Tonight at 24 o'clock, I'm asking for a first order!
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"M-Director Sanshang, bad news, bad news.”
However, the burly Yamazaki Men did not even knock on the door and hurriedly ran in. Seeing this, San Shang's expression could not help but change. He frowned and said,"Are you the coach in charge of strength?”
"Ha Yi!"
Yamazaki bowed repeatedly and nodded." Yes, I am. I didn't expect Director Mitsugami to remember my name. It's truly an honor."”
"Alright, alright."
San Shang waved his hand. He didn't want to listen to his subordinates bootlicking in front of this teacher. "What happened?"
"It's like this."
At that moment, Yamazaki told him about what had happened earlier, adding fuel to the fire. Especially when he pushed the blame to Nakamura and Mishima. He knew very well that the only person in the club who could control Mishima was the director, Migami.
In any case, the worst that could happen was to pack up and leave. He had already thrown caution to the wind and tried his best.
"Are you saying that because of Mishima's negligence, the junior high tennis club and the senior high tennis club started fighting?”
"That's right."
Yamazaki nodded and added,""Many students and coaches heard about it and went to see it. This is a bad influence. It will make our Eagle Mountain suffer."
"Enough!"
Before he could finish, San Shang slammed the table and shouted,""You have to come to me for such a small matter. Can't you see that I'm receiving guests?”
"But…"
Yamazaki shrunk his neck. He was indeed hot-blooded and forgot to knock on the door first. In Japan, where hierarchy was extremely strong, this was undoubtedly a death sentence.
"No buts."
A cold light overflowed from San Shang's eyes. If it wasn't for his teacher, he would have exploded. Looking at the nervous Yamazaki, he shouted,""Get out."
"Yes, yes!"
Although Yamazaki was furious at being scolded by others, he didn't dare to anger San Shang anymore. With his power in the Japanese tennis world, if he wanted to, he would definitely be able to make him unable to survive.
He turned around and carefully closed the door.
"Burp!"
As soon as Yamazaki left, the middle-aged man named Ru Dao stood up.
"Teacher!"
San Shang was shocked and quickly said,"Is it because of the lack of hospitality? I'll call someone to bring wine."”
He was terrified, but at the same time, he hated Yamazaki. If he hadn't barged in so rudely, how could he have angered this person?
"No."
Unexpectedly, he shook his head and said,"I'm full of wine. I want to see something entertaining."”
"tennis or hunting?"
As one of the first batch of students to enter the Dao, he knew very well that his teacher liked to study tennis and hunting the most other than drinking.
It was said that the other party had mastered a particularly powerful technique of torturing eagles, and the eagles trained were very obedient. Besides being shaped like an eagle, there were also many rare species of eagles living in the forest.
"Let's watch the match."
Entering Dao patted his tattered Daoist robe. Dust and dirt splattered everywhere, covering the minimalistic office of Sanshang. However, he did not dare to get angry. Instead, he laughed and said,"Alright, I'll arrange it immediately."
"Don't trouble yourself."
Entering Dao shook his head, and a smile appeared on his broad face.""Didn't that person just say that there's a showdown between middle school students and high school students?”
"But that level…"
He wanted to say, how could a high school student compare to the professional players in his club? However, before he could finish speaking, the three boats opened the door and walked out in large strides.
"Sigh!"
Sighing, San Shang hurriedly followed.
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On the outdoor court.
At this moment, a considerable number of people had already gathered. Except for those who were dull or hard-working, almost all the students and coaches of the Eagle Mountain Club had arrived.
It was still Nakamura who was the referee, but at this moment, he was obviously a little nervous. Looking at the tall and thin young man who was playing tennis, he cleared his throat and said in a clear voice,"The first match begins. Yano Makinofuji will serve.”
Yano Kaito.
Looking at the tall and thin young man who was gently tapping the tennis ball, some information surfaced in Liu's mind. It was the information he had accidentally seen when he was studying tennis.
16 years old, second year of high school at the Shepherd's Vine Academy He was one of the main players in Mu Zhiteng's national team. He was good at long-distance running and exquisite technical attacks. He was called a technical expert by that tennis magazine.
"I'm going up."
Yano looked at Chisui with a faint smile. He raised his left hand and tossed the tennis ball high into the air. Then, he stretched his body and hit a perfect serve.
Bang!
The sound of the ball hitting the ground startled the surrounding Ying Shan students. The speed of this serve was extremely fast, and the angle of attack chosen was also amazing.
"What a sharp serve!"
Someone exclaimed in a low voice. It seemed that they did not expect a mere high school student to be able to play such a standard serve.
"Eh?"
San Shang, who had walked out after stepping into the path, also saw this serve. He was a little moved. This level was no longer inferior to some eighteen-year-old students.
He looked at Yano, who looked a little immature, and muttered,""Mu Zhiteng's team member? It seems like he's worthy of the title of the second consecutive national champion.”
"True to its name?"
Unexpectedly, the person who had stepped into the Dao standing beside him sneered,""I think it's an exaggeration. Watch carefully. That junior high school student is not simple.”
Shua!
As soon as he finished speaking, Chisui had already appeared in front of Yano's serve.
"So fast!"
Everyone's expression changed, including Sanshang.
Vice-President Tsuka's eyes narrowed. He didn't think that there would be a junior high student with such a strong leg.
"Hmm?"
All of a sudden, his eyes widened as he looked at Qian Sui, who was shaking his racket, in disbelief." This is a short ball?!!"
Pa!
The Thousand-Year Racquet lightly cut out, and the tennis ball was sent flying by the force.
"Damn it!"
Yano's expression changed. He didn't expect his opponent to catch up with his serve, and he didn't expect his opponent to play such a delicate short ball.
Ta Ta Ta!
He did not dare to be careless and rushed forward. Stab. After catching up with the tennis ball and hitting it back, he heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. A confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again."The return is not bad, but it's just so-so.”
Bang!
What responded to him was a fierce lashing of the ball.
The tennis ball flew past him, and the whirlwind that followed caused his face to hurt. Before he could react, the tennis ball exploded behind him.
“......”
The stadium suddenly fell into a dead silence.
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