Tennis: Sorry! I'm In Gear!

Japan.

Tokyo.

evening.

Inside a street net court.

The venue was crowded with people watching the game.

They are all regulars in this street net court.

Because a tennis match is about to be played here.

"Yo! Isn't this little Nan Lin! Didn't he say two days ago that he was going to review his homework recently because he was going to report to middle school when school started?"

"Hahaha! Just listen to his nonsense! He's a kid who has been in the internet court every day since he was a child, how could he calm down and read a book!"

"You can't say that! Little Nan Lin, we grew up watching him! You know how terrifying his tennis talent is! Wait for him to show his prominence in the national competition for junior high school students! He will become a professional tennis player in the future. The way, is homework almost a problem?"

"That's true! Who would have thought that a child who hasn't entered middle school would dominate a street court for a whole year! I think his current strength will reach the Kanto level, right?"

"Well, it's almost there! By the way, do you know where he went to middle school?"

"That's not clear! I heard it's a school called Fudomine!"

"Fudomine? I've never heard of it! You haven't even entered the Kanto competition, have you?"

"Stop chatting! The game has started! This time Xiao Nan Lin's opponent seems to be from the Seigaku Tennis Club!"

"Seigaku? Isn't that a regular visitor to the Kanto Convention!"

at this time.

Net court.

A young man who looks about 12 or 3 years old, about 1.6 in height.

Holding a handful of rotten street net racquet.

Wearing a T-shirt and big shorts.

The sneakers underfoot were also badly worn.

It feels like just running a few steps with a little bit of force, these shoes will be scrapped.

but.

His eyes were not like those of a child his age.

indifferent?

Do not!

More precisely, it is a kind of indifference.

I saw that he took out a tennis ball from his pocket and threw it to the young man standing on the other side of the court.

He was wearing a blue tracksuit.

It looks like a school uniform.

A green headband was tied around his head.

The age seems to be older, but not more than 15 years old.

"Arai!"

"I'll play a game with you!"

"I'm going to school tomorrow to report! If I go home late, my mother-in-law will be angry!"

Nan Lin looked at the man in the Seigaku school uniform in front of him and said lightly.

"asshole!"

"Nan Lin! Don't be too complacent! I've been training hard for a month! This time I must avenge the last time!"

Arai, who was standing in the court, listened to his words, clenched the racquet in his hand tightly, and shouted to Nan Lin.

Nan Lin shook his head: "Hey, say whatever you want! Hurry up!"

Saying that, he picked racquet and motioned for Arai to serve quickly.

Looking at his "arrogant" appearance, Arai stood at the baseline with his teeth gritted: "Look at my bullet serve!"

bang——

Toss, jump, hit.

With a beating sound, a yellow shadow came towards Nan Lin's field.

But I haven't waited for Arai to stand up after serving.

"boom--"

There was a sound of tennis hitting the ground in his ear.

What followed was Wang Zi, Nan Lin tilted his head to look at him, and said lightly, "15-0!"

Arai subconsciously glanced at the traces of the tennis ball hitting the ground beside him.

right at his feet.

"Okay... so fast!"

"How is that possible! I have already trained my vision according to the method that Kikumaru-senpai taught me! Why can't I keep up!"

"This month, I worked so hard..."

Arai was hit by this ball and couldn't help but start to recall what happened a month ago.

a month ago.

After finishing his school club training.

On the way home, he passed this street court.

Maybe it was because he was going to be promoted to the second grade at the beginning of the school year. He could participate in the selection of the main team members, and he also wanted to try his own strength!

When he entered this court and was competing with a group of mostly interested players, he was lucky enough to complete a 3-game winning streak!

And right now.

Nan Lin appeared.

He said to use 5,000 as a bet to play a game.

Arai looked at Nan Lin, who was not in middle school at his age, and naturally agreed without any hesitation.

As a result, in that game, after only two small rounds, he was so tired that he knelt on the ground and couldn't get up.

Helpless, I can only take out 5,000 yuan, willing to gamble to admit defeat!

today.

He is here for revenge!

But.

It now appears that things are not going the way he wanted.

...

"Almost serve!"

"It's no use procrastinating!"

Seeing that Arai was in a daze after losing a goal, Nan Lin immediately urged.

There are only 10 minutes left until the mother-in-law's scheduled time to go home.

If he doesn't go back on time, I'm afraid there will be a lot of chatter.

Arai was awakened by Nan Lin's words.

He stared at Nan Lin.

"Damn! I must get a point!"

"Watch the ball!"

"Bullet serve!"

bang——

Perhaps it was the unwillingness and anger in his heart that made him a little more powerful.

Now he hit the ball much faster than before.

But in Nan Lin's eyes, this is still far from his seriousness.

Not to mention the word "bullet".

Move your footsteps.

His figure had already arrived at the landing spot of the tennis ball in advance.

It's like waiting for a tennis ball to hit your racquet.

Raise your hand, slap.

The whole action didn't stop at all.

The swing speed is so fast that people around watching the game can't see it clearly.

boom--

Still the clear sound of tennis hitting the ground.

A tennis ball appeared behind Arai.

"30-0!"

Nan Lin spoke lightly.

......

After half a minute.

boom--

A tennis ball hit the barbed wire behind Arai and rolled to the ground.

"1-0!"

"ended......"

After the last ball, Nan Lin put the racquet in his bag.

Before leaving the court, he turned to look at Arai, who was kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Arai, if I have the chance, I'd rather have a fight with your regular Seigaku members..."

"However, I think this opportunity should come soon!"

Done.

He walked slowly towards the outside of the court under the onlookers of dozens of people.

a time.

All the people in the street court stared blankly at the child who was just about to enter China.

perhaps.

This year's national competition for middle school students will be very interesting!

And in the crowd.

A tall and thin man with glasses and a stern face, wearing a blue and white coat of the official Seigaku member, also looked deeply at the back of Nan Lin leaving.

If Arai saw each other, he would be too scared to speak.

The man in front of him was the head of Seigaku's tennis club, Tezuka Kunimitsu.

It is also one of the few national-level powerhouses in the middle of the country.

"Those who haven't entered the country yet..."

"National level..."

"Fudomine Middle-School..."

He frowned and muttered, turning away from the crowd.

[The new book is asking for a monthly ticket~]