Sword Men's Guide to Re-Employment

It's obviously just an ordinary post, but in the early morning when the frequency of new posts is low, many people clicked in and left the word "fuck" after watching the video.

Posting one by one like copy and paste, attracted more curious people to watch the video.

Not long after, this video, which had no splashes on the website, slowly climbed the rankings on the video website.

In just 10 minutes, the video changed from a dark yellow background like a memory to two young people fighting with real knives in the bamboo forest.

This battle was silent, neither of the two spoke, and there was only fighting intent in their eyes.

This battle is noisy again, the sound of swords clashing.The sound of wind blowing bamboo leaves.The sound of footsteps moving and the slight breathing of the two intertwined, reminding us of the most exciting symphony.

The audience outside the screen couldn't help but be fascinated by watching, and their minds were all attracted by this battle.

"boom!"

In the end, the California Qingguang long knife with a red scarf around his neck was knocked out, and his neck was pressed against the opponent's sword blade glowing with cold light.

"You lost." The blue-haired samurai Yamato Moran Ding frowned without the slightest joy after victory. "What happened recently?"

California Qingguang lowered his head to pick up the fallen sword, and raised his head calmly: "Don't you think this mountain is too deserted?"

After speaking, California Qingguang turned and left.

At the end of the video, the camera lens slowly lengthens, and then freezes.

California Qingguang, who was wearing a western-style windbreaker, had a slender figure, and the hand holding the sword hilt was still painted with red nail polish.And behind him, Yamato Shou'an, who is dressed in a traditional haori, has an elegant appearance and a handsome appearance.

The two obviously used the same sword moves, and they had a tacit understanding during the battle like twin brothers born together, but it seemed that something invisible had drawn a deep gully between them.

The black fades out, and the video ends.

The audience outside the screen covered their chests one after another, feeling a burst of suffocation.

for.Varied.what.without.up!

Then, everyone opened the author who uploaded the video. Unfortunately, in the empty creation column, no matter how refreshed, there was only one video.

Comments and likes on this short video grew rapidly.

It also covered up the first few messages in the video asking for a teacher and asking the boss to accept his apprentice.

Under the video, only the blockbuster "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my little brother is super handsome" and "hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I can do this face!"

The carnival on the Internet has just officially started, and at this moment Nanchuan Yu is still sound asleep.

The swords of Honmaru also sleep, those who watch the moon watch the moon, those who sing... sing.

Tsunayoshi Sawada, the only human living in Honmaru, silently took out two ears.

Well, although it does sing well, it does affect sleep a bit.

There is no Internet connection in this pill, so only Huashan Wenren was the only one who watched the video go viral.

As the author of the video, he was woken up by a phone call in the middle of the night, so he didn't go to sleep. Instead, he kept scrolling through the backstage of the video, watching with satisfaction that his work was popular with the masses.

"I am indeed a genius."

"Hmph, don't let anyone judge my art."

The first sentence of Huashan Wenren's confidence was talking to himself, and the second sentence was staring at the last text message sent by Nanchuan Yu in the mobile phone mailbox asking him to delete and edit the video.

But Yu Nanchuan, who had a good night's sleep, knew nothing about it.

Well, he completely forgot about the video of himself appearing in the camera.

Nanchuan Yu opened his eyes before the alarm rang, got up, washed and ate, then went for activities in the backyard of the house for a while, and then walked out of the house in a loose sports uniform, full of energy.

Today is a sunny day, and Nanchuan Yu needs to take the main candidates of the Tennis Club of Naesei Middle School to Tokyo National Stadium.

But today is not a competition, but a draw for the Kanto Contest.

But even though it was just a lottery, all the main candidates, including Yu Nanchuan, couldn't hide their excitement at this time.

Because the Tokyo National Stadium is still determined by the organizing committee, it will be the final venue of this year's Junior High School Tennis Division National Competition.

"Ah, although we won't make it to the final, we can imagine it standing on the field, hahaha."

"Shut up at a time like this." Nan Chuanyou angrily threw the vice minister Yan Zong who was telling the truth.

In competitive sports, the winner is king.

Although Nanchuan Yu also felt that it was impossible to reach the finals with such a thin team, but who would fight with the thinking of losing.

And because of Yan Zong's KY's speech, on the tram that was originally full of cheerful atmosphere, the main players of the tennis club became depressed. listless.

When Zhengxuan of Bingsheng Middle School Tennis Club got off the tram listlessly, a row of black cars slowly stopped beside them.

A group of students in gray sportswear came down from the black car.

Although Nanchuan Yu didn't know the brands of those cars, but seeing the scrubbed clean cars and their extraordinary momentum, he also guessed the origin of the group of students.

Ice Emperor Academy Tennis Club Main Selection.

Nanchuan Yu also went to learn about the reputation of this famous private country in Japan.To put it simply, one word to describe it is "hao".

He is a wealthy man.

It is said that not only the nephews of bigwigs from the political and business circles, but also heirs of several generations of families are studying among them.

There is a lot of gossip about this school. After all, it is human nature to be curious about the lives of rich people.However, most of them are just rumors, and Nanchuan Yu is just one of the people who eat melons.

