Tennis: as a scabbard! I am the sword bearer on the court!

0012 North Xinjiang VS Toyama Kintaro!Ball control is not good!

"Oops, somebody's going to compete with this little ghost!!".

"Who is this? It seems that he is also a junior high school student!"

"I haven't seen it! I don't think I'm a famous tennis genius in Osaka!".

"I don't even have a racket, and I'm still eating takoyaki...... Does he really know how to play tennis?".

"Maybe it's the 15,000 yen that the little imp who is red-eyed wins, it's stupid! Do you really think this money is so easy to get? That little imp should be at the level of the East Rank!".

The crowd that had dispersed saw that someone was suddenly going to challenge Kintaro Toyama again.

They even raised the bet to 15,000 yen, and they couldn't help but reconvene and discuss.

looked at Beijiang with disdain in his eyes, and he looked like he was watching a good show.

Kintaro Toyama scratched his head, first looked at the octopus in Beijiang's hand and swallowed his saliva.

He really loves takoyaki so much.

Then he tilted his head and said, "15,000 yen is a lot! If I lose to you, I will fight for nothing today!" and...... These guys won't be playing against me anymore!".

"I'm still thinking about buying a new racket......

."

Obviously!

Although he has a simple personality, it doesn't mean that he is stupid.

The bet of 15,000 yen is also a lot of wealth for him who has not officially stepped into the ranks of junior high school students!

When Beijiang heard this, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Thinking about losing before you fight, this is not like what you just threatened to challenge so many people...... It can't be scared, right?".

Kintaro Toyama suddenly became anxious.

"I'm not afraid!

"Come on!!".

The "radical method" in northern Xinjiang is undoubtedly very useful for a hot-blooded teenager.

Kintaro Toyama stood at the bottom line of the court without saying a word, looking at Beijiang with high morale.

Beijiang stuffed the last bite of takoyaki into his stomach and glanced around: "Can someone borrow a racket?

Hearing this, the people around the stadium pouted and pretended not to hear.

Some even sneered and ridiculed, apparently unable to see the 15,000 yen bet that Northern Xinjiang wanted to seize that they couldn't get.

"Laughing to death! What kind of game are you playing when you come to the court without a racket?".

"I don't know what this guy thinks!".

"Isn't there a racket, isn't there?"

"Ahem, that racket has been lost for at least a month!

...

Northern Xinjiang is not surprised by the "cynicism" of these people.

After three years of wandering, these guys are the last thing in the world.

However, he followed the direction of the fingers of several of them and saw a rusty, worn racket.

Raising an eyebrow, he stepped over to pick it up.

The finger gently grabbed the capture line.

"It's so loose...... But let's just do it!".

Muttering to himself, he turned back to the playing field.

Seeing that he really stood on the court with this racket to prepare for the game, the people around him didn't believe that Beijiang was a person who could play.

After all.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this racket is not just a problem of loose strings.

Even the racket handle has cracks.

Can't control the ball at all, and can't withstand the impact of the incoming ball.

How is it possible to play?!

"Hey, little brother, why don't you come back tomorrow, your racket is more broken than mine!".

"Even if I win you, I'm uncomfortable win!".

Kintaro Toyama suddenly began to think about the northern frontier.

For his words, a smile flashed in Beijiang's eyes.

Kintaro Toyama!

A talented tennis player to be reckoned with in the tennis world of Neon National High School.

If it weren't for the fact that Echizen Ryoma had a legendary father.

In terms of personal talent and future development, the little guy in front of him is undoubtedly the real "protagonist".

Coupled with the simple and sincere character of the other party, it has the potential to open the door to the extreme of seamlessness.

So wandering around this street court and seeing Kintaro Toyama actually playing to "make money", he stopped to watch three games.

According to the time, the other party's tennis guide Granny Shirt should have passed away not long ago.

Now the other party makes money with tennis.

Northern Xinjiang guess.

One is to subsidize families who are not wealthy.

The second is that the other party came up with a way to attract people to play with him!

"It's okay, you've played three games!The stamina is exhausted!This racket is enough!".

"Anyway, a game is over soon! I'm just here to digest food!".

Beijiang said, signaling that the opponent could serve.

This time.

Kintaro Toyama was a little hesitant, he always felt that he was bullying the strange guy on the other side of the court.

The people around saw that Kintaro Toyama didn't serve, and he still stood in place and hesitated.

Suddenly, they were all dissatisfied.

"Hey, hey, hey, little ghost, can't you fight? 15,000 yen, don't you want to give it to you for free?"

"That's it, if you don't fight, give me the opportunity!"

"It's really simple-minded to have a little ghost in this country!"

"Hurry up and get started! I'm going home when you're done!"

...

Kintaro Toyama glared at them angrily.

I also made up my mind.

He didn't want to lose this game.

But if the strange brother in front of him has a poor tennis level, then he will also return the 15,000 yen he won to the other party after the game.

After thinking about it.

Kintaro Toyama didn't mean to release water!

In his opinion, no matter what kind of opponent you face, as long as you respect the other party, you must do your best!

This is also what Granny Shirt taught him!!

"That's coming!!".

"Bang-".

Staring at Beijiang's "weird" posture of preparing to receive the ball, he raised his hand to play a powerful upper hand serve.

It is hard for ordinary people to imagine that his short and slender arms can hit such an impactful serve at this time.

"Bang!!".

The tennis ball hit the ground and bounced, and the figure of Beijiang seemed to appear in front of the ball in an instant without anyone noticing.

When holding the racket to guide the racket.

"Your racket is really not good, you need to adjust the string!

"Bang!!".

The eerily muffled sound of hitting the ball was heard in the street court.

The shadow of the ball runs through the playing field, hitting the baseline on the side of Kintaro Toyama, and bounces off the court.

Time.

The eyes of everyone in the audience widened.

What are you doing?!

The ...... of that ball just now How did you hit it!?

That kind of racket ......

Why did you hit back like this!!

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