaki color and the familiar Lihai University badge on his shoulder sleeves, Su Tang was also filled with deep nostalgia.

And his always resolute and decisive style - Needless to say, the murderous intent and fighting spirit of the expedition has been successfully rendered to everyone, which refreshes people's spirits.

"Emperor Li Haida is back."

Su Tang sighed, then looked at the blue-purple-haired boy, and teased, "My son of God, do you want to change your clothes?"

Yukimura looked at his companions silently, the tenderness and touch in his eyes were not overflowing, but he immediately took off the tennis bag and put it at Su Tang's feet, and said with a smile: "Leave for a while, Susu wait for me .”

Su Tang snorted, and waved his hands to tell him to go quickly, who couldn't hide his eagerness.

"Hey, sister Su!"

At this time, Jin Taro jumped over suddenly, frowning his brows pitifully, which made Su Tang slightly taken aback.

She asked patiently, "What's the matter, Jin Jiang?"

"What do you mean by mortuary clothes?" Jin Taro saw that everyone understood, but he himself didn't know, so anxious that he almost scratched his head.

"Ah... this..." Su Tang scratched his cheek, hesitating whether to tell this innocent child.

However, before she could make a decision, Kintaro's collar was grabbed by Kenya Renzuzu from behind, and he was pulled back into the team at Shitenbao Temple, urging him: "Don't bother Senior Su, I'll take care of you later." I will tell you the answer, but now, you change my clothes first!"

"Ahh! Let go, Kenya~ Sister Su!"

Jin Taro, who was struggling with Su Tang, nuzzled his mouth and spread his hands innocently, expressing that he was helpless.

"Hmph, they're all quite kind."

Hearing the snorting behind her, she turned her head, and Atobe was pointing to a mole of tears, looking at the "large-scale coat-changing scene" in front of her with an unclear expression.

"Ah," Su Tang asked in a low voice as if thinking of something, facing him who looked equally delicate today, "Does Atobu want to play in the first round?"

The purple-gray-haired boy didn't speak, but raised the corners of his lips confidently, and walked to the center of the hall.

"Ah, what's the point of just changing the coat, it doesn't conform to my uncle's aesthetics at all!"

The gorgeous voice and high-profile demeanor easily attracted everyone's attention. Atobe raised his chin slightly, stretched his two fingers upwards above his head, and snapped his fingers, declaring loudly:

"Give me a full set!"

"..." The teenagers were silent for a second, then suddenly became more excited.

"Oh oh oh~"

"well!!"

Su Tang consciously moved out of the way, walked to the side, leaned his back against the pillars of the hall, chuckled, closed his eyes and waited.

After a while, all the teenagers either went back to the dormitory, or directly changed their clothes on the spot, and gathered again.

Su Tang handed Yukimura's tennis bag to him, raised his hand and looked at his watch, it was 45:[-].

"You really don't plan to submit the list of players now? Do you have to wait until each game to confirm?"

"Yes." "Yes."

Su Tang asked seriously, and after getting the confirmed answer from Atobe and Sanada, she took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Coach Saito, then put it away again.

"Okay, then I'll finish the work before the competition." Su Tang smiled helplessly, "I'm going to find the teachers first, see you later, everyone."

"Wait," Yukimura grabbed her just in time, took out a small bag of red bean paste from his tennis bag and handed it to her, and told her in a gentle voice, "I'll eat it as dessert later, so I don't suffer from hypoglycemia again."

"Oh..." Su Tang took it and realized that the red bean paste bun was still soft and warm. She carefully put it in her pocket, and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, "Thank you Jingshi, you are so considerate!"

Yukimura gently patted away the ashes on her back.

"Go."

……

After Su Tang left, the teenagers also got ready to go.

On the way to the tennis court, Fuji walked beside Yukimura with a smile, and said sincerely, "Congratulations, my dear roommate."

"Thank you, Fuji." Yukimura nodded with a slight smile, accepting the blessing naturally.

