must love tennis

Ryoma moved slowly, wrapping a towel around the school uniform he was about to change, and prepared to run away with oil on the soles of his feet when he got the chance.

Kikumaru grabbed her wrist affectionately, pulled her to go inside naturally, before opening the door, Fuji finally watched enough of the excitement, and stopped with a smile: "Okay, Eiji."

"Huh? What are you talking about?" He turned his head.

Even Ryoma blinked suspiciously, not knowing how he planned to rescue himself.

"Didn't Echizen say that he is prone to allergies?" Fuji didn't blush and his heart didn't beat, and he couldn't take it too lightly when he made up the reason, "Since he has a sensitive constitution, it's not suitable to go into the public bathroom with everyone."

Kikumaru let out a slow "ah", scratched his head, and furrowed his eyebrows.

He was so sloppy with biology, thought for a long time, and felt that since what Bu Er said, it should still make sense, so he let go of his hand convincingly: "Then I can only wrong you to wait for a while, little one."

After all, he still takes care of the younger generation.

Kikumaru rubbed Ryoma's head with a smile, and greeted Fuji and went in together.

With a click, the door closed, and Ryoma let out a long sigh of relief.

saved.

It's really easy to use the senior teacher.

Thinking about it carefully, most of the time, Kikumaru is very used to following Fuji's advice.Perhaps it is due to the animal's survival instinct. When getting along with such a hidden character, he will subconsciously choose actions that are beneficial to him.

That's smart.

The others hadn't come back yet, Ryoma sat on the stool in the locker room waiting a little bored, so he simply lay down on his side, pulled up his coat to cover his body, closed his eyes and took a nap.

It didn't take long...or maybe it took a long time before she was pushed on the shoulder, and she woke up with a jolt.

Tezuka sat beside him, looking at her helplessly: "Why did you sleep here again?"

He didn't know when he returned to the tennis club. He probably had already finished his work at the school. He was still wearing his uniform, buttoned neatly to the top of the neckline, and the tennis bag was placed by his leg with the zipper slightly open.At this moment, he had just taken off his glasses and wiped them meticulously with a lens cloth, his stern face was flushed red by the evening light from the window.

"Ah, Minister." Ryoma yawned and turned over to sit up. He picked up the jacket that had slipped between his legs and put it aside. "I just finished training, and I waited for the seniors to take a bath...and fell asleep before I knew it."

It seems to be a completely unexpected result.

"Everyone go back, are you coming to practice at this time?" She looked around, feeling strange, and asked tentatively.

Tezuka slowly raised his glasses and put them back on: "Well, I have some ideas."

"Well, is that so..." Ryoma nodded in approval.

During the recent period of time, everyone has been desperately researching new skills, each one is harder than the other.The Kanto Contest was won, but it was too difficult to win, and there was even a lot of luck. There is no doubt that Li Haida's strength gave them a big blow. If they want to enter the country, they have to become stronger and stronger.

"Actually, I still have some problems." She said suddenly.

"Ok?"

Ryoma is used to practicing the ball with her head down, and few people give her substantive advice, basically relying on her to explore alone.And most of the time, it is also relying on one's own mind and learning ability to find opportunities and ways to counterattack during the game.

The seniors are also reassuring to her, and generally only give some off-court training suggestions, and there is not much else they can do to help.

This time she took the initiative to ask for help, Tezuka was a little surprised, nodded to her, and already had a rough guess in his mind: "I have read your physical training report, and I have followed, so... I am thinking about how to do it. Against a powerful opponent?"

Speaking of this, Ryoma felt a little depressed: "Yes."

There was also a faint smile in Tezuka's eyes, and he naturally thought of the first battle of the Kanto Conference. Obviously, the fundamental reason for not being able to play in the match against Ice Emperor has concerned her for a long time.

"Indeed," he replied ponderingly, "On the road to becoming a professional player, it is impossible to avoid this type of player."

No matter how many skills there are, in the face of pure power suppression, how to deal with it?

"However, there is no need to worry too much." Tezuka said, "You all saw the game that day. Neither Kawamura nor Kawachi could hold on to the end."

Indeed, in an ordinary tennis match—the reason why Ryoma used the word ordinary to describe it was because she suddenly remembered the existence of Tsunayoshi and Prynne—the strength of normal hitting was limited.

The wave ball itself is extremely rare, and the training is also very demanding, so it cannot be imitated casually.Even so, if you use it more than once or twice in a game in a short period of time, it will cause overload damage to the body.

This is a taboo for professional players.

After Longma figured it out, he felt much more relaxed: "Then what about serving?"

Hochotaro's high-speed serve caught Qian and Kaitang by surprise and was helpless. Even if they collected enough information, they could only rely on some special psychological skills to assist them, and it didn't work every time.

Similarly, with a violent serve, even if she can catch up to the speed of the ball, she is not sure that she can return it.

"Well, that's one point." Tezuka said, "However, since it's just a serve, there is always a way."

Ryoma was thoughtful, when he saw him standing up and opening the locker door, as if he was about to change into his sportswear, he remembered something: "Actually, if it's a ball that can't be hit back, then you can't hit it with Tezuka's domain." Lead them out of the world? As long as you don’t need to pick them up, wouldn’t it be fine?”

Tezuka took off his coat, put it on the bench, paused, and went to unbutton his shirt—but considering Ryoma was present, he only unbuttoned two collar buttons, took the sports uniform and turned around: "That is impossible."

"How to say?" Ryoma humbly asked.

She held her chin and listened to Tezuka's methodical introduction to physics knowledge, including the length, width and radius of the field, as well as the rotational force and centrifugal force, which were not taught so much in Guoyi's textbook.I have to admit, she was a little dizzy.

