Wang Wangzhi starts from Sharingan

Dim light.

Come to the earth.

The Mingsen Tennis Park, which had been bustling for two days, once again fell into silence as the metropolitan competition came to an end.

And on the other side.

In the neon "rice flower district" famous for its delicious food.

In a gourmet store that combines Eastern and Western decoration styles.

A large group of people in Qingxue were already plunged into a sea of ​​joy and excitement.

"Kikumaru~Kikumaru~~~"

"Stop! Don't run!"

"Damn~~~"

"You greedy little kitten, you came to rob me again, damn it~~~"

Kawamura Takashi, who transformed into a burning gorilla again, followed the screaming Kikumaru and chased him non-stop.

In the next room, Inui Sadaharu was performing a series of 'devil' operations.

The hands are constantly moving.

Whispering softly at the corners of his mouth.

From time to time, he would look at the small notebook next to him and confirm the data rigorously.

"Power spinach juice 100g."

"Vision system carrot juice 50g."

"Speed ​​tomato juice 100g."

"Spiritual chilli juice 30g."

"Physical Potato Juice 120g."

"Then, add ginger juice, green onion juice, honey water, lemon juice, and apple juice for seasoning."

"Add enough water, stir evenly, heat and bring to a boil."

"Done!"

Under Sora Kitagawa's introduction.

Trained under sports nutritionist Daigo Mizuno, Inui Sadaharu.

After going through the stages of ‘inspiration’, ‘learning’, ‘research and development’, ‘experimentation’ etc.

I just got the experimental parameters sent back from Kyushu General Hospital not long ago.

And then at this moment today.

I finally made a cup of official 'magic potion' with my own hands...ahh...a cup of official 'Qianshi Nutrient Juice Generation'.

The abbreviation is - ‘A Generation of Dry Juice’.

...

In this room.

Various "vegetable remedies" and "fruit juices" were prepared early.

The rich variety and inventory can definitely meet the 'research and development' needs of Inui Sadaharu.

Ahem.

Just to be on the safe side.

Sora Kitagawa has not yet allowed the emergence of biological juice.

...

Zhi~zhi~

I don't know if it's an accidental coincidence.

Just then.

The lights in the room began to flicker inexplicably.

Under the flickering and strange rendering.

Wearing black-rimmed glasses, Inui Sadaharu has a wonderful smile on his face.

Looking at the steaming "First Generation Dry Juice" in front of me, it has entered the cooling stage and exudes a "wonderful" smell.

Between intoxication.

In Gan Sadaharu's mind, that lively and active figure could not help but appear.

Gradually.

A 'kind' smile appeared on the corner of Inui Sadaharu's mouth.

"very nice."

"The decision is yours."

"Kiku~maru~chan~~~"

"In order to repay you, please come and 'enjoy' the first cup of wonderful dry juice I made by myself~~~"

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Jie~Jie~Jie~~~

Against the backdrop of some subtle surroundings.

The data doctor of this moment.

It looks so... It makes your legs and feet weak, and you can't help but swallow your saliva...

And at the same time.

Kikumaru Meow Meow started competing with Kitagawa Sora for the 'Golden Shaomai' again.

Suddenly I felt a cold feeling on my back.

An unpleasant feeling emerged in my heart.

His big doubtful eyes couldn't help but glance around several times.

...

One thing that needs to be explained is that.

Inui Sadaharu's idea of ​​"drying juice" came to him very early.

But under Kitagawa Sora's suggestion.

After studying with Mizuno Daigo for a period of time, Inui Sadaharu sent the new generation of perfected formula to Kyushu General Hospital for experimental testing to ensure its safety.

so.

This cup of ‘Generation Dry Juice’ is really the ‘first time’ for our data doctors.

Ahem.

...

time.

It's just the right time to encounter the devil.

By the window.

Take advantage of the beautiful dusk clouds and enjoy the cool breeze on your face.

Fuji and Tezuka sat opposite each other, enjoying the abundant sushi on the table.

Kawamura Takashi, who returned to his normal state, started barbecue again under the guidance and supervision of "Yakiniku Practitioner" Oishi-san.

Sakamoto Kuma and others also gathered in twos and threes.

Looking for delicious food.

On the other side, as the 'professional team', Kato Enyu, Mizuno Daigo and others, men and women sat at two tables.

only.

Under Kato's gaze, his friend's eyebrows had a hidden beauty.

"Mizuno, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Uh...hehe...it's nothing, just..."

However, Mizuno Daigo hadn't finished speaking yet.

Looking at Inui Sadaharu strolling up the corridor, and the cup of 'wonderful thing' in his hand.

Mizuno Daigo quickly changed his words.

"It's just...what, my stomach feels a little uncomfortable. I need to go to the toilet first. Go to the toilet."

After saying that, he had to stand up.

Without even waiting for Kato to respond, he slipped out of the door and disappeared around the corner at the other end of the corridor.

It seems that Kato Enyu is full of confusion.

Fortunately.

It’s called ‘Net King’ here.

Instead of calling it ‘Ming Ke’.

otherwise.

