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

The next moment, a huge black and white yin-yang Tai Chi diagram appeared on the court...

Swish...!

The mustard yellow tennis ball rushed into Miyashita's court, and then, driven by the Tai Chi field, the tennis ball drew an arc and flew directly to the racket in front of Miyashita!

Snap!

...

Driven by the tennis ball, Kevin flew out again.

"40-0..."

...

"Ahem..."

Kebin took a sharp breath, and then he couldn't help it and fainted.

...

"The ability to resist blows is quite good, Echizen-san, please send him to the hospital."

Miyashita waved his hand, then put away the racket and said with a smile.

After saying that, he turned and left.

Ryoma: "..."

He looked at Kaibin, then at Miyashita, and couldn't help but be silent.

Although Kaibin's strength was not as good as his, it was not much worse. I didn't expect that Miyashita couldn't even catch four balls.

"Eh..."

Tezuka looked at Kaibin and couldn't help but sigh slightly.

...

Hyotei.

"Where have you been, Miyashita, you're finally back." Atobe and others were gathering at the tennis court. Xiangri saw Miyashita coming back and waved to Miyashita.

"What's wrong? I just watched a game for a while."

Miyashita walked over with some confusion.

"It's too abominable. Our Hyotei tennis club was also defeated by that foreign guy. Everyone is more or less injured."

Shishido explained.

"That's right."

Feng also nodded, looking angry.

"That's it? Don't worry, I just ran into him. He realized his mistake and apologized to me very seriously."

Miyashita smiled slightly, and then told me about how he "accidentally" ran into Kevin and played a few balls.

"Really?"

"That's great, it's you, he's unlucky to run into you."

"That's right."

After hearing this, everyone was stunned, and then spoke excitedly.

"Okay, Minister, you guys go to practice first, I'm going to see Yudai." Waving goodbye to everyone, Miyashita found Yudai who was practicing alone on the court.

"Miyashita!"

"How is it, I heard you were injured? How is the injury?" Miyashita walked around Yudai and asked curiously.

"It's okay... just a little scratch, it's all healed." Yudai raised his arm, a little embarrassed to show a finger-sized band-aid.

"Hmm..."

Miyashita's mouth twitched, and he nodded slightly, "It seems that the injury is not serious. Okay, you take good care of your injury, I'll go back first."

"Okay."

Yudai nodded without saying anything, watching Miyashita leave.

After a while, his cell phone rang slightly.

Then he saw a picture wrapped in bandages and looked familiar...

...

Early the next morning, the news that the American youth champion Kevin Smith had lost suddenly spread throughout the Kanto region.

Then coach Baker finally rushed to Neon and shouted angrily in the reception room.

"Waste, where is Kevin? It's okay to find a school to challenge when he has nothing to do, but the key is that he lost? Did he consider my feelings? I finally planned the exchange competition, but I didn't expect it to be ruined by a little kid!"

He was really furious.

In his heart, the so-called tennis is just a tool for him to make money.

But now Kevin made a fuss, not only did he lose the game, but he also lost face and money!

Now not only Japan, but also the United States probably knows that their strongest player on the West Coast has lost.

In this case, how can he still get sponsorship in Japan?

Not only did he not make any money in this exchange competition, he might even lose money.

According to his original plan, he wanted to hold a carnival at the beginning, then convene some reporters to hold a press conference, and finally package all the players on the West Coast.

As a result, until now,

the plan has almost died before it even started.

And it took only three goals to defeat Kevin.

He lost all his face.

"Coach, in fact, this is probably an opportunity. In the Japanese tennis world, there is only one Miyashita in the youth group. Now the mood has been mobilized. If we win the game... there will definitely be sponsorship."

Tom slowed down and said hurriedly.

"Yes, coach, I have full confidence in our own strength. We may not get much sponsorship, but this time

I can make some money."

Terry also spoke quickly.

The whole lounge seemed to be used to talking about making money, and no one had any objections.

Squeak...!

Suddenly, there was a sound of pushing the door outside, and then a figure with an embarrassed face greeted Baker and others.

"Um... excuse me..."

Shisaori was confused, looking at Baker and didn't know what to say.

In order to get first-hand information about the US team, she sneaked in directly.

I didn't expect to hear such news suddenly.

"Who are you?"

Baker's expression changed, and he quickly blocked Shisaori.

"I... I'm a reporter from Tennis Monthly. I came here mainly... I hope to interview Mr. Baker..."

Shisaori was a little timid and said embarrassedly.

"Reporter? I see, sorry, do you have an interview fee?"

"Ah, interview... fee?"

Shisaori was a little confused.

"If not, please leave. You are not welcome here. ”

Shiba Saori: “…”

Interview fee?

How outrageous.

But when she heard that she had a chance to leave, Shiba Saori left immediately.

…

Another day or two passed.

And the competition was getting closer and closer, and in the blink of an eye it was the night before the competition.

[Tai Chi: Heart and soul, spiritual unity, thirty-two times a day, two years and two months to perfection…]

…

Two years and two months, this is the best result of training with Huacun during this period.

But for Gongxia, it is not yet It must be improved faster!

…

[Memory improved! Memory level can read six lines at a glance! ]

[Concentration improved! No external interference... Six times more concentrated! ]

…

I finally finished reading the remaining books these days, and I finally made a breakthrough in memory.

And with memory, concentration improved again, and then Miyashita tried to focus on Tai Chi again.

[Tai Chi: Heart and soul, spiritual unity, thirty-two times a day, five months later, superb...]

"Five months?!"

Seeing this, Miyashita's mouth curled up and a smile appeared on his face.

If the previous two years were a bit long, then the current five months are nothing at all.

The time is not too long at all.

"Next, collect some memories related to Tai Chi and try to shorten the time."

Miyashita stretched lazily, took a few bites of the midnight snack, and then immersed himself in training again...