Tennis: Sorry! I'm In Gear!

Kanagawa.

King Rikkai the Great.

The "Big Three" headed by Seiichi Yukimura are in the tennis club's conference room.

There is a computer in front of them.

Yanagi Renji clicked twice and opened a picture.

The moment they saw the picture, Seiichi Yukimura and Sanada Genichiro opened their mouths slightly.

The former has not spoken yet.

The latter looked at Yanagi Renji: "Renji! What does this mean?"

The photo above is the cover of this issue of Tennis Monthly.

The content of the photo is a broken iron fence.

"The new king of junior high school tennis! Don't move Qilin! 》

Yanagi Renji closed the computer, exhaled a long breath, sorted out the language and spoke slowly.

"Remember the guy last time I said beat Atobe Keigo?"

"Yesterday at Shiki no Mori Sports Park, Fudomine Middle-School participated in the regional qualifiers!"

"That guy named Nan Lin as the minister took Fudomine Middle-School and swept all the schools participating in this competition!"

"Including Seigaku!"

"This photo was caused by a ball that Nan Lin hit!"

Yanagi Renji said, his eyes were full of shock.

"impossible!"

"Not to mention that such destructive power is played with tennis!"

"Will Seigaku be swept by such an unknown school? Could Tezuka Kunimitsu and Fuji Syusuke lose?!"

Sanada Genichiro's first reaction was not to believe it.

In his opinion, it must be just a means used by magazines to gain attention.

Ever since he was defeated by Tezuka Kunimitsu in a primary school competition, he has always regarded him as his worst enemy!

Even though Rikkai University has completed two consecutive dominations in the country, he has become a well-known "emperor" among middle school students!

But let him face Tezuka Kunimitsu, he still dare not say that he is sure of winning!

Now that his opponent has been defeated by others, how can he accept it!

"Sanada, don't worry! Let Renji finish first!"

Seiichi Yukimura reassured the other side, but when he spoke, his face was a little unpleasant.

But Genichiro Sanada and Yanagi Renji, who were in shock at this time, didn't notice.

Yanagi Renji didn't say much, but took out a record sheet.

"This is the result of Fudomine's duel yesterday!"

"Except for the first game, which was played in five games due to the rules of the organizing committee, the others were all over within three games!"

"Among them! Almost every school that played against them was dissatisfied with the whole game!"

"Including Seigaku, who was also defeated 3-0!"

He said, Sanada Genichiro and Seiichi Yukimura also looked at the record table in his hand solemnly.

"Finally, according to the description of the students who went to Shiki no Mori Sports Park yesterday, Fudomine Middle-School's director Nan Lin, deputy director Tachibana Yoshihira and singles No. 3 Akutsu are all national-level strengths!"

"Among the two doubles, Ishida Tetsu and Masa Sakurai, the second doubles, should also be close to the Kanto class! Defeat the doubles composed of Seigaku Fuji Syusuke and Kawamura Takashi!"

"And Akira Kamio and Ibu Fukaji of No. 1 doubles even made Seigaku's golden combination scoreless! The estimated strength is probably close to the national level!"

After Yanagi Renji finished speaking, he also started to have a headache.

I didn't expect such a team to appear in the last year!

Seiichi Yukimura frowned even more as he watched Fudomine's clean sheet in front of him.

And Genichiro Sanada looked at Seigaku's record.

It was a relief to find that Seigaku lost without Tezuka Kunimitsu playing.

You don't lose!

but.

His expression was also very solemn.

After all, he trusts Yanagi Renji's data analysis.

3 national level, 2 pseudo-national level, 2 pseudo-Kanto level.

This strength is already qualified for Rikkai to focus on.

Just as the three of them were silent, Seiichi Yukimura suddenly went black and fell from his seat.

"Yukimura!"

"Yukimura! What's wrong with you!"

Both Sanada Genichiro were frightened, and after exclaiming, they hurriedly carried each other to the school's infirmary.

...

The launch of Tennis Monthly isn't just for the king, Rikkai, to be taken seriously.

The major schools in Japan are also attracted by the word Fudomine.

Hyotei Gakuen.

A tennis club with more than 200 members.

After Atobe Keigo finished practicing against Oshitari Yuushi, the old butler came over.

Handed a drink and a towel and handed him a document.

Birch, as usual, stood quietly behind Atobe Keigo.

"It's really scary..."

"Fudomine Middle-School!"

"In just a month, have you really taught him..."

Atobe Keigo opens the data file.

Looking at the content of each word above, the whole person shook his head in shock and muttered to himself.

"Atobe, what happened?"

Oshitari Yuushi saw it and asked curiously.

"Heh, you'll know when you see it..."

Atobe Keigo chuckled and put the document in front of him.

"This... Seigaku lost so badly? 3:0?"

"Fudomine Middle-School? The one you lost to last time?"

"Don't move Qilin... he really knows how to name..."

"Wait! This ball is...impossible!"

Oshitari Yuushi exclaimed while looking at the document.

He is also a tennis genius!

Even he can be said to be "Fuji Syusuke" within Hyotei Gakuen.

But after seeing the information, it was difficult for him to control his emotions, who had always been calm and shrewd.

"Nothing is Impossible......"

"At the Metropolitan Conference, Fudomine will be our worst enemy! We must not be careless!"

"Kakichi, give this information to Advisor Sakakitaro! I'm sure he will know what to do!"

Atobe Keigo didn't mind Oshitari Yuushi's gaffe.

His heart was shaking just now!

This is still the case after he has played against Nan Lin, and he has a bottom line in his heart.

"Yes!"

Huadi did not hesitate, took the information and turned to leave.

...

at the same time.

In the Japanese tennis world, the most discussed school is Fudomine Middle-School.

And the most discussed one.

Naturally, the new king from Fudomine Middle-School!

Don't move Qilin!

Nan Lin!

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