One of our shrunken famous steamed eggs, the illegitimate son of the God of Death, the King of Hawaii, the savior of the police, the Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era...

The Kudo brand washing machine with many of the above titles, Mr. Edogawa Conan.

But it’s about to make its debut.

after all.

It’s called ‘rice flower’ here.

Right, Gin~~~

...

brush!

The door opens.

Inui Sadaharu smiled and walked towards Kikumaru who was in the beverage area, holding the wonderful "One-Shift Dry Juice" in his hand.

That smile.

How kind, how sunny, how friendly, how... impressed Kikumaru!

Curious Kikumaru Meow.

Today's scene is unforgettable in my life~~~

...

And just as Qingxue's troops were enjoying various delicacies in the Mihua District, they were celebrating the winners of the metropolitan competition.

On the other side of Blue Star.

The ‘landscape’ country on the other side of the ocean.

west.

California.

City of Angels.

(Los Angeles~)

An interesting scene happened in a villa with restrained decoration.

"I'm back."

"Welcome back."

With warm words.

It is a picture with a little bit of "special".

door.

One was wearing loose clothes, with short hair and a shaggy beard on his chin. He had an uninhibited smile on his face and was holding a photo of a beautiful girl in a sailor uniform in his hand.

Even while walking, I couldn't stop looking at it.

This man in his thirties exuded an aura of frivolity and undisciplinedness.

And behind the man.

It was a boy who was holding a bag of tennis equipment and was completely dirty, as if he had just rolled on the mud floor.

He is about ten years old and in fifth grade of elementary school.

only.

Compared with men, the temperament of young men is a sharp contrast.

Clear and clean eyes, cold and calm mind.

There is also a maturity that should not exist at his age.

Hmm~

Such a strange combination, but they are father and son.

His father's name is Echizen Nanjiro.

The son's name is Echizen Ryoma.

One is a former legendary samurai, the number one tennis player and the strongest tennis player who has left behind many legends and honors, and is regarded as an idol by countless people.

And the other one...

...

Just then.

A beautiful woman with extraordinary temperament came out of the kitchen.

She looked at her husband and son returning home with a gentle smile.

"Nanjiro, you are really just playing tennis. You make Ryoma so embarrassed every time."

"Hey eh eh~~~"

"Ryoma, go and wash up quickly. We'll have dinner later."

"Yeah, Mom."

The son's well-behavedness made the beautiful woman feel happy.

However, when she saw her husband lying on the sofa, the beautiful woman's eyes suddenly froze.

"Nanjiro~~~"

"Hand over what you have in your hands!"

"Ahhhh~~Beautiful Lunzi, my dear wife, please don't do it~~~"

After being wiped clean, Nanjiro suddenly slipped to his knees, fell to the ground, and hugged the thigh of Takeuchi Renko (Echizen Renko).

All of a sudden.

Everyday scenes fill the whole home with a warm atmosphere.

...

At this time.

Renko Takeuchi returned to the kitchen and continued preparing dinner.

It seemed like he had thought of something.

After thinking about it, he spoke.

"Oh, by the way, Nanjiro."

"There was an email sent to you just now, from China."

He spread out a newspaper and read it with gusto. Echizen Nanjiro, who swallowed his saliva from time to time, responded without looking back.

"Looking for my mail? Domestic?"

"Who is it?"

Because of laziness, Renko Takeuchi is responsible for Echizen Nanjiro's emails every day.

"The sender is Mr. Ryuzaki from Seigaku."

"What?"

"Is that the old woman?"

Renzi's words made Echizen Nanjiro raise his head.

Of course, it was just for a moment, and then he returned his gaze to the 'wonderful' thing in his hand.

He continued disapprovingly.

"Why is she emailing me?"

"The email mentioned some changes in the Qingxue Tennis Club and mentioned a child named 'Kitagawa Sora'."

"In addition, a coach named 'Banlao' was also mentioned."

"There is quite a lot of specific content, you can take a look at it later."

However.

Takeuchi Renko's voice has not yet dissipated.

The figure on the sofa has disappeared.

There was a newspaper with a beautiful large-scale photo of a sailor uniform, lying there alone.

Instead.

It's the series of "ta~ta~ta~" sounds coming up the stairs.

There was also the youthful roar that came from the mouth of a man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life, which was close to a roar for a long time.

"Banlao!"

"Banlao!!"

“Banlao!!!”

...

"Ah~~~"

Renko Takeuchi in the kitchen.

Listen to Nanjiro's roar of 'banji'.

I couldn't help but be stunned.

She had not seen Echizen Nanjiro in this state for a long time.

Last time...

When did it come?

In the bathroom.

Echizen Ryoma, who was bathing in the water, couldn't help but turn off the water, raised his head, and listened to the hasty footsteps and roars upstairs.

He couldn't help but tilt his head in confusion.

As a son who is 'molested' every day, he is well aware of the character of his unobtrusive father.

However.

This moment.

Dad seems...serious?

???

so......

This ‘companion’.

Who is it?

Chapter 116 Mail flying to the City of Angels