Wang Wangzhi starts from Sharingan

Kill Sumire Ryuzaki.

Transform the Seigaku Tennis Club into its own shape.

For Kitagawa Sora, it is actually not too difficult.

after all.

He is Kitagawa Sora.

then.

today.

Monday of the second week of school.

Take advantage of your lunch break.

Kitagawa Sora came to the vice-principal's office, looking for the real horn bone.

This is the best collaborator selected after some analysis.

...

Zhen Jiao Dagu, 45 years old, has just been the vice principal of the Junior High School of Youth Academy for half a year.

My father is one of the veteran members of the school board.

I love tennis very much.

When I was young, I also had the dream of being a professional tennis player.

...

During the noon meeting.

Kitagawa Sora took out what he had prepared long ago.

——Related information about the Youth Academy Tennis Club.

its contents.

There was a glorious past, the legendary samurai——Echizen Nanjiro.

There is also a tennis club that has been stuck in poor results in regional competitions and metropolitan competitions in recent years.

There is also a series of analysis and interpretation of coach Sumire Ryuzaki, the community atmosphere, existing members, rules and regulations, etc.

immediately.

Kitagawa Sora also talked about his philosophy and future plans for the tennis club.

In short.

to the end.

Zhen Jiao Da Gu was convinced.

Decided to side with Kitagawa Sora and support him in reforming the Youth Academy Tennis Club.

...

time.

It's four o'clock in the afternoon.

Boys and girls filled with youthful spirit have started club activities one after another.

The tennis club, which has a total of 42 people, has all arrived and lined up.

Wearing sunglasses and clothes, the magic stick minister Da and Youda.

Sumire Ryuzaki with a wooden face.

He was standing in front giving lectures.

Just then.

With a "click", the stadium gate opened.

The three figures walking towards them immediately became the focus of the audience.

Sora Kitagawa changed into sportswear and carried a tennis bag.

A man with real horns and big bones in a suit.

And a beautiful secretary in OL's black silk professional attire - Makoto Reiko.

At this time.

I saw Kitagawa Sora walking towards me.

People in the tennis club immediately started talking about it.

"Eh~"

"Isn't this the freshman who watches us outside every day?"

"It seems to be called Kitagawa Sora, right?"

Because of their daily off-court observations last week, everyone in the tennis club had some impressions of Sora Kitagawa.

At this time.

Someone noticed the big bone beside Sora Kitagawa.

Couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Hmm~"

"Isn't that Vice Principal Zhen Jiao?"

"Why did you come here with this new student?"

Everyone couldn't help but look at each other.

Doubts suddenly arise.

At this moment.

Seigaku Rokukoji, Tezuka Kunimitsu, Fuji Shusuke, Kikumaru Eiji, Oishi Shuichiro, Inui Sadharu, Kawamura Takashi.

Within a week, we had become friends.

are standing together.

After seeing Kitagawa Sora.

Eiji Kikumaru is as lively and active as a cat.

He couldn't help but speak immediately.

"Hey, Fuji, look, it's Beichuan. He's here again today."

"Yeah, but I always feel that Beichuan-kun today is different from usual."

Smile and narrow your eyes.

Fuji Shusuke said hesitantly.

The sixth sense of genius is always so sharp.

Come on.

Quite a coincidence.

Kitagawa Sora, Kikumaru and Fuji are classmates.

After a week of getting along, Kitagawa Sora, who is usually gentle and friendly to others, has developed a very good relationship with the two little ones.

...

At this time.

Look at the three people walking over.

Sumire Ryuzaki frowned and stepped forward to greet him.

"Principal Makoto, why are you here?"

A woman's sixth sense makes her feel something is wrong.

"Teacher Ryuzaki, I came here with Kitagawa-san today."

"Please be mentally prepared for what's coming next."

Zhenjiao Dagu nodded slightly in response.

At the same time, it is stated that the protagonist today is not himself, but Kitagawa Sora.

At this time.