Atobe walked in front of the two of them, and upon hearing these words, the corners of his mouth moved slightly.

"Ah, it's not easy, congratulations."

"Thank you Atobe." Hearing the phrase "it's not easy", Yukimura gave a low laugh and thanked politely.

Although he and Susu didn't publicize it everywhere, they didn't deliberately conceal it. Yukimura was not surprised to be noticed by his friends with keen observation skills. Even he knew that other people just didn't say it, so maybe they couldn't see it.

"thank you all."

"Stop fooling around! Hurry up and gather!"

On the center court, Oni Jujiro's rough and loud voice resounded in the sky, and he went straight to the army sitting leisurely on the sidelines.

Byodoin was sitting in the middle of the stand with his arms folded, and he opened his eyes to look at the ghost below when he heard the roar.

"You're back, ghost."

"Don't talk nonsense, come down quickly!" Gui Leng raised his racket and pointed at his sloppy teammates with a sullen face.

Tanejima and the others looked at each other, obediently got up and walked towards him.

"Finally back to my original position, Ghost Lord."

On the high platform in the distance, Su Tang and the three coaches stood there to hand over the work and observe the movement on the tennis court by the way. Saito sighed as he looked at the assembled team of the First Army.

"And the sportswear of those middle school students..." Kurobe looked at the stands on the other side of the tennis court, facing the First Army.

There, all the teenagers have changed their clothes into the uniforms of their school's tennis club. At a glance, all kinds of sportswear are colorful, but inexplicably harmonious and unified.

"Ah, it's a big gift from Coach Sanchuan." Su Tang pointed to the sky and explained.

"It seems that these teenagers are still resisting." Saito said with great interest.

"As a junior high school student, you dare to directly challenge the overseas expedition team that is going to conquer the world - this is a revolution, isn't it just resistance?" Su Tang said with a smile, took out the tablet again, and called out the Byodoin Institute and the others. order of play.

"This formation of troops should be regarded as one of the strongest plans that the First Army can come up with."

"It seems to be placing hope on the younger generations." Tuozhi said lightly.

"It's also possible that they want to kill their enthusiasm at once, just like those students who quit the training camp." Saito said cruel inference in a gentle tone.

But Su Tang is not fooled.

"It shouldn't be so, but there are several companions or juniors they are optimistic about."

With a smile on the corner of her mouth, her eyes flicked over Tokugawa, Atobe, Yukimura and others.

It was exactly nine o'clock in the morning.

"Sa, it's time." Su Tang put away the tablet, got up and said goodbye, "Three teachers, then I'll go there first."

"Aren't you watching here or in the central control room?" Saito seemed to know Su Tang's plan, and teased her with a smile.

"Ah, there is no scene here that is so intuitive."

Su Tang blinked mischievously, pressed the ballpoint pen, and after confirming that there was ink, he took all the "equipment" and walked towards the junior high school stand.

When passing by the tennis court, the radio officially began to broadcast: "ShuttleMatch of the Under-17 Japanese representative team VS the second army selection team, the first round starts now!"

"Japanese team: NO.10 Mori Kosaburo, NO.9 Ochi Moonlight doubles team!"

Mao Li flicked the wine-red bangs on his forehead, rushed to Su Tang who had not yet reached the middle school camp, waved with a playful smile, and called her, "Susu~ Why don't you come to our side to watch the game?"

"..." Su Tang stumbled and leaned on the low wall of the stand, staring at him twitchingly.

Depend on!Every time she wants to keep a low profile, why does someone always put her on the Shura field!

At this moment, she was walking in the direction of the coach when she stepped back, and she was walking in the direction of the teenagers forward, but it was impossible to run across the entire tennis court to the side of the First Army!

There is no way out!

"Uh..." Su Tang smiled and waved his hands, "It's no big deal, it's near here..."

With his hands behind his head and a tennis racket under his pillow, Mao Li greeted her with a smile on tiptoe: "I can pick you up~"

"..."

Destroy it.