The fate of the king of the net is shallow

In the youth academy in the morning, you can see stalls that have already set up some appearances everywhere on the campus, and you can vaguely hear the laughter of the students, and the flying ribbons and colorful balloons make the whole campus colorful.

This is Qingxue's Qingxue Festival.

At the gate of the campus, two handsome young men were standing, as if they were waiting for someone.

"Tezuka, Atobe and the others should be coming soon, right?" Fuji, with short flaxen hair, smiled with crooked eyebrows, and his voice was as gentle as jade, which made people feel good.

"Well, the appointment is at eight o'clock." The brown-haired boy glanced at him lightly, looked at his watch again, and nodded.

"Well, I always feel that something very interesting is going to happen today." Fuji touched his chin, and there was an indiscernible smile in his narrowed eyes.

Ah, the weather is so nice today.

"Ah." The brown-haired boy was Tezuka. He glanced at him lightly, spit out a cold monosyllable, and ignored him. As a friend for many years, he knew the same bad taste, and his fun is not normal. Interesting that people can understand.

While talking, a luxurious and extravagant Lincoln slowly stopped in front of Qingxue's school gate, and a row of teenagers carrying tennis bags got out of the car, and they were surrounded by an unspeakable aura of nobility. And the person who is the leader is the most.

It's like, born noble.

"Ah, my lord is the most gorgeous!" Atobe's purple-gray hair showed a bit of brilliance under the refraction of the sun, his eyebrows and eyes were as open as ever, he tapped the tear mole, and raised his right hand to hit it A snap of the fingers.

"Wushi." Hua De replied seriously.

"Xiaojing, you are here." Fuji smiled gently, but what he said made Atobe stagger.

"Fuji Zhousuke! I told you not to call me such an unglamorous name!" Atobe's eyebrows jumped, and the anger in his eyes almost burst out.

"However, I still think the name Xiaojing is much nicer than the unfamiliar Atobe." Fuji's smile seemed a little brighter.

"Fuji Shusuke!" Atobe couldn't help feeling a little bruised, but in the end he snorted coldly and didn't say anything else.

You obviously knew it before, didn't you? Every time this guy has to choose the unglamorous name he used to call him when he was a child, it's really hateful. I didn't expect his uncle to have such a time.

"Tezuka, Fuji, it's a pleasure to meet you." Seeing this, Shinobu walked up, pushed his glasses, and said hello to Tezuka Fuji seriously.

"Yeah." Tezuka nodded.

"Ninzuzu, you guys came a minute early." Fuji said with a smile.

"Well, then I think this should be considered a good thing. It's not a good habit to make others wait." Renzu's eyes under the lens flashed brightly, and his voice was low and magnetic.

"Hehe, I can't stop joking." Fuji smiled and didn't continue the topic.

At this moment, a bus also stopped at the gate of Qingxue, and a group of teenagers in khaki school uniforms stepped out of the bus. The head of the man had kite-purple hair, and his face was indistinguishably beautiful and delicate. It was so hard to bear the suffocation for a moment.

This is Yukimura, the head of the Rikkai Tennis Club.

"Yukimura, Sanada, Yanagi." Tezuka nodded lightly, as if he had seen Rei.

"Sanada, you guys came on time." Fuji nodded with a smile.

"The king stands in the sea, there are no dead ends!" Sanada's face was calm, and his voice was full of momentum.

"Hi hi." Fuji replied with a smile.

"Atobe, Tezuka." Yukimura smiled and nodded to Tezuka and Atobe.

"Ah." Tezuka nodded, his voice cold.

"Nice to meet you, Yukimura, but I'm sorry, this year's national competition, the victory belongs to Hyodi!" That's right, no matter how heavy the family business and school tasks are, he never gave up tennis, because tennis is the only thing he can do. Free things, after going to college, there will be no chance again.

So this year, their tennis team will not fall behind.

When Tezuka heard this, his eyes flickered slightly, and when he raised his head, his eyes were also firm, "Qingxue will also concentrate on the ground!"

"Li Haida's three in a row has no dead ends!" Yukimura smiled gently, but deep in his brows and eyes, there was a stern and firm look.

The three of them just stood there silently, the aura exuding from their bodies refused to give in to each other, but at this moment, another bus stopped at the gate of Qingxue.

The three of them tacitly cast their eyes on the person who got out of the car.

"Ah, I finally caught up! It's all because the driver didn't follow the routine, turned left and right, and almost lost his way." Before the people in the car got off, he saw a young man with fiery red hair rushing forward. Running over, he gasped for breath, but his face was full of smiles.

"Xiaojin." Baishi, who got off the car, called him, his gentle tone carried a bit of coolness that made one's hair stand on end, and he waved the bandage on his wrist in a gesture, "Aren't you Be good." Apparently, Baishi heard his complaint just now.

