The Revenge Game of the Princess of the Net King

"future……"

"...Assistant teacher?"

The seven big boys and two girls looked at her, digesting the mental bomb Xie Moran threw at them with the same shocked expressions. Oh my god! This girl named Xie Moran is actually an assistant coach of the tennis club, isn't she?

Bar?

"Oh my god!" Kikumaru Eiji was the first to say, "Little Momo! Are you really our teaching assistant? You didn't lie to us, nya?"

"Yes." Xie Moran nodded, then raised his eyes to look at Tezuka Kunimitsu, whose expression didn't seem to change. "In order to prove that I am qualified to be the assistant coach of the tennis club, please ask Tezuka-kun to play a game with me in the afternoon club work.

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"Yes. But you need Coach Ryuzaki's permission."

"She has agreed to this."

"Um."

Alas - as expected, an iceberg is an iceberg. He is always taciturn and always has a paralyzed face. Tezuka Kunimitsu's face is expressionless, and Xie Moran is speechless.

And everyone present except Echizen Ryoma was once again shocked by Xie Moran's words. Oh my god! She actually wanted to challenge the members of the tennis club, and the target was Director Tezuka. This was definitely no less than Mars hitting the earth.

big news.

"Ah! Little Momo, do you really want to challenge our minister? Our minister is very powerful!" Eiji Kikumaru was the first to shout again, his cute baby face was full of disbelief.

"I know." It's because he's so good that he has the capital to be my opponent. Tezuka Kunimitsu, the head of the tennis club, his strength shouldn't be much worse. "But I'm not necessarily that much worse. After all, I

He’s the person who will be your assistant coach. Now, I won’t lose, right Ryoma?”

Echizen Ryoma glanced at her beautiful face, and then pulled his hat out of habit: "Yeah." He had never doubted Xie Moran's strength, but Sister Xiaoran actually didn't fight him. It was really disappointing.

He was very unhappy!

"Little one - that's our minister. Can little Momo really win, meow?"

"Well. I've never won a point against her." This really made him depressed! Sister Xiao Ran and that smelly old man are both too strong... But one day, he will surpass them!

"Isn't it?" Kikumaru Eiji screamed. This was the third time today. "Is little Momo so powerful?"

"Fuck, what do you think?" Fuji Shusuke said with a smile.

His words made everyone turn their attention to him.

Glancing at someone who was still smiling, Inui Sadaharu took out his notebook from behind like a magic trick: "Xie Moran, 13 years old, just came back from the UK, and now he is at the same table as Echizen Ryoma. Yesterday, he played at the street tennis court with 6

:0 Defeat Keigo Atobe, the head of the Hyotei Tennis Club, and his strength is unfathomable. His life experience, background and other circumstances in the UK are unknown." After saying this, Inui Sadaharu closed his notebook and began to observe the reactions of his companions.

Well, Tezuka was still expressionless, but his excitement could be seen; Fuji was still smiling and couldn't guess; Echizen seemed to have known it for a long time, and there wasn't much change; as for the others, they were all shocked.

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It took a while to recover.

"Oh my god! Defeated the head of Hyokui Tennis Club 6:0!"

"Xiao Ran is so awesome!"

"Awesome~~hiss~~~"

"Yeah yeah……"

"Haha, fuck it. The FBI doesn't ask you to work for them. I'm really sorry for your talent."

"Haha, is that right? Then there is one thing I would like to ask Ran-chan. What does Ran-chan do in the UK?" After saying that, he took out his own notebook and prepared to collect the information.

Glancing at him lazily, he said, "The answer is only interesting if you find it out by yourself, right?" The implication is that you should check it out yourself!

Inui Sadaharu shrugged and closed the notebook in disappointment. But he would not give up.

"It seems very interesting!" Fujisuke said with a smile, with a hint of weirdness.

So, please look forward to the afternoon game.

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