Tokyo, Yamato High School.
The cherry blossoms scattered and covered the stone road. The fragrance spread to every corner of the school. However, since it was spring break, there were very few students on campus, and no one was watching the alluring spring scenery. It seemed a little empty and quiet, making people feel lonely.
However, if one listened carefully, they would hear the faint sound of a beating.
Bang!
Bang!
In the tennis club, there were a few spectators scattered around the court. Some were watching with relish, while others were sweating profusely. The only similarity was their clothes and unblinking gazes.
On the court, two young men were running back and forth while waving their rackets. Every step he took had the momentum of a thunder, and his grasp of the intent and form was somewhat professional. However, everyone present knew that it was only from afar.
The word profession was too far away from them now. Even a Japanese profession was an existence that they could not reach in their lifetime.
On the other side of the court, the orange-haired young man had a solemn expression on his face as he took in the opponent's movements and reactions. He had long and narrow eyebrows on his angular face, making him look a little wild. However, what was most noticeable was his eyes that were flickering with spots of light. His opponent's every move had nowhere to escape from his eyes, frame by frame, like a stop-motion animation.
This person was Mountain Blowing High School's solo player, Thousand Stones Pure, who was known as the Lucky Thousand Stones.
However, at this moment, Qian Shi's eyes were not as relaxed as before. His attitude of enjoying tennis was far from that. In his world, the audience around him was completely ignored. The only thing that existed was the young man in front of him, a devil-like man.
Cold sweat dripped down his cheeks. He didn't know why he had challenged him. Impulsiveness? Character? Suddenly, he remembered the old man who seemed to be smiling all the time.
That's right, he was the one who brought the other party here. He was the main candidate when he first joined the team. Even though he was already in the third grade, he still could not convince the masses. And in the team, who else but himself would not be doubted by the public in terms of their individual strength, but who had a combative personality?
This time, not only did he establish his authority for the other party, but he also calmed his impetuous heart. Qian Shi couldn't help but sigh. Killing two birds with one stone, killing many birds with one stone. He was indeed the most respected old man on the team.
Among the surrounding audience, the most eye-catching one was the old man standing in the middle. He had a head of gray hair that was covered in silver hair, and his slightly narrowed eyes revealed a terrifying chill. The faint smile on his lips made people involuntarily raise their guard.
The old man was Yamabuki High School's tennis club's consultant, and the one who was loved by the team members.
He was over seventy years old, but he didn't look old at all. He still looked like he was in his early sixties. Moreover, he had been coaching tennis for half his life, so he gave off a feeling that he could not be ignored just by standing there.
"Kentaro, what do you think?"
The old man's voice woke up the young man beside him. He was 1.78 meters tall, and his grayish-brown hair was wild. However, he was actually a gentle person. When he heard his companion's question, he thought for a moment and replied," Very strong, at least to be able to force Qianshi to such a state. Furthermore, it's obvious that they're capable of doing so. The only people I can think of in the Kanto region are Tezuka and Atobe.”
Kunihiro Tezuka and Keigo Atobe were the two national figures in the Tokyo junior high school tennis scene. There were even rumors that Emperor Tachikai of Kanagawa had been defeated by Tezuka. Comparing the two of them, one could see the shock in Minami-Ken Taro's heart.
" It's indeed not bad." Tomata nodded, but his narrowed eyes revealed a hint of disappointment.
Kentaro Minami, Yamaguchi's minister, a gentle and friendly leader. Under his leadership, Yamaguchi's tennis club was well-behaved and never made any mistakes. However, everything was a blessing and a curse, and Mountain Chui had lost some of his ambition as a result. His aggressiveness and attacks were slightly weaker.
However, in Tomata's eyes, Kentaro's greatest weakness was his narrow vision. Thinking about it, it made sense. He hadn't stepped out of the mountains in the east of the country for many years, so how could he have opened his eyes?
As for Qian Shi's opponent, the black-haired youth who had just joined the team, he knew his strength and information very well.
He was a super genius who had shown his tennis talent since he was young. At the age of twelve, he was admitted to the German public high school in Ber due to his excellent results. In two years, he led the team to sweep the German junior high school competition. His results were even shocking to some people in the world today.
As for why he didn't win a double, it was because during the final yesterday, the ace of the team, Yuan, had returned to Japan at his invitation to join the Yamabuki tennis club.
A student who was highly regarded by the tennis club in Barcelona had chosen a Japanese school that was not even ranked in the top ten in the world tennis rankings. This kind of fantasy had indeed happened. The flustered and exasperated coach of the Barcelona tennis club almost spat out a mouthful of blood when he found out that his opponent was actually Yuan's grandfather.
That's right, the young man in the middle of the field was Tomoda's biological grandson.
Gwon Shunichi was in the third year of junior high school. He was 1.8 meters tall, and his light gray T-shirt accentuated his well-proportioned figure. His black hair fluttered in the wind, and his thick eyebrows rose up in rebellion. His black eyes were dark and deep, and his face seemed to be carved out of a statue, making him look unusually handsome.
At this moment, facing Shan Chui's ace level one-on-one battle, he seemed to be taking it seriously, but in reality, he was not in a hurry. It was as if he was playing a game with the other party. In Qian Shi's eyes, his actions were like a stop-motion animation, and in Yuan's eyes, Qian Shi's actions were also unable to escape.
The only difference was that Qianshi's movements in the source eye were more like a computer capture, and every detail could even be magnified.
This godlike ability was something that even Tomata could not explain clearly. He could only attribute it to the abnormal learning ability of Genesis and the chant he had chanted since he was young. A sage once said that if one repeatedly checked one's thoughts every day, one would discover the shortcomings of one's existence.
As for Origin, he had been chanting the nine syllables that could calm one's mind for more than ten years. In fact, this kid had developed some other moves in a place that he did not know about, making it impossible for him to see his limits.
Especially in the two years in Germany, no one knew how much he had improved. But every time he thought of the German coach's angry words that threatened his life yesterday, Tomoda could not help but laugh. One could imagine that if it wasn't for his relationship with the Origin, the German side might not have let him go.
Tomata's mouth curled up slightly as he looked at the source that leaped high and slammed the racket down. "I'm afraid this kid will turn the entire tennis world upside down."
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