The Tennis Movie King: Enter Jiang Zuoduo

"Irie Kanta..."

Kimishima Ikuto, as an intelligence officer who has been hiding behind the scenes in Munoto for three years, naturally knows this person.

He looked at the two teenagers on the chairs on the side of the road.

The two teenagers were looking at their phones, their faces excited.

"Is the match between Irie Sota and Mitsuya Yajiu so exciting? "

Kimishima Ikuto is good at figuring out people's psychology.

Ordinary enthusiasts are different from engaging in intelligence, there is no need to raise the equipment and work hard to record for dozens of minutes.

And it's a mobile phone.

The mobile phone is not a professional device, which shows that these two teenagers are not the kind of enthusiasts who shoot with professional equipment.

In other words, it was precisely because this game was exciting enough that the two teenagers were tempted to record it.

Kimishima Yudou's eyes turned slightly, and he had a thought.

"Two teenagers..."

Kimishima Ikuto walked up.

The two teenagers raised their heads, their faces were a little immature, like junior high school students who had just entered middle school, and they were a little scared.

"Do you have something to do?".

The young man on the left was a little timid.

Don't look at the difference of two years, Kimishima Ikuto is actually a teenager of 1.68 meters, plus the angle problem, it feels like a behemoth to the two teenagers.

"Don't be afraid. "

Kimishima Ikuto showed a gentle smile, like a big brother, "That's right, I'm a big fan of Irie Sota... But I missed this game, can I watch it together?".

"Ahh

The boy on the right said excitedly.

"Yes. "

The two teenagers let their guard down.

"Okay. "

So, Kimishima Ikuto squatted behind the two teenagers and watched the heroic posture of the 'idol'.

.......

"Right hand?".

"I see, did he hurt his left hand?".

"Irie Sota actually has this hand..."

Kimishima Ikuto was surprised.

Irie's impression is that most of the music is only speed and technique, even if he beats Atsukyo Tono.

But in this game, Irie Sota showed a new self.

Who doesn't want to master data tennis?

But all over the country, only Mitsuya Yajiu is proficient in this way.

"The data tennis of Irie is impossible to achieve without years of practice. "

A hint of coldness flashed in Kimishima Yuto's eyes.

It is said that it was completed in one year, and it is simply impossible, considering the ability to predict the direction of the wind, I don't know how many hole cards Irie has hidden.

"Finally finished reading. "

"This kind of tennis is amazing. "

The two teenagers talked excitedly.

Kimishima Yuto frowned slightly, this video is very valuable, he wants to come down.

He said, "Can you send me the footage?".

"Sent to you?".

"But big brother, what are you going to do? "

The teenagers on the left and on the right said one after the other.

"I said it~ I'm a fan of Irie-san, and I have recorded every game of his, but this time I overslept, please!".

Kimishima Ikuto's face was full of sincerity, he originally wanted to get the video in the way of payment, but these two teenagers were relatively naïve, and they could cheat the video without giving money.

With that, he stood up and bowed slightly, expressing sincerity.

"Uh~".

The two teenagers glanced at each other, a little caught off guard, the teenager on the left was the holder of the video, he hesitated for a moment, and nodded: "Okay... I'll send it to you. "

"Thank you. "

"You're so polite. "

The boy didn't notice the fleeting smile of Kimishima Ikuto.

"How to send it to you. "

"Cloud disk. "

.......

In the park where the Kansai Championship was held.

Kimishima Yudou, who got the video, walked on the road with some lack of interest.

"Why are there so many naïve people in the world?".

But a pleasant smile tugged at the corner of his mouth: "But I have to say, it's fun to deceive people." "

At some point, he fell in love with the feeling.

Perhaps, he should have mentioned the rank of his prey.

"Is that him?".

At this time, Kimishima Yuto noticed a figure not far away and followed slightly.

"Where is he going..."

But following along, Kimishima Yuto felt puzzled.

The object of his tracking is none other than Irie Sota.

"He's in... Practice?".

Soon, Kimishima Ikuto noticed where Irie Sota went, and the opponent stayed on a court, picked up a racket, and hit a tennis ball.

It's a stadium deep in the depths, and people might come in normal times, but now everyone is playing and the spectators are watching the game.

"That's a lot of work. "

Kimishima Ikuto said with some emotion.

After all, Irie Sota's left hand is injured, and even if he practices with his right hand, it will have a certain impact on his left hand, so he should go home and recuperate from his injuries now.

"People who work so hard are actually arrogant people. "

He remembered the game in Irie again.

In a sense, Irie is very similar to him. But he thinks that he is far more bad than Irie.

At most, Irie Sotado likes to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, and he is for the purpose of playing with others.

Between the turns of thoughts, Kimishima Yuto stepped forward.

Smack!

Irie noticed the footsteps, grabbed the tennis ball that flew back, looked sideways, and said with some confusion, "Are you?"

"I'm a fan of yours, and my name is Kimishima Ikuto... Just call me Yudou. "

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