Zongman: The evolution of Ninja Bleach from Prince of Tennis

The two of them had a very happy marriage.

"How did you and the consultant make peace?"

The next morning, when Jibei came to pick up Xingyan to go to the venue, he saw the father and son sitting at the dining table. The atmosphere was so good that he thought it was an illusion.

Sitting in the car, Jibei ate the snacks that Xingyan made this morning, and was very curious about what happened between the father and son.

At dinner yesterday, because they were separated from adults in the tennis club, they didn't find out about this.

"Dad felt that he didn't take good care of me as a son, and I felt that I made Dad sad, so... this was actually a misunderstanding."

Xingyan took a look at the snacks that were quickly resolved, and simply summarized the conflict between their father and son as a misunderstanding.

In fact, he and his father, Taro Sakaki, knew very well whether it was a misunderstanding or not.

At that time, Taro Sakaki was really angry, and when he was the angrier, he had people cut off his financial resources.

And when he left, he did think seriously about whether he could give up the mission for his relatives in this world.

But in the end, he did not give up. Taro Sakaki also cut off his financial resources for a month and asked the housekeeper to arrange people to deal with the competition matters again.

Last night after the guests left, he took the medals and trophies he had saved to the study, and sat on the sofa and watched Taro Sakaki carefully put these achievements that belonged to him into the collection cabinet.

Neither of them mentioned the past.

He did not ask Taro Sakaki if he really wanted to give up on him in that month, and Taro Sakaki did not ask him how he lived without money that month.

He would not tell anyone how he spent that month.

Except for him and the system, no one would know how he used a racket to fight his way out of the underground tennis court filled with blood and desire.

In that month, he became the nightmare of many people, and he also completed the fusion of illusion and tennis.

Destruction, destruction.

The mask exchanged for system points will not be taken away by others, and the blood-red eyes always look at everyone like a devil.

Later, the housekeeper went there and found him in a street tennis court after three days of searching.

But the housekeeper didn't know that he had known it since the first day he arrived there.

It's just that he couldn't show up directly at that time. It took him two days to restrain all the violence he had practiced in the underground tennis court, and then he appeared in the street tennis court that the housekeeper hadn't found yet...

Although all this happened, even when he played a murderous tennis ball, he never thought that Taro Sakaki was wrong.

There was no blood relationship, but he appeared just because of an arrangement of the system, and he took him home and raised him like a baby. He owed this family affection.

He chose the system and the mission. Although he bet that Taro Sakaki would not give up on him, he had to admit that he was the one who chose to leave.

So even if Taro Sakaki really didn't want him as a son, he still owed him a few years of upbringing and a father-son relationship...

"Xingyan, are you sad?"

Atobe ate the last piece of dessert in his hand and looked up to see what expression this guy had.

As a result, he found that Xingyan's breath seemed a little wrong, but his expression did not fluctuate at all...

Thinking about the topic just now, he felt that as a friend, it might be necessary to comfort him a little.

"Those were the desserts I made. You didn't leave any for me. How could I not be sad?"

Xingyan retracted his wandering thoughts because of some memories.

Looking at the empty dessert box in Atobe's hand, he shook his head in disdain, not wanting to admit that this was the king of Hyotei who always paid attention to gorgeousness.

"It tastes pretty good. Remember to leave more for me next time."

Tetsube confirmed that Xingyan was fine, so he withdrew his thoughts of comforting her, and still thought about the snacks in the future.

However...

If Jiro and Yueren knew that this guy could make snacks, and the taste was particularly good, the future would be really lively.

"Don't even think about it. I can make millions of pounds for playing a game!"

After making sure that he was not discovered, Xingyan raised his head proudly and shook his palm for Tetsube to see clearly.

The millions of pounds he said were not bragging. After all, every championship is worth this price, and he has won four.

However, due to the plot, junior high school students in Japan seem to pay no attention to these events, as if they were blocked by the world.

Otherwise, Echizen Ryoma's fame in the US Open junior group would not have lost its effect, and no information about Atobe's appearance in the Wimbledon junior group would have been discovered...

Perhaps, this kind of shielding plot appeared just to highlight that the protagonist was looked down upon by the cannon fodder because of his age and height.

"Let's go. There's nothing to watch in this year's junior tennis match. I really don't know why you came here specially."

After the car stopped, Atobe urged Xingyan to get off.

He just accompanied this guy to watch the game today, but he didn't care about the games in this place at all.

"You don't understand this, right? There's nothing to watch in the under-12 group here, but some of the 14- and 16-year-old groups will be opponents in future tennis matches. If you don't take a look in advance, be careful that you will be laughed at in the future because you underestimate your opponents."

Xingyan got out of the car and walked into the Persimmon Wood Sports Park with Atobe.

The two walked on the road, looking at the hurried players and reporters, and they were more or less a little disappointed.

"Hey, who are you two? Don't be sneaky..."

Just when the two of them had seen the 12th and 14th divisions and came to the 16th division, they were stopped by someone.

"Just watching a tennis match, do you need to register first?"

Xing Yan looked at the man in front of him coldly. Although there was no label, but...

At this time, in this venue, three people still like to stand up and find fault...

It can be confirmed that this is the cannon fodder trio who appeared with Echizen Ryoma.

"Tsk, you can watch, but don't disturb our game!"

Sasaki was suppressed by a look, and he wanted to curse in his heart, but although he would conflict with Echizen Ryoma, he would not find fault when he was obviously inferior to him in momentum.

After turning around and entering the field under the pretext of a game, Sasaki's sight was erratic many times, but he always deliberately avoided this place.

"As expected of someone who has won the Grand Slam, this momentum is quite gorgeous, right, Karaji!"

Tetsube didn't bring Karaji with him today, but he still asked the usual question.

"Yes."

Xingyan smiled helplessly and cooperated with Tetsube.

But with his cooperation, Tetsube only felt more embarrassed, and his eyebrows jumped again and again in anger.

The game was announced to start at this time, and Tetsube focused on the game, and the embarrassment gradually dissipated.

There was nothing to watch in this game. I don't know if it was because the gold content of this game was too low, so that in recent years, only some regional-level games played soy sauce here.

During the game, Xingyan heard the referee call Echizen Ryoma's name several times, but because he didn't show up, he naturally gave up.

When a boy in a red coat and a white hat appeared, Xingyan felt quite bored and finally began to look forward to it.

Echizen Ryoma, finally here...