"No, no, I'm absolutely not misbehaving, Shiraishi, please don't use your poisonous hands against me." Upon hearing this, Toyama Kintaro quickly waved his hands in denial, and immediately stood up straight.

"White Rock."

"Shiroishi-kun."

"White Rock."

The three greeted Shiraishi together.

"Huh?" The protagonist Shiraishi Kuranosuke, who was called out by these three neat calls, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the three of them.

After a while, he smiled again, "Tezuka, Yukimura, Atobe, long time no see." It seems that something terrible happened just now.

I didn't expect that I just heard my mother and sister on the phone talking about the younger sister's performance at the Qingxue Festival. If I want to come and see my younger sister, I can meet these three people doing a bunch of things together, and it looks like, He will join in too.

This is not good.

Baishi quickly had some calculations in his heart, smiled calmly on his face, and waves of invisible aura slowly emanated from his body, counterbalancing the gazes of the three.

Xiaojin, who was frightened at the beginning, saw Baishi's eyes attracted by the other three, and carefully hid aside, fearing that Baishi's eyes would accidentally notice him, and he wanted to use poisonous hands to deal with him.

But now Baishi really has no time to take care of him. Who would have thought that he would encounter these three people fighting each other the moment he came, and was forcibly drawn into this kind of battle. Really, very speechless ah.

He just simply wanted to see his sister Sakurana's performance, why would such a thing happen.

At this time, Baishi was confused and helpless in his heart, but he smiled calmly and gently on his face.

"Ishida, I think Shiraishi and the others are so scary." Xiao Jin secretly held a corner of Ishida Yin's clothes and said.

He really felt that Baishi and those people were scary, why did they look so full of aura, it really made people afraid to approach them.

So the intuition of single-celled organisms has always been accurate.

"Yes." Ishida Yin nodded, and pulled Xiao Jin away from the four of them silently. He didn't want to be affected by the invisible war between the minister and them.

At the same time, Fuji silently stroked his chin, and smiled at Ninja next to him, with a weird smile on his lips.

Oops, I knew something interesting would happen today.

The surrounding Lihaida and Bingdi's small animals silently retreated N meters away from the center of the war. Mommy, I feel that it is really dangerous there.

And the large group of people standing at the school gate still attracted the collective attention of a group of passing students, and several girls were red-eyed because they saw so many handsome guys together at once.

What if everyone is so handsome?

In the end, under Fuji's suggestion, the four of them also felt that blocking the door like this was not an option, so they made an appointment to go to the tennis club and have a friendly match each.

When they heard that there was a competition, the eyes of a few of them shone brightly, but a few single-celled creatures gathered together to eat delicious food early.

So a group of people with few single-celled organisms set off for Qingxue Tennis Club again, in order to have a hearty match.

After Sakurana here came to the campus, she went to the class booth, found Kobayashi and asked her to take Kinosaki to have fun, and then took Kobayashi's place to help out.

It's really busy, but since I have to go to the auditorium to prepare for the evening stage play after lunch, I can help as much as I can in the morning.

At this time, several matches had already started on the tennis court, which was especially empty because today was the Qing Xue Festival.

The surrounding benches were full of teenagers with different appearances and hair colors, but without exception, they all had outstanding looks.

Because today is the Qing Xue Festival, the few girls watching around the tennis court are gone, and they played very happily.

"Tezuka, I won't lose this year." Atobe laughed flamboyantly, stepped back with his right foot, and hit the ball back with a flick of his wrist.

"Qingxue will not lose." Tezuka's eyes were firm.

the other side.

"I really want to see the holy book of perfect tennis, Shiraishi-kun's skills. I didn't expect to have the opportunity today. I'm really honored." Yukimura smiled gently, turned his wrist, and easily hit the ball back.

"I'm also very honored to have this opportunity to see Yukimura-kun, who is called the son of god, playing tennis." Shiraishi smiled, his wrist touched the sense of gravity coming from the racket touching the ball, and he became more cautious in his heart.

This ball is more than three times stronger than the force he hit just now. The Son of God is indeed not a person to be underestimated.

"Hehe, Shiraishi-kun was joking." Yukimura said so, but the force coming from his hand also made him involuntarily increase the force of his return.

Holy book Baishi, I really want to see if you are really as rumored, and your reputation is well-deserved.

The onlookers looked at the four players who were playing very briskly in the arena, and couldn't help finding their opponents, ready to come to the next game.

The author has something to say: I feel like the Shura field in this chapter, does it count?Maybe, maybe, maybe... It feels like the heroine is playing soy sauce.

But in this chapter, I want to write about what will happen when these ministers do a bunch of things together. I feel that I have written those auras more and more fantasy, is it right?

Everyone, we will see you next week. After that, there will be a performance of Sakurana's The Little Mermaid script.