I Never Hang Up When I Play Tennis

Kansai, the Kansai competition is also in full swing.

"Shiraishi, Fuji, and Ryoma, the three of you are going to watch the Kanto finals," Watanabe said, dangling a toothpick, eating some noodles, and finished the miso soup.

Perfect.

The rest of the team was full of boredom.

How many times have you eaten.

Really stingy Axiu.

"..."

"It doesn't matter, with our strength, even if the three of you are not there, Mu Zhiteng will not be able to make waves. 35

It's not arrogance, it's confidence.

Shitenhouji has long had a grade difference with other schools. Even if the opponent is Mu Zhiteng, the former national hegemon.

The next day, in the finals of the Kansai Competition, Mu Zhiteng's captain, Men Xiewu, was overjoyed when he saw it.

Shitenhouji doesn't have three singles, who else is he afraid of?

Follow in the footsteps of the overlord Byōdōin Hōō and win the Kansai Championship, followed by the National Championship. Embark on the road of rejuvenation of Muzhiteng.

"Go on, win the championship," Men Xiewu yelled. The momentum is boiling.

It is our duty to recast the glory of Muzhiteng.

"Roar," Mu Zhiteng united.

Bang bang bang, 6:0, 6:3, 7:4... A series of failures, door Xiewu is like a dream.

"Impossible, impossible, Shitenhouji can't be this strong." Men Xiewu shouted, which was completely illogical.

"Your vision limits your imagination, just like me before." Watanabe shaved his teeth.

Touch, the door Xiewu was blasted into the stands by Ishida Gin's wave ball.

"Amitabha." Ishida Gin proclaimed the Buddha's name, sinning sin.

It seems that the next time I will use less force and knock everyone out.

Kansai Tournament Champion, Shitenhouji.

In the Kyushu area, Chitose Senri and Tachibana Jihei also packed their bags and prepared to watch the final in person.

Video tape, in the end can not see the real.

Anyway, the Kyushu competition and the Kanto and Kansai competitions are held at different times, and the time is sufficient.

"I'm going too.||," Ju Xing was very excited.

"Good? 995

"Why, can't you?"

"No, it's better to go together. 33 Tachibana Jihei remained calm.

Only Kite, indifferently looked at the Lion Dance players.

He also wanted to go, but he was helpless and lacked strength.

"Insufficient, Minister, you underestimate me too much." Kite said to herself. His strength is also very strong.

"Your strength is too weak, and you can't understand it on the spot."

Kite:

Not only the middle and middle schools, but even the high schools are also watching this battle.

"Well, those are Rikkai high school members, Shida Ling, Hoshitani Go.""

"That's Mu Zhiteng's Di.

"Uehara Akira of Lion Music. 55

"Yusho Kurosawa of Shitenhouji.

All are big-name star players, of course from high school.

"You're here? 99

"Come on," said Akira Uehara, who was very interested in middle school students who have been in the limelight recently.

Di Damas sat on the chair with a golden knife, his face full of disdain.

After all, it's just a middle school student, and it's like a god. Is it still comparable to the legendary Minister of Byodoin?

Just kidding no.

As the head of Mu Zhiteng's tennis department, the national hegemon in the high school world, the reason why he came to watch the "Children's Family Wine" game was to see the so-called world-class junior high school students.

"Hmph, it's just a middle school level at best." Di Zheng muttered, remembering the strength of Bawang Pingyuan, which he was far inferior to in his third year of high school, and immediately changed his tune.

"Maybe not even the level of middle school students."

"Then you are wrong," Zhitian Ling said. "The younger generation in the middle of the country has already far surpassed us."

"Beyond?" Di sneered.

The gap between high school students and middle school students is a natural difference.

Suddenly, Di saw a familiar figure.

"Yuan, Tohno classmate? Kaji classmate?" Di stammered, this is a legend of Mu Zhiteng's two consecutive dominations, Di, who is in the same grade, is only a substitute, and can't even make it into the main election.

"Why are you here?"

Both of Tohno Atsukyo didn't even look at Di, a substitute, they haven't seen each other for a few years, and the two of them have long forgotten.

"Please take a seat, please take a seat," Di Baba gave up his seat, like a little follower.

Soon, another master appeared. Not a fake master of the high school, but a master of U17.

Di and the others have their eyes full of flowers, the legends of the past, Tanegashima Shuji, Irie Kanata, Kimijima, Omagari, Yuezhi and Moonlight...

"They, why did they come to watch the middle school students' games?" Di was puzzled.

"It's very simple, because of the level of junior high school students, I'm afraid we have already reached a situation we don't know about." High School Shitenhouji Minister Kurosawa Yuxiang said.

"..."Yes, the terror is not only us, but also they..."

They, of course, are the true masters who stand at the very top of the high school world.

Di couldn't believe it, but the current situation was probably true.

His teammates who respect him like gods, I am afraid there is something really bad.

Not only the U17 masters, but also scouts from all over the world have come one after another for this battle, taking out professional equipment and collecting intelligence.

"It's really unpleasant, can't they be banned from carrying equipment?" San Mifūne Nyudō San was dissatisfied. This is all information from the Japanese team. Just being spied on by opponents in vain.

The chairman of the organizing committee could only smile awkwardly as if he didn't hear it.

Mifune also knew that it was difficult for people, and couldn't help complaining in his heart.

What happened to this batch of middle school students? If you want to compare the winners and losers in the U17 casually, you have to go to the Kanto competition to compete, really...

Look at the high school students, (Nuo's Zhao) all the elites are in the U17. The so-called national competition in the high school department is full of third-rate players. That's what top high school students should do.

Forget it, Mifune can only complain.

"Okay, look at it."

As soon as they got the list of matches, everyone who knew the strengths of both sides was shocked.

"Atobe, is it a substitute?"

"What are you kidding? What is Hyotei doing?"

“Atobe substitute, Hyotei intends to surrender?

Everyone was puzzled.

But it was impossible for Hyotei to surrender.

I don't understand, I really don't understand.

"OK, Mr. Atobe, this is the best lineup I've ever made," said Flender with red eyes, "I've stayed up for several nights and didn't eat yesterday—

"Four times the salary.

These are what I should do.