In the new semester, in Lihai University where the sea breeze was blowing and cherry blossoms were dancing. The freshmen were interacting with each other, and lively scenes appeared in every corner of the campus.
"Whoosh!"
Standing in the corridor of the teaching building, Qiehara looked out with her hands on the wall. With tape on her face, she heaved a long sigh of relief." Finally, you're not in the first grade anymore!"
Age was Qieyuan's Achilles heel on the tennis team.
However, although Sanada was a man of rules, his style was like thunder. However, he would not be too pedantic towards those who were truly powerful. Qie Yuan had been selected for the main selection before the National League last year.
Of course, this was also thanks to the three open-minded leaders of Lihai University, so the third-years did not dare to raise any objections. As for Mao Li, who was the leader of the third-year students, he was a lazy person.
There were no twists and turns in the change of power in Lihai.
On the fourth floor, at the entrance of the 3rd year C film, Yukimura, who was wearing a black school uniform and tie, smiled and said,"New player, new atmosphere, new season!”
Liu narrowed his eyes and said,""Before that, it's time to plan for the internal competition, Xianyilang!”
"Yes!"
Sanada nodded. Without the cap, he felt less oppressive. He had black hair and handsome features. In terms of looks, he was not much worse than the others.
However, many people were afraid of his majesty and did not even dare to look him in the eye. His toughness overshadowed his handsomeness. People were more concerned about his tennis style than his simple appearance. And he was happy to do so.
"Oh, right."
Yukura's face was filled with confusion. His smile made the girls nearby exclaim in surprise. He nodded in that direction, and the girls almost fainted from happiness.
"What do you plan to do with that Prince Ren?" he asked Sanada.”
Sanada's voice turned cold.”
Ranking based on seniority was a phenomenon that existed in Japanese companies of all sizes at that time. Similarly, this phenomenon also affected tennis.
Without experience, and without the terrifying and overwhelming strength of Sanada and Yukura, those naturally arrogant third-years would definitely not agree.
After all, Nakagawa's strength was only at the middle and lower levels of the third grade. There were also a few strong non-selected elites.
"Is that so?" Hearing this, the smile on Yukimura's face became even wider.
"Of course." Sanada, who was staring into the distance, paused and smiled.""It depends on his training attitude.”
As expected!
Yukimura and Ryu smiled at each other.
......
For three years, there were 20 men and 20 women.
In the classroom, the boys who had just met in the new semester had endless things to say and kept playing around. As for the girls, some were gossiping while others were reading.
In the back row of group three, King Ren was bored to death. He held a pen in his left hand and spun it quickly. This was a skill that he had spent a long time learning in his previous life. It was a skill that he used to act cool and kill time.
Looking at the lively scene outside the window, he suddenly had the illusion that it was a lifetime ago.
It had only been three days since he transmigrated to this world, but tennis was deeply engraved in his memory. Professional tennis was his goal, and his ambition was unknown.
"Surpass Echigami Nijiro and become the only legend in the tennis world!”
At the thought of this, his eyes lit up, startling the fellow who was reading comics in front of him. He turned his head, but King Ren smiled at him. The foxy smile made the boy with round hair think of the villains in comics.
" Prince Ren, you…" He wanted to probe but was interrupted before he could finish.
"Prince Ren Yazhi, come to my office!”
This was the most famous teacher of Lihai University, Cang Lian Xiaoshan. As a mathematics teacher, he was envied by God. He was already a Mediterranean landscape before he was forty years old.
Following behind Cang Lian and seeing how smart he was, King Ren became even more determined to pursue his tennis career.
......
In the office, the two of them sat opposite each other.
Cang Lian looked at the calm King Ren and frowned,""Yazhi, I heard that you've started playing tennis again recently?”
Cang Lian was also a tennis fan, but he knew very well that practicing tennis would take a lot of Ren Wang's energy.
"Yes." King Ren answered truthfully.
"Why?" Cang Lian's voice suddenly rose a few notches as he roared in a low voice,""Isn't your target Tokyo University? Don't you want to be a great engineer? Even if your body recovers, tennis might not be able to cross the threshold of professionalism!”
Looking at his teacher who was blushing because of his roar, King Ren was touched. However, his expression did not change at all. Instead, he smiled.
King Ren's narrow eyes shot out a sharp light.""Because I want to play professionally!"
Thud!
Cang Lian's heart skipped a beat because he saw that King Ren's gaze was even more determined than when he was about to learn mathematics.
"Humph!"
Knowing that he couldn't start with King Ren, he snorted and said,""I will personally visit your father tomorrow!”
"I'm afraid there's no need to trouble you, teacher.”"I've already discussed this with my father." King Ren smiled and stood up. Besides, becoming a mathematician and a professional tennis player didn't seem to be contradictory, right?”
Cang Lian was stunned for a moment before shaking his head.”
Not to mention how difficult it was to reach the top in these two majors. Moreover, King Ren was doing it at the same time. It was impossible for him to achieve anything.
"That's it, Teacher. I'll take my leave first!”
King Ren bowed slightly, turned around, and walked out of the office. Cang Lian smiled bitterly in his heart as he watched him leave.
"Yazhi, you don't know how vast this world is!”
But when he thought of the look in King Ren's eyes, Cang Lian's eyes lit up again.""I hope you can succeed. The second samurai, Minamijiro? Ha!"
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