Tennis: Sorry! I'm In Gear!

Kanto.

Fudomine Middle-School.

In the early morning, the sun was scattered on the green plants of the flower beds on both sides of the school gate, flashing a crystal luster.

Today is the start of the new semester.

Many students wearing Fudomine black uniforms entered the school gate under the guidance of their teachers.

not far away.

A boy with a tennis bag walked slowly through the crowd.

Nan Lin seems very out of place when walking with other peers.

after all.

Generally speaking, on the first day of school, there is no one who does not carry a schoolbag but a tennis bag to go to school.

If it wasn't for him wearing Fudomine's school uniform, no one would think he was a freshman this year.

The ceremony for admission is simple.

Nan Lin was assigned to Fudomine's first grade class A.

After a morning of boring classroom study, when others went to the cafeteria to eat at noon, he left the teaching department building with a tennis bag.

"The Tennis Department..."

"Okay!"

"Where is the tennis club..."

"It's not a big place, it's so hard to find an online court!"

Nan Lin walked around the school.

But there is no shadow of Fudomine tennis department.

Just when he was about to ask someone, he suddenly felt someone approaching from behind.

Subconsciously turned around and punched.

He has been in the street net court since he was a child, but he has encountered many so-called gangsters and bullies.

If you want to protect yourself, your fists have to be hard!

The orange apricot behind him was startled.

Looking at the fist that was only a short distance away, I couldn't help but close my eyes: "Ah!!!"

But.

After a second, she felt no pain.

Then he slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at the stern face in front of him, the boy half a head taller than him looked at him suspiciously, and couldn't help but say angrily: "Why are you like this! Scared me to death!"

Nan Lin looked at the girl who was almost hit by his own punch.

She has short, neat brown hair and looks sweet.

A Fudomine school uniform skirt.

Body... Okay! Still a student! But the future is uncertain!

After sizing up a little, he heard the other party's annoyed rebuke, and he put his hands back into his pockets indifferently: "You approached me suddenly, don't you know it's impolite to approach others from behind?"

When Ju Xing heard this, her face puffed up in anger.

She saw this guy was carrying a tennis bag and wondered if he was looking for the tennis club, so she ran over to lead the way.

Who knows now that he is ignorant of manners!

"By the way, you shouldn't be a freshman, right? Do you know how the tennis club is going?"

"I've gone all the way around!"

She just turned her head and left, ignoring the violent guy.

But before she could take a step, Nan Lin spoke again.

"Humph! Want to join Fudomine's tennis club?"

"Don't think it's enough to carry a tennis bag!"

"First-year freshmen also have to pass the assessment before they can join the tennis club!"

When Ju Xing heard his words, he immediately pouted and said.

"Oh, listen to you, you are from the tennis club?"

"Then let's go quickly, there is not much time for lunch break at noon, I am in a hurry!"

Nan Lin nodded, looking at Ju Xing's eyes with a hint of clarity.

There is only one girl in Fudomine's tennis club.

That is Minister Tachibana Jihei's sister, Tachibana Apricot!

He is both manager and cheerleader.

Saying that, he carried the tennis bag and walked forward with the sleeves of Ju Xing.

"Hey hey!"

"Don't pull me!"

Before Ju Xing could react, she was dragged by Nan Lin and walked forward.

She couldn't break free from Nan Lin's hand.

Seeing that her yelling had no effect at all, Tachibana had no choice but to take him to the tennis club.

She thought that when she came to the tennis club, the big brothers and the others would definitely teach the freshman in front of her a lesson.

"Wrong direction! It's over there!"

"I'll take you there, let me go!"

"Little girl, you wasted another minute of my time! I hope you can wait for your so-called entrance examination to be faster. If I am punished! You will be miserable!"

"Bastard! Who is your girl! My name is Ju Xing! It's your second-year senior! It's called senior!"

"Don't mess with the little girl!"

"Ahhh!"

...

A secluded lot next to the Fudomine Middle-School playground.

There are two net courts in total.

At this time, training is going on in the field.

"Kamio! You're a lot slower today!"

"You won't be fat recently, can't you run?"

bang——

Inside the net court, a man with dark purple hair was waving a racquet.

He hit the tennis ball back and said expressionlessly.

boom--

Seeing that tennis is played at the baseline is about to score.

A figure suddenly appeared, stopped, and backhanded the ball.

"Shen Si! If you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb!"

"I'm just warming up!"

The man who returned the ball had short burgundy hair.

The expression was somewhat cynical.

But the speed just now made everyone in the Fudomine Tennis Department, who were watching the fight between the two, nod their heads.

Kamio's speed was faster than before school started.

Just when the two fought you and I.

"big brother!"

"Kamio! Shensi!"

"Someone bullied me!"

Ju Xing was dragged by Nan Lin to the tennis club.

Seeing that everyone in the tennis club was there, she couldn't help shouting.

"Xiao Xing!"

Hearing her shout, Akira Kamio and Ibu Fukaji couldn't even care about playing, and immediately looked in the direction where Tachibana was shouting.

Seeing that she was being held by Nan Lin, the two immediately rushed over.

The rest of the tennis club, Ishida Tetsuya, Sakurai Masaya, Uchimura Kyosuke, and Mori Chende also picked up racquet and followed.

Nan Lin looked at the crowd surrounding him.

He let go of Ju Xing's hand: "Little girl, have I bullied you? If they are the helpers you are looking for, I'm afraid it won't work!"

Saying that, he looked at Akira Kamio and the others in front of him lightly.

He is about the same height and size as Akira Kamio.

After all, he was only first grade age.

but.

Whether fighting or playing tennis.

These people are really not enough...

[The new book asks for flowers and asks for evaluation tickets~]