I, the wind child of the tennis world

Bang!

Bang!

A street court in Kanagawa.

At this moment, two figures are constantly fighting in it.

These are two teenagers about twelve or thirteen years old.

One of the teenagers is wearing a baseball cap, and his angular face has an indescribable sense of sharpness. With his sword-like eyes, the whole person looks quite domineering.

Compared with the boy in the baseball cap, the boy who is fighting with him is much more elegant, and the whole person exudes a sense of bookishness.

Although they are not very old, their strength is quite strong, and every move reveals a sense of dominance.

The boy in the baseball cap is Sanada.

As for the elegant boy, it is Yukimura.

Like those who are about to enter junior high school in other parts of Japan, in a few days, the two of them will also enter junior high school.

Bang!

Bang!

One ball, two balls.

On the court, Sanada and Yukimura are fighting quickly.

Both Yukimura and Sanada are much stronger than in the elementary school competition, which can be seen from the situation of the two fighting.

This is probably because of the outstanding talents of Sanada and Yukimura!

For others, a month might not be a big improvement, but for them, it was enough for them to step onto a new ladder.

Of course!

There might be another reason.

That was the defeat in the elementary school competition.

Both Yukimura and Sanada were people with strong self-esteem. Naturally, if they lost to someone, they would want to get it back.

……

Half an hour later, Sanada and Yukimura stopped and walked out of the court. They leaned against the wire mesh and wiped the sweat off their foreheads with towels.

After a while, Yukimura finally spoke,"It will be a while before we enter junior high school!"

""Yes!"

Sanada's eyes narrowed slightly.

A figure appeared in his mind.

Fuji Shusuke.

The man who defeated them in the elementary school competition.

"Are you feeling stressed, Sanada?

Yukimura asked Sanada with a smile.

"Yes!"

Sanada did not hide his inner feelings. He was indeed under some pressure.

But Sanada's eyes were full of fighting spirit. He said in a deep voice:"But it's more of motivation!"

"Not bad!"

Yukimura nodded.

"Let's work together! Defeat him!"

Sanada looked at Yukimura, his eyes full of fighting spirit.

""Okay!"

Yukimura nodded.

……

At the same time, thousands of miles away in England, in a tennis court, five or six white boys were kneeling on the ground, panting.

Opposite them was a boy holding a racket. He had brown curly hair and a handsome face. The teardrop mole between his eyebrows added a bit of charm to him.

At this moment, these boys were staring at him fiercely.

However, the boy with the teardrop mole didn't care at all. He looked at these white boys kneeling on the ground like an emperor.

"Don't look at me like that. I just want to play a game of ball with you guys before I leave!"

Play a game of ball before leaving?

These white boys obviously didn't believe it. Beating them to the ground and unable to get up, this is called playing a game of ball? This guy clearly came with the intention of beating him.

And the boy with tear mole obviously saw the anger in these people's hearts. He stood there and smiled:"Of course! By the way, I will also leave a deep impression on you. After all, I will definitely not be here for the next three years of junior high school!" Deep impression?

Hearing this, the faces of these white boys were all angry.

Sure enough!

Immediately, a white boy stood up:"Don't be so self-righteous, Atobe Keigo!"

As he said, the boy blasted a ball at the boy named Atobe Keigo.

However, Atobe didn't even look at him, but just shouted"Habachi" softly, and an honest figure appeared in front of Atobe and blocked the ball.

Immediately, Atobe stepped forward and said to these white boys:"Don't be so angry! After all, I only asked you to play ball before I left, you should feel honored!"

"Goodbye! Everyone!"

After saying that, Atobe left with Kaba without looking back, leaving these white boys with a dashing figure.

After leaving the court, Atobe looked up at the sky.

"Japan! I hope you won't let me down!"

After saying that, Atobe went straight back to the manor where he lived in England.

This is a very huge manor, but it can be seen from the area.

However, this is also in line with Atobe's identity. As the young master of the famous Atobe Group in Japan, his life is naturally unimaginable to others.

"Master! Everything is packed, we are ready to go!"

After Ji Bu came back, an old man came over.

The old man's name was Michael, he was Ji Bu's housekeeper, responsible for Ji Bu's daily life.

""Okay!"

Atobe smiled faintly, and then seemed to have thought of something, he asked Michael

"Oh, right! Which school did the old man arrange for me to go to in junior high school?

Although he was not looking forward to his junior high school life, he was not too nervous.

"Hyotei Academy, a noble school in Tokyo!"

A noble school?

Atobe didn't care what kind of school this so-called Hyotei Academy was, but the noble school Michael mentioned earlier made him slightly satisfied.

Since it was a noble school, it should be pretty good and worthy of his status.

"I understand!"

Atobe nodded.

Soon, a private plane landed in the manor.

This was a medium-sized private plane, but with the strength of the Atobe family, this kind of private plane was undoubtedly easy to fly.

Atobe himself owned a small private plane.

When the plane landed, Atobe also sat on it.

Then, the plane took off.