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"Tennis isn't played like that." Nanchuan Yu said in a flat tone, and the right to serve was in Nanchuan Yu's hands, and he bounced the tennis ball in his hand on the ground.

"As long as you can win, no matter what can be forgiven." The opponent took it for granted and uttered nonsense.

"Huh? The so-called psychological warfare. Off-board battles, that's just the cry of the weak." Nanchuan Yu taunted back unceremoniously, and quickly jumped up and hit the ball.

The speed of the ball was extremely fast, and the trajectory was exactly the same as the previous ball, but it brushed the opponent's cheek dangerously and dangerously, and it was about to fly off the field.

Just when the referee was ready to raise the flag and say "15:15" draw, the tennis ball suddenly spun and fell into the court.

"30:0"

Glancing at the scoreboard, Nan Chuanyou breathed a sigh of relief. It was the counterattack method he had just thought of, but he didn't expect it to succeed for the first time.

The right to serve was in the hands of the opponent again, and at this time Nanchuan Yu had already led by two goals.

"So, brother on the other side, please give me a game of tennis."

I don't know if it was Nan Chuan Yu's excellent skills that took the field down, or the opponent was afraid that he would mess with me again, and Hei Yao Middle School had to go home with the bare egg given by his old enemy. In short, the game after that suddenly became normal .

Although Nan Chuanyou has always felt that his foundation is not solid, and he is indeed weaker than many seniors who have been training for many years, but perhaps because of the blessing of spiritual power, his talent is beyond doubt.

Whether it is physical strength.Whether it is strength reaction speed or dynamic vision, he is the top group.Therefore, if the opponent is a skilled player, Nanchuan Yu may still be difficult to parry, but the opponent Nanchuan Yu faces is not, his opponent is only relying on strength.speed.The guy who played with reflexes didn't even have the basics arranged by Liu himself, and Nanchuan Yuhao was supervised by Sanada himself.

Therefore, this opponent is like an experience package sent directly to Nanchuan Yu.

Nanchuan You won easily.

After the competition, the students of Bingsheng Middle School went home contentedly, and the main candidates were laughing and arguing together, but Nan Chuanyou noticed that the Qingxue student with strange black-rimmed glasses was still writing and drawing at the door, but Has changed from standing to squatting.

Nan Chuanyou walked over curiously, and stood beside Qian Zhenzhi. The sun shone from the side, leaving a shadow on Gan Zhenzhi's notebook.

"You have been recording since the beginning, and now the game is over, what are you recording?" Nanchuan Yu asked curiously.At the same time, I also have some doubts in my heart, why I have the patience to chat with a stranger who is obviously a complete stranger.

"It's just the collection of basic data."

Qian Zhenzhi pushed his glasses, and closed the book in his hand. On the cover of the book was printed a big word "dry".

"Hiss..." Hearing the word data, Nan Chuanyou suddenly felt chills down his spine, and couldn't help but gasped. He finally remembered why this Qingxue student made him feel familiar. This...

"This...senior." Nanchuan Youyin let go of the embarrassment of not knowing the other party's name, and asked curiously, "Excuse me, do you know Li Haida's Liu?"

Gan Zhenzhi pushed his glasses, nodded calmly, then closed his book and Shi Shiran left.

Nan Chuan You, who was left with a confused face, finally had no choice but to scratch his head under everyone's urging, and returned to the school bus.

The school bus staggered and walked all the way, and it was not until Nanchuan Yu at the school that he remembered that the student from Qingxue with the head of a sea urchin might be the childhood playmate that Senior Liu mentioned.

"However, what does this have to do with me?" Nan Chuanyou scratched his head in doubt, and went home to rest.

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Another week, another training session.Nan Chuan Yu still got up early in the morning and went to school, trained hard, and then decisively challenged Yanzong senior.

Yes.

Nanchuan Yu is going to challenge the captain!

It's time to fulfill the original agreement!

The two stood on both sides of the tennis court. It was obviously just an internal tennis match, but somehow it attracted a large number of students from non-tennis clubs, and even a group of seniors.

"Are they also interested in tennis?" Nan Chuanyou looked blankly at the bustling environment outside the stadium, obviously very surprised, "Obviously football is the number one sport in the world, and baseball should be the most popular in Japan."

"... Tsk." Yan Zongya also looked at the classmates who were staring at Nanchuan You with excited eyes, and was very speechless at Nan Chuan You's slowness.

Doesn't this guy even recognize his own support club?

But Yan Zongya didn't say much either, he put all his body and mind on the tennis court at the moment.

"Although I'm not very qualified as a minister." Yan Zongya also told the truth, her eyes through the glass lens looked very sharp, "But it's not so easy for you to get it."

"Then you should take a good look." Nanchuan Yu was also used to the provocative topic before the match, so he just replied casually, but held the tennis ball tightly in his hand.

The right to serve is in the hands of Yu Nanchuan.

