The room chief's sword doesn't want to go home today

From the manager to the training partner, to be honest, Qingshou didn't feel any difference.

because…

"Xiang Ri turned over 6 centimeters higher than normal this time, but considering the current situation, it is not recommended to use such a waste of energy."

"Wow, it seems that the recent special training has worked!"

"Feng's heavy artillery service error rate has dropped by 5 percentage points compared with yesterday, please continue to maintain it."

"Thank you Munakata-senpai!"

"Huadi, if you want to imitate my moves, you have to increase the gravity training by 1.5 times, so as to ensure that you don't get hurt."

"Usu."

"Ninjazu... The latest physical light novels are not sold out yet, so there is more than enough time to buy them after the training is over, so can you concentrate a little bit?"

"really?"

……

However, it has evolved from simple data analysis to the mode of actual combat plus analysis, and there are small classes with extra classes to check for omissions and make up for vacancies. It is difficult for them to make progress.

Thanks to Qingshou, in just a few days, Bingdi's current tennis strength has made a qualitative leap compared to last year.

After the training, Qingshou, who was only covered with a thin layer of sweat, walked to the locker room with a towel. Tomorrow and Saturday will be the competition. After today's work, there will be a pre-match meeting. The main purpose is to analyze the strength of their opponents, and The order of play.

Even the half-selected Qingshou has to participate. His current position should be regarded as the strategist of the Bingdi Tennis Club?And Taki, who brought him in, was directly demoted to an ordinary member because he lost to Shishido, who was kicked out of the main election. For this reason, Aomori comforted Taki for a long time.

After a simple shower, Qingshou changed back into his uniform, and dragged Cilang, who had fallen asleep on the way, to the office.

As soon as he entered the door, the air-conditioning was mixed with a faint rose fragrance. The first time Qingshou came here, he was shocked by the fragrance that can only be found in such expensive clubs. If it wasn't Atobe who was sitting on the leather sofa inside, he would have thought I went to the wrong agency.

But now Qingshou has grown up, what roses, what champagne, what maids, isn't that the standard for Atobe.

Although he still can't accept the team call of a large group of people calling Bingdi.

After putting away Cilang, Qingshou distributed the materials he had prepared one by one. He compiled a detailed file of all the opponents of the Ice Emperor in the capital competition. The five-dimensional data, moves, tennis qualifications, etc. of all the players were listed one by one. listed on the data.

These materials were collected by him in those schools in his free time, and they are absolutely true and reliable.

Under Aomori's explanation, everyone got a rough idea of ​​the opponent's statistics, and then coach Sakaki began to formulate the order of the game. With the lesson of underestimating the enemy last time, this time there was no non-selection to play.

I don't know what's going on, but the teams they were assigned to this year's Metropolitan Games didn't have any strong opponents. The only thing worth noting was a school named St. Rudolph. Their manager not only served as the coach, but also He will also play as a player and is a good player in data analysis and strategy formulation.

If nothing else, they will face Saint Rudolph in the last game of the competition.

After the meeting, Xiangri walked out with his arms around Qingshou's shoulders, and the red-haired young man said curiously: "In my opinion, if Munakata competed with the manager of Saint Rudolph, you would definitely win! "

As he shook his head while explaining, the half-length red hair swept across Qingshou's face from time to time, and at the same time it carried the fragrance of an unknown shampoo.

Qingshou said helplessly: "But I don't know how to play."

If he is allowed to play, it is not impossible to directly enter the national competition with a [-]v[-].

Hearing Qingshou's answer, Xiang Ri looked at him puzzled.

"So why didn't you enter the main election? Atobe too, and you too, do you want to keep you as a secret weapon for the national competition?"

Several people walking beside me also pricked up their ears to hear Qingshou's explanation.

"Because of physical reasons, I'm not suitable for participating in competitive sports. It's fine if I just practice normally, but if I have victory or defeat as a bargaining chip, I might lose control."

Combined with the "non-competition rhetoric" given to Qingshou by Munakata Reishi before, Qingshou briefly explained to Xiang Ri.

But Qingshou ignored that the group of teenagers in the second stage of middle school were in front of him.

Xiang Ri: Out of control? !Could it be that the power of the Demon King is sealed in Qingshou's body!

Jiro: Si Guoyi!I'm going to share this with Mrs. Wen. (Qingshou: Who is Mrs. Wen?)

Feng: Munakata-senpai must be troubled by such power, Shishido-senpai!

Shishido: Chotaro!

(Qing Shou: Hello? What are you doing.)

Ninjazu: Protagonist setting?

Atobe: Birch!

Birch: Usu. (Take out a delicate little cake and put it in Qingshou's hand)

……

In view of participating in the capital competition with the team on Saturdays and Sundays, Aomori asked for leave with Munakata Reisi in advance.

But if he had to be on duty at night, he could go with him.

