In summer, cicadas chirp and the shadows of trees are mottled.
In a hidden corner of the temple, the breeze blows.
People passing by seemed to hear the reverberation of the ball, so they stopped and listened carefully. After looking around, he walked towards the source of the sound with some hesitation.
Surprisingly, the subjects of the fierce competition were an adult and a child.
A sharp ball hit him head on.
Ye Wu adjusted his posture to backhand with both hands, and the heavy force of the ball made him tighten his grip on the racket.
He controlled the racket to press down, and the yellow ball took some of the force off the racket's rolling motion.
The ball was quickly spun and hit back hard.
"boom!"
Accompanied by the crisp sound of hitting the ball.
Unpredictable ball path, passing the net at extremely fast speed.
The man in black monk's robes opposite him easily responded with a volley.
Movements are free and smooth.
"Hey kid, can you do that?"
"No, just give up quickly."
The moment the opponent hit the ball, Ye Wu ran quickly to perform a tennis volley.
He jumped slightly in mid-air.
Raise your right arm and smash the ball with one powerful blow.
The ball was quickly hit back to the opponent's baseline at lightning speed.
Ye Wu raised his head and looked at the frivolous Echizen Nanjiro opposite with complex eyes.
I just feel that it is ridiculous to slip around the world!
Ah, how ridiculous!
When I was on a study trip to Tokyo, a junior high school, I was casually strolling around the streets. I happened to see a temple, coincidentally walked to a tennis court, and coincidentally saw this extraordinary man.
Then ambitiously, he mentioned playing a game.
As a professional tennis player who has won 7 championships at the age of 21,
Once the plane crashed, he ended up in the world of Net King.
Now that we have come to the King of Tennis and challenge for the throne, what about tennis etiquette?
That’s weird!
Even the junior high school students here are not simple junior high school students.
The god-level operations that professional players in previous lives used by chance in games are unique tricks that junior high school students here can pull off at will.
Ye Wu asked himself that even if he was not a genius player, he could still be considered a gifted player. But in such a bright and exciting tennis world, everyone is a little bit timid.
Although the media in his previous life had always touted and reported that he was a talented player, here geniuses are everywhere, and Ye Wu Kehao can't stand up.
As expected, I was declared a genius because I was careless!
There was no time to stay in a daze anymore. Ye Wu was dripping with sweat at this moment, and the sweat drops on his forehead gradually soaked his eyes.
The body of an 11-year-old is still too reluctant.
It has been almost four years since I came to the world of tennis kings, and I have memories of playing tennis steadily and exercising.
However, in order to return to the peak of his previous life, he has to wait until he is at least nineteen years old and his body's various functions are stable.
Now that I have the physique of an elementary school student, challenging Nanjiro Echizen, the top tennis king, would be like hitting a stone with an egg.
However, Ye Wu still needs to explore the ceiling limit of this world.
After all, a competitive player, no matter what world he is in, his ambition to reach the top of the mountain will never diminish sharply!
"Senior, I can still hold on, please continue, please!"
Ye Wu's slightly childish face was full of seriousness.
The yellow ball bounced on the ground, and Ye Wu grasped the ball hard.
Throw the ball up, lean forward, rotate your arms internally, and wave to hit a serve.
Look straight ahead.
There was unabashed determination in his eyes.
The high-speed serve brings out white airflow, which splashes dust when it hits the ground.
Can this ball really be played? The onlookers were surprised and thought to themselves.
Opposite him, Echizen Nanjiro looked nonchalant.
At the point where the ball landed, he pressed the ball lightly with the racket in his hand, and easily hit the ball back flatly.
In an instant.
Before Ye Wu could react, the ball passed by his left side and hit the bottom line, leaving an obvious mark.
"5:2, kid."
Ye Wu pursed his lips and said nothing, his eyes following the small yellow ball.
A gust of afternoon wind blew.
The wind blew the fine bangs on Ye Wu's forehead, bringing a bit of coolness.