Sumire Ryuzaki finally stared at Sora Kitagawa.

His brows were furrowed.

This is first grade.

She remembers.

On Wednesday last week, I came over and interrupted my nap, saying that I wanted to discuss the tennis club with her.

Why abandon the seniority system and give first-year students the opportunity to be selected for the main job?

What else can be done to correct the atmosphere and manage the members well?

And the future plans of the tennis department, etc.

A lot of messy stuff.

It's simply upsetting.

Just a freshman.

Know what?

Sumire Ryuzaki, who was at the end of menopause, drove Sora Kitagawa away in anger.

...

At this time.

Watching Sumire Ryuzaki's memories end.

Kitagawa Sora was the first to speak and said calmly.

"Teacher Ryuzaki, we meet again."

"Kitagawa-kun, what do you want to do when you come here today? You also invited the busy Vice Principal Makoto."

Sumire Ryuzaki narrowed her eyes and asked.

Now the word ‘vice’ is added.

Hehe, who is he?

Under the gaze of everyone.

Beichuan Kong raised his eyebrows and glanced around.

Then he said coldly.

"It's nothing."

"It's just about trying to break up this rotten tennis club."

"Just destroy it with your own hands."

One word fell.

But it stirred up a thousand waves.

The scene suddenly became noisy.

Sumire Ryuzaki hasn't spoken yet.

The gangsters in the team behind him were the first to press the trigger.

"Hey kid, what do you mean?"

"How do you speak as a first grader?"

"Are you crazy? Kid, who do you think you are?"

The group is rising in condemnation.

Kitagawa Kong turned around and took a step forward.

He said calmly while putting down the tennis bag.

"The disgusting seniority system, the bad corporate culture, a lot of wastes living around, and the old-fashioned coaches who can't keep up with the times."

"Except for the first-year newcomers and a few normal members who have seen through it."

"This tennis club is really worthless."

...

His tone was normal and indifferent, as if he was talking about what classes he took today, who he met, and what he was going to do for a while.

However.

The content inside is like that deadly sword.

Let countless people break their defenses one after another.

"Kid, who do you think is messing around?"

"Damn bastard, you deserve a beating, right?"

"You are the waste. Your whole family is waste."

Well, it seems that this group of people are quite self-aware in some aspects, and they settled in quickly.

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At this time.

The chief ministers Da and Youda, who had been silent until now, also stood up.

Using his special magic tone.

He spoke.

"Kitagawa-kun, I don't know why you think so of the tennis club and Coach Ryuzaki, but there must be some misunderstanding."

"Why don't we sit down and have a good talk."

The treatment is like mud, just like the incident of Tezuka's hand injury in the original work.

He really deserves to be an old pillar of ‘Origin of Evil’.

At this time.

Sumire Ryuzaki, who was ridiculed severely, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He said with a gloomy face.

"Look down on the tennis club, look down on the seniors, look down on the coach."

"Kitagawa, as a freshman, it's good to be confident, but you can't be arrogant, let alone complacent or self-righteous."

"You know..."

Just when Sumire Ryuzaki was relying on her old age and was habitually preaching to Sora Kitagawa.

Kitagawa Sora's patience has been exhausted.

He spoke directly, interrupting Sumire Ryuzaki.

"I knew you wouldn't accept your fate easily."

His cold eyes glanced away.

Let everyone tremble slightly.

Immediately afterwards.

"bring it on."

"Give you a chance to fight to the death."

Beichuan Kong's eyes narrowed and he immediately entered a serious state.

Drive vigorously.

Raise your hand and shoot it down.

He pulled out the tennis racket from the tennis bag and swung it suddenly, pointing directly at the Qingxue Tennis Club in front of him with an aura that would destroy everything.

That domineering and arrogant voice.

It rang straight away.

"Let's decide the outcome the way tennis does."

"Beat me."

"Just pretend nothing happened today."

"But if I win."

"Then your destiny will be controlled by me."

...