Legendary tennis, starting from signing up to talent

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This slum on the edge of Italy.

It seems to be a forgotten place in the prosperous world.

Even at dusk, which should be a gentle moment, the sky here seems to be always shrouded in a thick layer of lead.

The sun tries to penetrate, but can only cast mottled light and shadow, unable to drive away the dullness and despair that permeates every inch of the air.

On both sides of the street, the houses are like old people who have experienced vicissitudes of life.

The cracks on the wall are intertwined with the traces of time, covered by various graffiti and bullet marks left by the war.

In such a seemingly hopeless environment, in the center of the slum, stands an extremely simple church.

It does not have the magnificence of Gothic architecture, nor the complexity and splendor of Baroque style. It is just a small house built with simple materials, but for the residents here, it is a spiritual haven and a beacon of hope.

"Ding Ding Ding~"

The long bell sounded, and a group of five or six-year-old children skillfully put away the clothes hanging in the yard, and another group hung up the freshly washed clothes.

"Everyone, hurry up, we must wash all the clothes and quilts today."

"Oh, who wet the bed again? There is a smell..."

"The chapel must also be cleaned up, everyone work harder, there will be broth tonight!"

"..."

Bursts of childish voices and the voices of several young nuns came out.

Everyone was busy, but everyone's face was filled with happy smiles.

It seemed that all this busyness was to welcome a very important day.

"Brother Beichuan is back! Brother Beichuan is back!"

Almost when the sun was about to set, a little boy of about eleven or twelve years old walked into the church yard with a rather simple and shabby "tennis racket" made of wood.

And those children saw him at the first time and shouted a few words loudly.

Then they gathered around each other.

"Eh? Why are you guys cleaning up today?"

Beichuan picked up a baby and asked with a smile.

Although he looked very young, his eyes were mature beyond his age.

It was like an adult trying to make a child happy.

But before the children could answer.

"Little Beichuan, come here, I have something to tell you." An old nun with a hunched figure waved at Beichuan at the door of the chapel.

"Okay!"

Beichuan pinched the baby's face, put it on the ground, and walked towards the chapel.

Not long after.

As the two entered the chapel one after the other.

Beichuan supported the old nun Susan and slowly walked to the first row of chairs in the chapel.

"Little Beichuan, you will be 11 years old tomorrow, right?"

"Time flies!"

The voice of the old nun Susan was like a ray of warm sunshine in spring, gently brushing the heart of little Beichuan.

She is an old nun who has served here for many years. The years have left marks on her face, but the light of eternal love flashes in her eyes.

Her hands, covered with calluses, seem unusually gentle at this moment, gently stroking little Beichuan's head, conveying silent love.

"Yeah."

Beichuan nodded.

"This is for you, a gift for little Beichuan's 11th birthday."

At the same time, she handed the thing wrapped tightly in torn clothes to Beichuan.

"Grandma Susan, this is..."

Beichuan looked at the thing in front of him and was startled.

"I was going to give it to you at midnight on your birthday." After a few seconds of silence, Sister Susan continued softly, "But, I think no matter what the meaning is, gifts should be put to good use."

"Open it quickly and take a look. I hope you like it."

After the words fell.

Beichuan took it with both hands and slowly unfolded the old clothes wrapped on it.

The next moment, a brand new standard racket came into Beichuan's eyes.

"It's very expensive..." After taking a deep breath, Beichuan looked at the old sister Susan very seriously, "Is it time for me to leave the church?"

After all, this is the sore of Europe and the largest slum, and he is not the only child in the church.

So generally when the child is about the same age, he will either be adopted by others or leave here to be self-reliant.

The former is lucky, and the latter is unfortunate.

In fact, he has been in this world for almost 11 years.

He was picked up by Sister Susan outside.

I thought I had just come to a strange world, or even that I had drunk a fake Meng Po soup when I was reincarnated.Memory of the past life.

But it was not until three years ago that a familiar name appeared on a tattered newspaper that was more than a year out of date - professional tennis player, samurai Echizen Nanjiro.

At that time, Kitagawa knew that he was not unfamiliar with this world!

However, as a time traveler, he had not noticed any traces of the golden finger for almost eleven years.

Of course, Kitagawa did not sit still and wait for death.

Although the current start was not good, he had started to prepare as early as when he saw the name of Echizen Nanjiro.

Fortunately, although this place is extremely poor, because of the popularity of tennis, and occasionally people donate books to the church, there is no shortage of books on the basics of tennis.

But even so.

For Kitagawa who is in this situation, it is still quite difficult to change all this.

After all, a tennis racket and a tennis ball are absolutely quite luxurious and expensive for him at this stage.

The only way out is to be adopted and walk out of this chaotic and barren area.

"A professional tennis player wants to adopt a child who likes tennis, and everyone in the church voted for you."

"Everyone thinks you shouldn't stay in this place!"

Old nun Susan looked at Beichuan and explained gently, as if she was worried that Beichuan would not want to leave here.

"......."

After a moment of silence, Beichuan nodded heavily.

At the same time, he held the brand new racket in his hand.

It was like making an unbreakable decision.

The next moment.

A mechanical voice sounded in his mind.

[Ding Dong! ]

[Energy conversion completed. ]

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