I feel so tired, so sticky and uncomfortable.
Ye Wu had doubts for a moment.
Even if I regain the strength of my previous life, it will be difficult to make a name for myself in this world of tennis.
After all, in the realm of selflessness, is it really possible for me to defeat such unscientific tricks as Ashura's way of the gods?
"Hey, kid, you have to concentrate. Uncle, I'm very busy."
With a narrow smile on his face, Echizen Nanjiro stood there casually with a racket on his shoulder.
"Sorry to trouble you, senior."
His thoughts were interrupted, Ye Wu casually combed his scattered hair with his fingertips.
His smooth forehead was exposed, and he felt a hint of coolness, and the heat in his body suddenly eased a lot.
He slowly adjusted his breathing rhythm, with a smile in his eyes.
"To express my apology, you can treat me to a drink after the fight."
"Ha, does the brat talk like a social person?"
Echizen Nanjiro was unmoved. It is king for adults to drink heavily. What kind of sweet and greasy drinks are you drinking?
"Uncle is not that easy to bribe. Use some strength to help him, otherwise it will be too boring."
"Senior, I have tried my best. I am just a weak elementary school student. Please don't expect too much."
The young boy's voice floated gently.
ha?
Echizen Nanjiro was a little speechless. Do juniors nowadays speak so incomprehensibly?
My little devil is also so rude when he talks.
Well, let's just let Ryoma Junior High School come back to Japan.
Nowadays, there are many good talents in Japan, which will be Ryoma's best whetstone in the future.
"Kid, have you chosen which school to go to in junior high?" Nanjiro Viet Nam asked,
And his body, like taking a leisurely stroll, naturally swung a precise chip shot.
Ye Wu also followed the opponent and started a simple and unpretentious tennis game.
"Hey, I haven't thought about it yet."
"Go to Seigaku." Nanjiro Echizen encouraged him by calmly returning the ball.
"It's a bit far, senior. My home is in Hyogo Prefecture, Kansai."
Ye Wu looked at the ball in front of him with bright eyes, raised his shoulders slightly, and swung the ball along the trajectory.
There was no expression on the lowered face, it seemed like a smile but not a smile, and then he changed his voice and said,
"Besides, I heard that there is a tradition that first-year students cannot play in the competition."
"Oh, this is not a good sign." Nanjiro Echizen shrugged lightly.
Immediately, with the flow of muscle lines, the ball was lifted and dropped.
Ye Wu didn't have time to hit the net, and was caught off guard by a short ball.
"6;2, kid, it's over."
Echizen Nanjiro stretched and yawned feebly.
The game is over.
My heart suddenly felt like it was at the bottom of the valley, with a chill and unwillingness.
Even though it was an expected ending, it still made people feel so depressed and lost.
Ye Wu finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell down on the dirt field.
He lay on his back, gasping for air.
His clothes were soaked with water, and his weak hands were holding the racket.
Ah, the sun is so dazzling, I closed my eyes as I said that.
The afternoon light scattered on the pink-haired boy, making him beautiful and quiet.
Feeling so tired. Uncontrollable sleepiness swept over me.
Ye Wu said angrily,
"Senior, take the phone in my bag and call Shiraishi Kuranosuke and ask him to come pick me up. Please!"
"Ah, there are also drinks, please buy them next time..."
Before he could finish mumbling the last sentence, he fell into a deep sleep.
Echizen Nanjiro walked over and looked at Ye Wu who was breathing evenly, and suddenly felt that he had caused a little trouble.
"Little devil, don't fall asleep,"
"Tsk." After sighing and making a phone call resignedly, Echizen Nanjiro carried Ye Wu toward the house.
Ye Wu, who fell asleep, knew nothing about all this.
I just felt that my waist and abdomen were tightly bound, and there was a dull pain.
Half asleep and half awake, Ye Wu suddenly recalled the depths of his memory.
Past memories from four years ago.