Naturally, Nan Chuan You has seen Yan Zongya also make a shot. The head of the tennis department of Bingsheng Middle School who is tall enough to play basketball is indeed not weak, but it is not too strong that Nan Chuan You can't handle. Nan Chuan You thinks that he has a good chance of winning.

This time, the game was two out of three games. As Nanchuan Yu expected, he easily won the first game.

This kind of ease relieved Nan Chuanyou's tense nerves. When changing venues, he even scratched his head in doubt, and then took another look at Yan Zongya, his whole person seemed to be confused with capital letters.

As the match between the two began, more and more people came to the tennis club. Tsunayoshi Sawada, who had just arrived at the school, also heard about it, and ran to the tennis club without putting down his schoolbag.

However, because there were already too many students watching in front of him, the thin and thin Tsunayoshi Sawada just walked around the periphery, very distressed.

"Ten generations!"

"Agang!"

"You are here too, are you also worried about Xiaoyou's game?" The familiar voice made Tsunayoshi Sawada look up in surprise, and then he saw two people he was quite familiar with in the crowd.

"The tennis club is next to the baseball club. I heard about it during training and came to see it." General Yamamoto raised the baseball bat in his hand, "I don't worry about it, he's still quite strong."

"Cut, who is worried about him." Prisoner Hayato snorted twice, "Cough, I just watched the fun."

While talking, Hayato and Takeshi Yamamoto made room for Tsunayoshi Sawada, and the three of them lay on the wire fence next to the tennis court to watch Yuu Nanchuan's ministerial challenge.

At this time, Nanchuan You had just won a round, and was still scratching his head in confusion when switching venues.

"Did Xiaoyu lose?" Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at Nanchuan Yu's expression with some doubts. Because he just arrived, he didn't see the performance of the two before.

"No, Xiaoyou won simply and neatly." Takeshi Yamamoto shook his head, "But it should be their minister who released the water."

Takeshi Yamamoto is the main pick of the baseball club. Although he has never played tennis, he will still notice the changes in the game. His actual game is obviously much better than Tsunayoshi Sawada and Hayato Gokudera.

"Why?"

However, Tsunayoshi Sawada's doubts were not answered by Takeshi Yamamoto.

At this time, Nanchuan Yu and Sawada Tsunayoshi also had the same doubts, but his doubts could only be suppressed in his heart when he looked at Kamiyan Zongya with a half-smile expression.

However, when the second game was over, Yu Nanchuan lost at the same speed.

Still the same 40-0 score.

Standing on the very first court, Nan Chuan Yu held the tennis ball in his hand, and did not serve the ball for a long time, but fell into deep doubts about his life.

"Just now, how did I win?" and "Just now, how did I lose?" Two questions appeared alternately in my mind.

It wasn't until the referee blew the whistle to urge Nanchuan Yu to calm down and focus on the game on the field.

Those who watched the game all around, whether it was the classmates or the support club, all quieted down, watching the game in the field quietly.

Masaya Yan Zong is not weak, but Yu Nanchuan is stronger.

But the score of the third game fell into complicated anxiety from the beginning.

In a tennis match, the victory of a game must reach four points and win two balls to be considered a victory, and the game between Nanchuan Yu and Iwamune Masaya is from 15:0, 15:15, 15:30, 30:30. Climbing up a little bit, it is obvious that Nanchuan Yu can win if he wins one more ball, but Yan Zongya is also clinging to the score.

A tennis match can last for a long time, and some games may even last more than ten hours. Although the match between Yu Nanchuan and Masaya Iwamune reached that level, it gradually exceeded an hour.

"Huh, huh..." Nan Chuanyou's face was flushed at this time, sweat slowly slid down his cheeks, he was trying his best to restrain his panting, but the feeling of exhaustion had already surfaced on his body.

Unlike him who was just physically exhausted, Yan Zongya was already quite embarrassed, his breathing was no longer regular, and his rapidly rising and falling chest seemed to say that he was powerless to fight anymore.

But including the audience outside the court, no one will underestimate him, because he has maintained such a state of almost falling for a long time, but he is still clinging to the score.

Nanchuan Yu was frightened by Yan Zongya's tenacity, and his mentality changed from disdain at the beginning to anxiety, and then to calmness. Nanchuan Yu gradually understood what Yan Zongya was conveying.

"Huh? Thank you, Minister Yan Zong." It was Nan Chuanyou's turn to serve again, but instead of continuing to serve, he solemnly bowed to Yan Zongya, "I will work hard."

"Snapped."

After hearing Nanchuan Yu's actions and hearing Nanchuan Yu's words, Yan Zongya also decisively threw the tennis racket to the ground and lay down on the ground of the tennis court.

"Damn it, who knew it would be so hard to teach a kid." Inexplicably, Yan Zongya, who only had the strength to breathe, only had this sentence in his mind.