Prince of Tennis: People in Hyotei, health care dominates the world

The two of them were so busy that they had to wait for the next few days.

"From now on, I should be within their surveillance range, right?"

Miyashita chuckled and looked around.

With his amazing eyesight, he could find some hidden cameras in the surrounding bushes and some walls.

A faint red light was emitted from the camera.

Miyashita took a break, then took out an invitation from his backpack and pointed it at a camera in front of the gate.

Click.

The gate made a slight sound, and then the iron gate opened automatically to both sides...

...

Inside the training camp, in a small dark room.

"Here I come..."

Kurobe Yukio took a sip of a cup of coffee and glanced at the surveillance screen in front of him with a change of expression.

In the picture, a small boy of twelve or thirteen years old, with a calm look and a smile on his face, stepped into the training camp.

"He looks good mentally. Let's do what Coach Mifune said and test his depth. After measuring his data and letting him taste failure, let Coach Mifune meet him."

Saito said softly with a smile on his face.

"Well... I hope he can go further. After all, he is just a junior high school student. With such good talent, he probably hasn't tasted many failures."

Kurobe nodded expressionlessly.

The gap between junior high school students and high school students is still obvious. Although Miyashita has reached the world level, there are also world-class players in the entire U17.

In terms of belief, will, mental strength, and physical fitness, a junior high school student is much worse than a high school student.

This test should give the other party a surprise and let the other party appreciate what real tennis is!

"It doesn't matter. No matter how badly he loses or how deep he falls, Coach Mifune can pull him out of hell."

Saito Shi looked cold and emotionless.

"That's it."

Kurobe took out a walkie-talkie and said a few words, then waited while sipping coffee.

In U17, only the strong can survive. Although Miyashita has good talent, if he can't adapt, he has no right to stay here.

I hope to give them some surprises in this test.

...

In the stadium.

High school students wearing red and white training suits shuttled around the stadium and were training intensively.

Suddenly, the broadcast sounded, and many people received the news, and their faces suddenly brightened.

"Another special recruitment?"

"This time it's a junior high school student? Can junior high school students enter U17?"

"I'm more curious. Coach Kurobe actually promised that as long as he defeated the newcomer, he could move up two courts!"

"This good news... can't it be fake?"

"Not good! Kuroki and Ono, those two bastards, actually ran over to the No. 16 court in advance!"

"..."

..."

"Hello, seniors. I'm here to participate in the training camp. I don't know where to report?"

Miyashita walked around for a while, and then saw two menacing figures rushing towards him.

"Report? Hahaha, I didn't expect it was just a junior high school student! Kid, not everyone can join our training camp. If you want to join, you must complete the test first!"

Ono, with a big golden slicked back hair and a burly figure, said with a sneer on his face.

"That's right, if you can't complete the test... then go back to where you came from!"

Kuroki also nodded and snorted.

"Test?"

Miyashita asked with some doubt.

"That one over there!"

Ono snapped his fingers and pointed in the direction of the No. 16 court in the distance.

Then he took out three cans, "I will place these three cans over there later. You have three chances. As long as you can knock down those three cans, you will pass!"

After that, Ono took out three tennis balls and handed them to Miyashita.

Miyashita slowly took the tennis ball, and then felt his arm sink.

The weight of this tennis ball is not as heavy as ordinary tennis balls, but it seems to be processed.

Similar to the English courtyard tennis.

"I will be the referee!"

Kuroki looked at Miyashita and stood aside with a sneer.

Not only was the tennis ball added with ingredients, but even the distance between the tennis ball and the can exceeded the length of the court.

To hit the tennis ball accurately at such a long distance, it is definitely not something that ordinary people can do!

As long as Miyashita fails, he can be easily driven away!

...

"Okay."

Miyashita estimated the distance between himself and the No. 16 court, and then nodded.

It was only a distance of one or two hundred meters, which was nothing at all. At most, the ball was heavier, and the wrist requirements would be a little higher.

Tap, tap, tap.

Ono had a smile on his face, and then immediately ran two hundred meters away and placed the cans.

One was placed in the left corner, one in the right corner, and the last one was placed in the center line of the court. When all were completed, Ono waved to Kuroki.

"Let's start! Let me see what confidence you have to be specially recruited!"

Kuroki glanced at Miyashita and continued.

"Then senior, you have to watch carefully."

Miyashita laughed, and then threw three tennis balls at the same time, and then swung the racket!

Snap...!

With a crisp sound, the tennis balls turned into three golden lights, slid directly across an arc, and then accurately hit the three cans!

But this is not over yet.

After hitting the can, the tennis ball suddenly produced a series of whirlwinds, and then three of them flew into the sky at the same time, and fell backwards from the sky towards Miyashita.

Click...

After a few echoes, Miyashita reached out and caught several tennis balls flying over with one hand.

"This... is it caught back?"

"Dazzled?!"

Kuroki and Ono stood there blankly, staring at the scene with wide eyes in shock.

"I should have passed the test, right?"

Miyashita chuckled and looked at Kuroki.

"Passed... passed."

Kuroki swallowed his saliva and smiled awkwardly.

He certainly couldn't do this skill just now. Where did this great god come from?

Is he really a junior high school student?

Miyashita nodded, and then walked straight ahead along Court 16 without saying anything.

…

“Who is that guy? Can he control a one-pound tennis ball to fly back?”

Seeing Miyashita leave, Ono returned to Kuroki in shock.

“How should I know? No wonder the coach’s task sounds so simple. It turns out that this guy is so amazing.”

Kuroki shook his head.

“He’s just a junior high school student. He probably doesn’t know what real tennis is… He should be in trouble in the first few courts.”

Ono said suddenly with some envy and jealousy.

“Who cares? Let’s think about ourselves first. After all, we are at the bottom…”

Kuroki spread his hands helplessly.