I underestimated the seemingly simple and easy-to-use Tezuka Domain, but it turns out that such complex theoretical knowledge is hidden deep in it.Ryoma hugged his chest with a deep expression on his face.

How could she remember that her dad would do it too?But I heard that his science grades back then were not very good... It's hard to understand, hard to understand.

Tezuka saw the confusion in her wide eyes.

He obviously didn't listen much, but he still tried his best to look like he was thinking.

He sighed in his heart: "If it's hard to understand, forget it."

no no no...

Ryoma rubbed his forehead, trying to convince himself to cheer up.Although it was hard to understand those numbers at first glance, at least she could understand ordinary sentences.

"The outward rotation or something—" she said slowly.

"Yeah." Tezuka waited patiently for her to continue.

"Theoretically, it's still possible? I didn't get it wrong, right?"

--possibility.

That's right, this is what the players are pursuing so persistently and persistently, even regardless of their health.

If you say "impossible to win" or "can't beat" before you fight, the result is that you will never be able to beat your opponent.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, it is worth their efforts to fight for it.

It seems to be surprised, but this emotion will not stay on Tezuka for more than a second.He looked at her deeply for a while before answering in a low voice: "Yes, there is nothing wrong."

Immediately, Ryoma was in high spirits, jumped up from the stool, and eagerly invited: "Would you like to try? I can be a training partner."

Tezuka said, "Well, wait a minute, I'm going to change."

After he finished speaking, he turned and went into the bathroom at the back.

Tezuka moved quickly, but when he opened the door and came out, he found himself a little early. He saw Ryoma squatting beside the bench, in front of his backpack, with his head buried under his sweatshirt, twisting like a ball of twist, only one end was seen. The messy hair fluttered and fluttered around the neckline.

"..."

He pushed his glasses in astonishment, and he probably understood.She was changing the vest inside, because she was wet with sweat, and the material was not as easy to dry as the coat, and for the sake of convenience, she didn't even bother to take off the short sleeves, and directly challenged the difficult movements.

Tezuka turned back silently.

"All right!"

When you're done, Ryoma stood up easily and straightened his clothes: "There should be no one in the stadium, right?"

Tezuka said "hmm" again: "Let's go, hurry up."

Ryoma overslept again in the morning after letting go of his excess energy the day before.Originally, she thought about continuing to train in the morning, but the alarm clock didn't go off—no, it must have sounded and was pressed off by herself.

What woke her up was the ringing of her mobile phone, dancing jubilantly on the table.

Ryoma closed his eyes and extended his arms to take it, and pressed it without even looking at it: "Hello?"

"Are you awake?" Bu Er seemed to know her state like the back of his hand, and his soft voice came through the slightly distorted receiver, which seemed to be caring from the seniors.

She answered vaguely, but still didn't open her eyes. She sat on the bed facing the window, her eyelids were dazzled by the sun, and she gradually calmed down after rubbing.

"Senior Fuji, yesterday—"

"Oh, yesterday, when we came out, I saw you fell asleep. Eiji was worried that you were too tired, so he didn't ask others to wake you up." He explained, "You don't have a cold, do you?"

"That's not true." Ryoma replied calmly, "I'm much healthier than you imagined."

"Really? Then I'm relieved." Fuji smiled opposite, "By the way, let me tell you something."

"what?"

"Actually, I didn't intend to tell you guys. I just came across something unexpected...very interesting. I couldn't help but want to share it with you."

"Well, what is the interesting thing?" Ryoma was puzzled.

Unhurriedly, Buer said slowly, "Yesterday, I went to fight with Tachibana from Fudo Peak."

"He."

According to Zaiqian's information, he was a member of the top four teams in last year's national competition. For some unknown reason, he suddenly transferred from Kyushu to an unknown school. He recruited a group of unknown players to organize a school tennis team.

Admirable.

Thinking of this information, Ryoma became a little more sober.She probably also guessed the reason why Bu Er went to challenge Ju Juping: that is a rare national competition level master.

Who doesn't want to see their level before the big game?Only by realizing your own shortcomings can you have more direction and motivation to struggle.

"What was the result, did you get beaten up and cried? No way?" Ryoma guessed wildly, and couldn't help laughing as he said it.

"Well, it's very strong." Fuji said, "However, that's not what I want to talk about."

"……what?"

"You know what? Echizen," although she couldn't see Fuji's expression, she felt that he suddenly became serious and serious, "I want him to use his real strength, so I stimulated him a little verbally."

Ryoma: "No, wait, please redefine the 'slightly' that Fuji-senpai said."

Fuji Zhousuke, who has always been gentle, has to use aggressive methods, what a terrifying scene!

Just imagining it made her shiver, and grabbed the quilt under her body to cover her body, but she accidentally grabbed Karubin's tail by mistake, scaring it, which was also sleepy. With a jump, the hair exploded with a meow, and he jumped out of bed and ran outside.

"Then, what do you guess?" Fuji continued, "That man, Tachibana, was in front of me, and I just watched him—"

Fuji-senpai actually opened his eyes?

Ryoma sensed something was wrong, faintly felt the familiar rhythm, and the interlaced faces of Nioh and Tezuka appeared in his mind, and he also became nervous: "Suddenly changed into another look?"

Bu Er said: "Although the face has not changed, it is indeed very different."

He was silent for a while.

"It's like the feeling of suddenly becoming a Super Saiyan... Do you know what I mean?"

Ryoma: "..."

Got it, his hair turned golden out of thin air!And the whole body has a golden light, right!