On the first day of the capital competition, there was no suspense that Bingdi won. Except for the first game, which required five rounds, every subsequent game ended with a score of 6-0 in the previous three games.

When leaving the field, Xiang Ri was still lamenting that with Qingshou as a training partner, his strength improved much faster than when he practiced with Ninzuzu before.

After the dissolution, Qingshou took the tram home, not knowing what happened today, there were very few people on the train.

"May I sit here?"

"of course can."

Qingshou watched a handsome middle-aged man sit next to him, and he couldn't help raising his vigilance from the familiar power fluctuations faintly felt from the other party.

This is a king.

'Is this man here to provoke? '

Chi Jian also felt this, and made a sound with vigilance.

Qingshou didn't answer. This person didn't seem to have any malicious intentions, but the relationship between the kings has never been very friendly.

Seeing Qingshou's defense, the man smiled kindly.

"Please forgive my rash visit, I have three rounds to say, the seventh king, the colorless king, the first time we meet, the green sword."

When the opponent revealed his identity, Qingshou looked at him more vigilantly, his whole body tensed up like a cheetah ready to attack at any time.

"Cough cough." The colorless king's body didn't seem very optimistic, and he coughed after saying a few words. Apart from the mysterious aura around him, he looked more like a terminally ill man. patient.

"My power is 'prophecy', but as the body deteriorates day by day, the use of power becomes weaker and weaker. However, I have seen some fragments that are enough to cause the war of the king."

Saying that, Miwa looked at Qingshou seriously.

"And Qingjian, you have the ability to stop this war."

"The rooftop of the Hirazaka Building. I heard that it is the best place to take pictures of the night view of Tokyo. Let's go there in a week, cough cough."

Seeing that the other party was about to get up and leave, Qing Shou stopped him.

Qingshou, who was always gentle and polite, showed a very aggressive expression.

"With words that have no basis in reality, how can I judge whether your Excellency wants to stop the war or use my hand to promote the war?"

"But you believed it, didn't you?"

Sanlun put Qingshou's shoulders in one word, "My disciple is here to pick me up, let me take my leave."

As soon as the words fell, Qingshou felt a gust of wind behind him, and he dodged to avoid the sharp blade.

But because of his actions, Miwa Yiyan was also supported by the boy who suddenly appeared.

The boy with the long black ponytail looked at Qingshou coldly, he didn't miss the boy's hostility towards the teacher just now.

The two sides glared at each other, and the situation was on the verge of breaking out.

Suddenly, an arrival reminder sounded in the tram.

"If you sit down again, you will pass. We are not hostile, after all..."

When a person is about to die, his words are also good.

After reading what the other party said while avoiding the boy with the black ponytail, Qingshou gave the two people a deep look, turned around and got out of the car.

The Colorless King came to him instead of looking for Asi, as well as the war of the kings in the opponent's mouth, the rooftop of Biliangsaka Building.

'Anything Chi has an idea? '

'It's time to go and have a look. Could it be that you're afraid? '

'It's really simple and clear. '

'You are mocking me! ? '

'No, remember to keep calm at all times. '

'...'

Returning home in silence, Reji Munakata, who had already sensed something was wrong from Aomori's mood swings, had already made tea, sat upright on the tatami, and waited for Aomori to explain why.

Put away your schoolbag and sit across from Munakata Reisi.

"The Colorless King found me today. He predicted that a war would break out between the kings in the near future. He also said that I was the key to stopping this war. He asked me to go to the rooftop of the Birazaka Building in a week."

The seventh king, the colorless king Sanlun Yiyan, has the ability to predict the future, but it is also the weakest existence among the seven kings, and has dealt with some outsider incidents under the order of the emperor before.

Judging from previous experience, he is an upright, kind, and trustworthy king.

Therefore, the kingship war mentioned by the other party and Qingshou is, in all likelihood, destined to happen.

The key to changing the established future is Qingshou...

Under Aomori's nervous and earnest gaze, Munakata Reishi smiled softly.

"Then our future will be handed over to Qingshou to guard."

I thought I would hear a very reliable strategic deployment plus hundreds of solutions, but after waiting for a long time, that's it?

Qingshou was dumbfounded.

"Ace?"

Is this a joke?

The person who had high hopes for Qingshou pushed his glasses, "Since Mr. Miwa predicted that Qingshou is the key, if we intervene rashly, it may push the future to a worse place. It is better to wait and see what happens. At present If so, please Qingshou."

"Hirasaka Building, I heard that it is a very suitable place to take pictures of night scenes. When Aomori goes, remember to take more beautiful scenery."

Speaking of photography, he remembered that a certain cadre in the Barbara also liked to collect beautiful scenery with a camera.

Qingshou: Oh. (indifferent face)

Chi Jian: It’s okay, if something goes wrong then just hit him. (Tou Tie speaks)

The author has something to say: So will the Red King fall from the sword?

感谢在2020-01-1219:59:49~2020-01-1319:40:26期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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