I Never Hang Up When I Play Tennis

And St. Rudolph.

Takamura cast a glance at the moon.

Well, watch the beginning of the month, small role, don't bother. He offended Atobe anyway, so let Atobe take care of him.

Thinking of this, Takamura's eyes narrowed slightly.

(Guanyue is a person who has a high self-esteem. Before the lottery, he will definitely look at me and Atobe, thinking about how to take revenge and collect data...)

Guanyue stepped onto the summit stage, gave Takamura a cold look again, and Atobe, ready to draw lots.

"According to the calculation, Guanyue will draw b4, which is the best lottery."

(How could I let you draw, Guanyue?)

Takamura reached out and clenched his fist. It seems that you are waiting for Guanyue again.

Watching Guanyue sneered disdainfully.

Rikkai's opponent has been determined, how did you Makoto Takamura teach me?

Wait until the semi-finals at the earliest.

Reaching the semi-finals, I didn't suffer at the beginning of the month, it was already St. Rudolph's best result. I will be the hero of St. Rudolph.

Even though she thought so, Kanyuki's disgust towards Takamura was greatly reduced.

Because, Makoto Takamura, Rikkai's minister and coach, is very afraid of himself.

What does this mean? It shows that he is unparalleled in wit and has no last resort, even Rikkai's captain knows it.

Rikkai's Yanagi Renji is also a waste. If he joins Rikkai, Yanagi Renji's face will be the first choice.

Guanyue didn't realize that the hand she stretched out unknowingly changed the trajectory.

(However, I will make you pay for playing against you. After 2 years, the winner must be St. Rudolph...)

"Nani?"

Guan Yue was stunned, the sign in his hand was b7.

The first round was to meet Hyotei.

It's the second-worst pick in the game.

Second only to the opening encounter with Rikkai.

The problem is that there are still 8 teams.

The probability of 1 in 8, was just met by yourself?

Is this luck too bad?

"St. Rudolph." Atobe sneered.

It seems that the lessons from the competition to them are not enough.

As for Seigaku, there is Rikkai, just ignore it.

Guanyue's face turned blue and white.

The Kanto Contest is over.

What kind of shit is this...

Takamura smiled lightly.

Takamura can manipulate the order of games whenever he wants.

It's just that, unless it's a particularly disgusting opponent, Takamura generally won't interfere in the draw.

Even this time, Takamura only affected the draw for Seigaku and St. Rudolph. If other schools draw a2 before Seigaku, Takamura doesn't care.

Everything is up to God.

But who made Seigaku such a back? 6 schools have come to power, and none of them have drawn a2, so Seigaku you can only play with Rikkai.

As for St. Rudolph, let's just treat it as a cheap man watching the moon and give him a little punishment.

Send him home for the first round.

"Great,"

"Let Guanyue talk cheap."

"Don't say that, we have to thank St. Rudolph."

"Seigaku, St. Rudolph, thank you. We can get past the first round."

The private words made Guanyue's face even worse.

Seigaku and himself are both scapegoats.

"Qianshi, I'll see you next." Minister Yamabuki said.

"Don't worry." Qian Shi smiled confidently.

When Minister Yamabuki heard the words, he nodded lightly.

Sengoku Kiyosumi, a first-year student at Yamabuki Middle-School, is a rising star of Yamabuki Middle-School, with strong singles.

Minister Yamabuki, the reason why he brought Qianshi by lot is mainly because of Qianshi's luck.

Sengoku Kiyosumi, known as the lucky thousand stones, bet with people and never lost.

"Look." Qian Shi closed his eyes, flipped it over, and pulled it out.

"Yamabuki Middle-School, a8." the host said loudly.

"Okay." Minister Yamabuki was overjoyed.

Soon, the matchup list for the Kanto competition was announced.

Some are happy, some are worried.

For Takamura and Rikkai, it doesn't matter.

At night, in such a huge club, Takamura is still training frantically.

A sound burst spread all around, dozens of figures, under the illumination of the moonlight, looked like ghosts.

There is also that tennis ball, which draws phantoms in the air, arcs one by one, hitting the ground, its power is no more than bullets.

After a long time, today's training is finally over.

When I got home, the first thing Takamura did was take a shower to wash away the exhaustion of the day.

Looking at Takamura who was eating, Akutsu Yuuki recalled the terrifying scene of Takamura's training, and couldn't help sighing.

"How strong are you now, is it professional level?"

Over the past few days, Yuuki has also learned a little bit about tennis.

Especially watching the tennis pros match, Yuuki has been amazed by the almost devastating fighting power inside.

Is this really playing tennis?

Clone, giant, time pause, teleportation...

When did the world become a magical world?

What surprised Yuuki the most was that there were still people who dared to watch the game of professional players up close. What kind of brain circuit was this?

"Huh?" Takamura looked up, "Why do you ask that?"

"Because of your strength, your strength is similar to that of a professional player in my opinion."*