Watching Bingdi's team members walking away like flying, the students of Bingsheng Middle School Tennis Club looked at their backs and made small gossip sounds.

Nan Chuanyou turned his head and glared at the deputy minister who took the lead. Only then did everyone realize something, and they were as quiet as a chicken.

However, Nanchuan Yu also understands everyone's curiosity. After all, the Ice Emperor Tennis Club, as the first seed team in the Metropolitan Tournament, overturned in the last game and lost to the dark horse Fudo Peak. This news shocked the entire junior high school tennis world. still being discussed.

Unless Ice Emperor can beat Fudo Peak beautifully in the subsequent games, or directly win the Kanto Championship, the discussion of Ice Emperor losing to Fudo Peak will not stop even in the new season next year.

After all, the counterattack of the weak has always been the focus of discussion.

Just like those famous battles that are still being passed down in people's mouths thousands of years ago.

Quickly retracting his divergent thoughts, Nanchuan You counted the number of people, and also led the players into the arena to enter.

As soon as he walked to the door, when the staff was verifying the information, Nan Chuanyou heard hurried footsteps behind him.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm late." A boy with soft curly hair raised his head, revealing a pair of sleepy eyes, "I belong to Ice Empress, I..."

"Jiro Akutagawa?" The staff member looked at the school uniform on the opponent's body, then looked at the list in his hand, then nodded, "Your teammates are already on the field, go."

"Oh, yes." Akutagawa Jirou nodded.It was only then that I realized that I had jumped in line, scratched my head in embarrassment, turned to Nan Chuan Yu and nodded, "Sorry, I seem to..."

"It's okay, you go in first." Nanchuan You shook his head without hesitation, took the pen from the staff, and signed his name next to his team.

"Wow, are you actually the head of the tennis club?" Akutagawa Jirou was not in a hurry to leave, but instead walked up to Nanchuan Yu, showing a curious look, "You look so small."

Nan Chuanyou twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling that he had been hit by an arrow in his knee.

"But you must be very strong. Do you want to fight?" Akutagawa Jirou said with an innocent expression, "Fight, let's fight."

Nan Chuanyou silently looked at the boy whose eyes were burning with anticipation, and then looked at himself.

Let's not talk about the relationship between time and venue, just say that everyone is unarmed, so why play tennis?

Imagination?

It was a purely curious look at Shang, and Nanchuan Yu didn't know how to refuse.But before he could react, his eyes were covered by two shadows.

"Huadi." In a gorgeous and lazy voice, "Bring me Akutagawa away."

"wushi" answered with another thick and steady voice.

Nan Chuan turned around and saw a burly figure "lifting" Akutagawa Jiro up.

And the young man named Akutagawa Jiro who was mentioned gave up struggling in an instant, and completely forgot the topic of the invitation to the battle that he had just talked about with great interest, and turned his head with difficulty: "Ah, Atobe, you are here to pick me up. Can you Let Huadi put me down, I have a bad neck."

I don't know why, Nanchuan Yu thought.

The head of the Ice Emperor Tennis Club looks very proud, but he is very tired.

It is really hard for a player with this kind of personality to become a minister.

Nanchuan Yu couldn't help showing a sympathetic expression, but it happened to meet Keigo Atobe's light gray eyes.

"Ah, what kind of eyes do you have?"

"Admiring eyes." Nanchuan Yu glanced at Akutagawa who was being carried up to keep up with the large army, and then at Atobe Keigo who stayed where he was, "Ahem, it's very powerful."

"Your answer is quite gorgeous." Hearing Nanchuan Yu's answer, Atobe Keigo showed a satisfied look, and then left.

After Atobe Keigo left, Nanchuan Yu led the team into the stadium.

At this time, there were not a few minutes left before the official draw. In the huge venue, the atmosphere was very solemn and depressing.

The location of Nanchuan You Bingsheng Middle School led the team to walk there.

All the teams lined up facing the rostrum. Nan Chuanyu stood at the front and saw the names of the four teams that had appeared on the big screen of the rostrum at a glance.

A1 Lihaida. B1 Qingxue. C1 hex. D1 immobile peak

This is the tradition of the Kanto competition.

Divide the sixteen qualified teams into four groups, ABCD. One team in each group is the champion and runner-up of the competition and the champion teams of the other two divisions.The order of ABCD is determined by the historical records of these four teams.

They are also collectively referred to as the seeded teams.

Because of the principle of avoidance in the same group, Bingsheng Middle School will not be grouped with Qing Xue who has already fought against each other this time, so the remaining three opponents... Will they be grouped with Li Hai?

Nan Chuanyou touched his beating heart and looked forward to it.

Behind him, Yan Zongya was also praying in a low voice.

"Don't want Group A, don't want Group A."

Alas, the joys and sorrows of human beings are not connected at all.

The author has something to say: Happy New Year~~~Leave a comment and send everyone a red envelope! ! !

PS: The drawing ceremony and setting refer to the UEFA Champions League draw + play by yourself.

I love tennis!