Net King: Shuji Tanejima

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

The ghost keeps increasing his strength, but there is nothing he can do.

After a stalemate, the two sides are not up and down.

"Is this who you are from Dacheng?"

A solemn look flashed in the ghost's eyes.

In the past, Shuji who didn't have Dacheng could be on an equal footing with him, but it was never as easy as it is now.

Divide all the killer features into nothing, this is what Shuji Tanejima told him personally.

At first, I didn't believe it, but after a fight, the ghost believed.

But it's only in the junior high school world, and no matter how exaggerated the talent is, you have to follow the physical way of playing.

After all, there is no such thing as an invincible defense.

Shuji's extinction is gone, and there should also be a limit point, as long as the strength is exceeded, the balance will be lost.

"Why don't you use that trick?"

After much thought, the ghost dispelled the idea.

That move is a fatal move, and it can't be used unless it's adversity, and he can't guarantee that Xiu Er's extinction can't be taken over.

The relationship between the two is good, and it is even more unlikely that he will use it.

If you use it, there will be two possibilities, the good one is not to mention, and the bad one is that it will make the two people estranged.

Bang!

The strength of the ghost is increased, and the fight is satisfying.

On the other side, the corners of Xiu Er's mouth outlined a smile, and the counterattack seemed to be relaxed and comfortable.

The extinct Dacheng, and some hole cards, made him more sure in the national competition.

Stops for up to two hours of practice.

Grunt.

Shuji Tanejima drank water, and the water was more than halfway through.

He threw the mineral water at the other party.

The ghost took it and drank it all.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile, "Shuji, how is that person?".

"Nope. "

A hint of strangeness flashed in Tanejima's eyes, "That person, you can't handle it verbally." "

After a pause, he hurriedly said, "However, tennis may be fine." "

"Then I'll leave it to you. "

The ghost nodded, relieved by Shuji.

"Hmm. "

Shuji nodded.

The sunset also set, the two left, Xiu Er went directly, and the ghost went to disband the team.

.......

Shuji Tanejima was walking alone on the side of the street, and a figure appeared in his mind.

The figure was his classmate, but when Shuji remembered the original identity of this person, a strange smile rose on the corner of his mouth.

With this person, there is a fifty percent certainty of the national competition.

Shuji Tanejima returns home.

His house is an ordinary small yard, open the door, there is no one yet.

Glanced at it and went up to the second floor.

Shuji turned on the computer, opened the chat software, looked at the target, and was not online.

Cracking sound.

He typed quickly, sending what he wanted to convey.

After everything was done, he looked at the other party's avatar was still gray, so he turned off the chat software to the background, opened the latest week's anime, and watched it with relish.

Shuji Tanejima looked fascinated.

Ding!

The voice replying to the message came out, and he smiled: "It's finally back..."

As he spoke, he paused the video, clicked out the chat bar, and replied to the other side: "Xiujun, what's wrong?".

"It's an invitation to join the tennis club. "

Shuji typing sends.

The other side was silent, and replied for a long time: "Xiujun, I have already said that I really don't know how to play tennis." "

"You just. "

Shuji almost wanted to laugh, this guy can't play? If he hadn't read the original book, he would have believed it.

After complaining in his heart, he crackled and typed a word.

"It's okay, I'll teach you. "

Send it up.

Then, without giving the other party a chance to refuse, he even typed: "I'm going down, see you at eight o'clock tonight, on the street court near my house." "

Shuji turned off the chat software and did it in one go.

"This time, I'll see how you refuse. "

Shuji smiled.

........

One bedroom

A baby-faced young man smiled like a soft spring breeze when he saw his tablemate looking for him.

However, when I saw the three words I taught you, the smile converged and faded a little.

Teach me?

He wanted to laugh a little.

Who teaches whom, not necessarily.

"Just pass the time. "

......

The night was dark.

Seven forty-five a.m.

Shuji said hello to his parents and went out.

He watched the night and tugged at the tennis bag he was carrying on his back.

Somewhat heavy.

Three rackets.

The minimum standard for tennis players is three rackets and two spare.

Usually, Shuji is confident in his strength and usually only brings two rackets, but considering that guy deliberately didn't bring a racket, he fortunately brought one more.

Come to the street court.

Seeing that there was no one, Xiu Er found a place to play on the wall.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Shuji turned his foot, his feet quickly staggered, and when he landed in front of the tennis ball, he waved his backhand.

Boom.

The backhand is not as strong as the forehand, but this ball has the essence of being fast and accurate.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang

Running from side to side, if a Japanese professional comes to watch, you will feel that his breath has an indescribable artistic conception.

It seems that the sense of presence disappears at any time, but the dazzling light appears in front of the ball.

The combination of contradictions makes his strength unpredictable.

In the middle of the game, a not tall figure came and stopped by the tree.

It seems to be secretly observing.

"Huh?".

Xiu Er was stunned for a moment, revealing a strange smile.

Rustle....

As soon as the thought moved, he took a step back, pulled his racket back, seemed to be ready to go, saw a point, and quickly pulled it out.

The paddle and the tennis ball pull out the slightest spark.

Bang!

In an instant, the tennis ball wrapped around a cyclone, like a red flame cannonball hitting the wall, and bounced back.

Sou.

Through Shuji, who bowed his head slightly and closed his eyes and smiled.

The observed figure was stunned, the other party's movements were clearly deliberate, and ripples rippled in his heart, "Classmate Xiu, you actually noticed my breath?".

He has deliberately hidden.

But it seems that he underestimated Shuji's strength.

Syllable.

He raised his hand to catch the ball, and his stamina made him frown, combined with the information that the opponent defeated Atsukyo Tono, he really underestimated Shuji's strength.

"Not good!".

His complexion changed suddenly, and when he saw Shuji turn his head, his long delicate and lovely face showed fear.

"Repair..... Xiujun. "

He smiled wryly, "Are you trying to kill me?"

"Didn't you catch it?

Shuji Tanejima laughed, as if he had a deep meaning.

Irie played a lot, and he was his tablemate.