Prince of Tennis: The Power of Fantasy

Yi Yun knows what his different dimensional ability is.

The fantasy system classified the character abilities he unlocked into different dimensions, and he was not too surprised.

"Cancel the data panel.

After understanding his current strength, Youyun took back the system panel.

When Yi Yun talked with the system in his heart, the whole person fell into silence.

In the eyes of the three of Echizen Nanjiro, Youyun looks like they are organizing language.

"How is it, do you think about what to say?"

Seeing Youyun come back to his senses, Echizen Nanjiro asked aloud.

"I don't know exactly what level of strength I have reached now."

"After all, there is no level comparable to me that allows me to test it.

Yi Yun shook his head first, and then turned around.

"However, I can feel that my strength has undergone a qualitative change."

"With my current strength, it won't be the slightest difficulty to defeat me a month ago."

"You can easily defeat yourself a month ago?"

"You kid, you really are a monster."

Echizen Nanjiro couldn't help but sigh.

Although surprised, Echizen Nanjiro is not unacceptable.

The meaning of the three words "different dimension" is obvious.

It represents two levels that are far apart.

After Yiyun comprehended the different dimensions, his strength improved by leaps and bounds, which was not unacceptable.

"Ha ha."

Yiyun smiled lightly, not knowing what Echizen Nanjiro said.

"Senior Nanjiro, Echizen, Miss Nanako.

"It's getting late, I should go too."

After continuing to chat for a while, Youyun offered to bid farewell to the three of Echizen Nanjiro.

"Since you are going to go back, then I won't want to stay"."

"When you have free time, remember to come a few times.

"Otherwise, my Nanako will be very lonely."

The first two sentences of Echizen Nanjiro are normal.

But at the end of the conversation, it became more ill-formed.

"Well, I will."

The outside of the doctor's face was full of helpless expressions.

"uncle."

Echizen Nanako stared at Echizen Nanjiro fiercely with a pair of apricots, apparently on the verge of an outbreak.

"Ahaha, Nanako, you can send this kid for me."

Echizen Nanjiro slapped awkwardly, and hurriedly revealed the topic just now.

"Goodbye, Senior Nanjiro, Echizen."

Yiyun confronted Echizen Nanjiro and Echizen Ryoma to an individual.

Then he turned around and walked towards the gate of the temple in the backyard.

"Humph."

Echizen Nanako snorted and got up to follow Youyun's footsteps.

"Ha ha ha ha."

A burst of extremely exaggerated laughter came into their ears from behind Youyun and Echizen Nanako.

"Uncle is true too,"

Echizen Nanako was annoyed.

She really has nothing to do with Echizen Nanjiro.

"I can understand."

Yi Yun said.

After all, Echizen Nanako is an eighteen or nine-year-old girl.

How is it that Echizen Nanjiro is so thick-skinned that it can be compared to the opponent of the old fritters of the city wall.

It didn't take long for Echizen Nanako and Youyun to arrive at the gate of Echizen's house.

"Goodbye, little brother."

"Goodbye, Miss Nanako."

After the two said goodbye, Youyun stopped a taxi and left here.

"Go to Hyotei Gakuen."

On the taxi, Youyun said to the driver.

It's only noon now, and there is nothing to do. Youyun still plans to visit the Hyotei Tennis Club.

After dozens of minutes, Youyun's taxi stopped at the gate of Hyotei Gakuen.

The doctor got out of the car and went straight to the tennis club.

At this time, Atobe, Shoujia and others are instructing the members of the tennis club to conduct daily training.

The arrival of the doctor naturally attracted their attention.

"what?"

Looking at Youyun, there was an unexpected color in Atobe's eyes.

"Youyun, why are you here?"

Atobe asked.

Unless there is a major event, Youyun usually does not come to the Hyotei Tennis Club on weekends.

Atobe rarely sees Youyun at this time.

Today, Hyotei Tennis Club has nothing to do with Youyun.

Therefore, Atobe is very curious about the reason for Youyun's arrival.

"I didn't have much to do at home, so I just came.

Yi Yun explained.

""That's the case, then feel free to do so. "

Atobe nodded, indicating that he understood.

Subsequently, Atobe and the hand continued to guide the training.

"The three of you are here."

"It just so happens that I have something to tell you.

When Youyun wanted to wander around the tennis club for a while, a voice rang beside them.

The three doctors turned their heads and looked in the direction of the sound.

Sakura Taro's figure appeared in their eyes, walking slowly towards this side.

"What's the matter? Coach Sakura."

Atobe looked at Sakura Taro with a look of doubt on his face.

"This year's Japan-US friendly match is about to begin.

Sakura Taro said lightly.

"Japan-US friendly match?"

Yiyun Atobe and Shoujia glanced at each other, and they both saw a touch of incomprehension in each other's eyes.

Every year, there is a youth team on the west coast of the United States.

Yuandu (good money) came to Japan to have tennis exchanges with Japanese middle school students.

This is the Japan-US friendly match.

Because the United States is a powerhouse in tennis, Japan is also paying attention to this.

A period of time before the start of each Japan-US friendly match, the Japanese side will specifically gather the strong players in the domestic and Chinese tennis circles for selection.

The purpose is to form a high enough lineup to deal with this match.

Of course, Youyun, Yukimura, Fuji Syusuke, Shiraishi Kuranosuke and others have never participated in this Japan-US friendly match.

Because when the Japan-US friendly match was held, they all went to Japan U-17 training camp for training.

However, although Atobe and others have not participated in the Japan-US friendly match.

However, it does not mean that they have not heard of it.

(The Japan-U.S. friendly match was taken directly, and it feels like there is nothing to write about) Carry.

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