After the car arrived at the destination, King Ren got out of the car with the tennis bag on his back and entered the club.
"Oh, Prince Ren is so early today?”
"I heard that you have a competition today? How was the fight? You won't cry if you lose, right?"
"Hahaha..."
Because of King Ren's maturity, he was very familiar with the "uncles" who often came to the club to play. When they saw King Ren, they greeted him one after another. King Ren also smiled and nodded in response. As for some words... Well, it was better to ignore them!
Bang!
Bang!
The sound of hitting balls in the club was endless. In addition to practicing the serve machine, there were also many people playing games. Kanagawa was a famous sports district, and there were many tennis players. There were even retired professional tennis players here.
"Prince Ren, are we still operating three today?”
A staff member who was familiar with King Ren shouted at the top of his lungs.
"No, Uncle Wellside, we don't need a ball machine today!”
King Ren smiled and shook his head. Then, he found an empty half of the court, put down his tennis bag, and took out his racket to warm up.
"Mentian, you didn't participate in the competition this year?”
On the other side, two people were talking while practicing against the ball machine. This Mentian was a retired professional player. Many of them had formed a league organized by amateurs and retired players.
This league started from Tokyo, to Kanto, Kansai, Kyushu, Hokkaido, and so on. Now, there were basically people from all over Japan participating.
"I can't, sigh..." Mentian shook his head."These retired players are getting stronger and stronger. I'm old too, I can't fight anymore..."
He sighed and felt a little helpless.
When they started playing professional tennis, Japanese tennis had just started. At that time, tennis skills were still basic. Most of the time, they relied on strength and speed to fight.
However, as time passed, new techniques and training methods were developed. The new generation of people naturally became more and more powerful! Especially after Echigo Minamijiro, who brought Japanese tennis to a new height, the development of Japanese tennis became more and more rapid.
For a veteran like him, other than his rich experience, he was almost completely behind. In addition, he was already in his forties and almost fifties, and his physical strength had already passed its peak. Even if he participated in the competition, he would only be a running partner. He might as well rest at home.
He had long passed the age of competing for victory in tennis. He had given everything he could to Japanese tennis. For him now, tennis was more of a habit that he had developed over the past few decades. It was a part of his life.
"That's right." Another person sighed and nodded."These people eat well, use well, and train well! If I had such conditions back then, I might have been another Yukishiro!”
"Hahaha…keep bragging!”Mentian rolled his eyes at his friend. This guy really liked to brag.
However, the current conditions were much better than before. The better training methods allowed the ordinary players that could be trained in batches to catch up with the genius players of their time. As for the current geniuses…
Mentian vaguely remembered a red-haired child he saw on a trip to Gangshan last year. He looked especially mature.
That tennis ball…was still deeply etched in his memory!
"Hehe..." There was no hint of embarrassment on the other party's face."Now our Japanese tennis is slowly developing. Countries like Germany have even arranged scouts here.”
Speaking of which, it was a little lamentable. From a country that was basically a single-player tennis player, from a country where no one brought him along to play, it had now become a country where people took the initiative to explore talents.
It wasn't just Yukijiro who had contributed to the Japanese tennis world. The shrimp soldiers and crab generals also had a part to play. At the same time, they also felt gratified. From the first batch, they entered this circle without hesitation and dedicated their entire lives to it.
It was like watching your child grow up and become successful. Only those who had experienced it could understand this feeling.
Menda smiled and started packing.
"You're going back so early today?”
"That's right. My daughter is on holiday today. I can play two rounds with her when I go back.”
Menda's daughter had been admitted to Eastern University two years ago, and her interest in tennis had been cultivated since she was young. After all, with such a father, it was only natural for her to play tennis.
"Go, go, go…Get lost!”
His best friend's face was dark. He did have a daughter, but after forcing her to play tennis for two years, she stopped playing tennis. With her mother's protection, it was still over.
"Pfft ~ Uncle Mentian, how about playing a round with me?”
A bright silver racket appeared in front of him.
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