Zongman: The evolution of Ninja Bleach from Prince of Tennis

The next day.

Outside the locker room of the Hyotei tennis club...

"Xingyan, where are you going?"

Tetsube stopped him helplessly. The club activities had just started at this time, and this guy told him that he was leaving early after changing into sportswear?

"I made an appointment with Uncle Nanjiro to play tennis. It's not appropriate to change clothes at his house, so I'll change first and then take the bus. You guys should keep training and don't be lazy. I'll check it tomorrow morning."

Xingyan stopped with a tennis bag on his back and told Tetsube where he was going, and then prepared to run away.

"Wait a minute... Ask the driver to buy some gifts on the way. It's the first time to visit someone's home, don't be rude..."

Tetsube felt that he was a life of worry now.

I played tennis with Oshitari for half the night last night. Although it didn't seem to have much effect, it was indeed very tiring.

I still have to worry about this kid's problem today...

They are all a bunch of troubles!

"I know, I'll ask the driver to buy a fruit gift box later. Is there anything else I need to pay attention to?"

Xingyan naturally responded to Atobe's concern with a smile. This time he didn't leave in a hurry, but waited for Atobe to finish his words.

"Be careful when playing the game. If you can win, win more points. I'll wait for your good news. Go."

Waving his hand to let people hurry up, Atobe looked at the back of the happy running away and felt so tired.

This kid is good in everything, but he is occasionally ignorant of the ways of the world. If people misunderstand him, he doesn't like to explain. It's impossible not to worry about him...

"Where is Xingyan? I brought a cake from home..."

Xianghi Yueren came out with a cake box, but found that the person he was looking for was gone.

Wasn't he here just now?

He just went to get a cake.

"Go find someone to play tennis with. Unless he can win, he may often miss the afternoon club activities training."

Atobe shook his head and looked at the cake in Yueren's hand. For the missed opportunity of only two minutes, it can only be that the boy is not destined to have this cake.

"Xingyan will definitely win. The one who asked him out today is Shuji Taneshima or Gekko Ochi. Aren't those guys already in the high school department? How can the news spread so fast..."

Yueren Xianghi walked into the tennis court with Atobe, and while inviting Jiro to come over to eat the cake, he gossiped with Atobe about which guy came to snatch the player this time.

"None of them..."

Atobe was stunned for a moment, shook his head and denied all of Yueren's guesses.

He didn't know Shuji Taneshima, but he knew who Gekko Ochi was.

The head of the Hyotei tennis club before him, a tennis genius who led Hyotei to the national level.

"Not them? It could be Ajiudou. Although he didn't come to Xingyan many times, the guy's intelligence data has always been very powerful. If he knew Xingyan was back, it wouldn't be strange for him to come to him..."

Jiro took the cake, picked up a piece and sat down to eat it, and at the same time proposed another suspected possibility.

"No... you can ask him yourself, he is an old senior, who was very powerful more than ten years ago..."

Atobe still didn't say who it was, but he thought that most people could guess it.

"No more guessing, it should be some uncle who came to see him, let's eat cake and call him later."

Xiangri Yueren waved his hand and gave up guessing. If he really wanted to know, he could just call him directly. It was too much trouble to guess like this.

Anyway, Xingyan will be fine. I will send him a message after eating the cake...

Forget it, I'll send it now.

.........

"Uncle Nanjiro, eat more fruit to avoid getting angry."

Xingyan asked the driver to take him to the door of Echizen's house. After getting off the car, he rang the doorbell, then took the fruit handed to him by the driver, opened the door and walked in.

He handed the fruit gift box to Echizen Nanjiro, looked at the magazine that had not been closed on the chair next to him, and could still see some pictures of swimsuit beauties.

"The boy is thoughtful..."

Echizen Nanjiro took the fruit and put it aside. When he saw Xingyan glanced at the magazine, he jumped over and put the magazine away.

Although he likes to read it, it is still inappropriate for such things to be seen by the boy.

"Uncle Nanjiro, I brought a tennis racket here. I will trouble you to teach me later."

Xingyan looked at Echizen Nanjiro who was about to sit back in the chair, and had to remind him that he came here to play tennis.

If

He didn't need to change his clothes, so he just hurried to the tennis court.

"You are so impatient, I am an old man... Forget it, I won't bother with you, just follow me."

Echizen Nanjiro wanted to tease the boy's impatience, but after seeing Xingyan's serious eyes, he suddenly felt warm in his heart.

How many years have passed.

He hasn't seen such eyes for too many years.

He chose to retire at that time, one because Ryoma was born, and the other reason was that he couldn't see the true love of professional tennis players for tennis.

"Uncle Nanjiro, is this wall okay? If it is broken, do you want me to repair it?"

Then he walked into the temple, and next to the bell, Xingyan saw the simple tennis court.

Shaking the racket in his hand, Xingyan always felt that after this game, this temple might change its appearance.

"Boy, I remember they reported that you are the most gentle tennis player. Have you changed your style in just over a year?"

Echizen Nanjiro looked around. The venue was indeed limited, but he felt that this boy's control should not be bad.

It's hard to say whether others can see it, but he knows very well that the loss of some players is definitely related to this boy.

If he didn't have that ability, and just followed the guesses of those reporters, this boy would not be able to get out.

"It's different. I can completely control playing tennis with those people, but I don't think I can have a chance to control the court in front of Uncle Nanjiro."

Xingyan took out a tennis ball from his bag and walked to the serving line.

Looking at the lazy Echizen Nanjiro, he said very bluntly that he had no intention of holding back from the beginning.

"Then leave it to me. Although my friend may not mind retaking the course, I am a lazy person..."

Echizen Nanjiro smiled and shook his shoulders, walked to the other side of the net and stood still. He was confident that he could control the court as Xingyan said.

Although this kid played tennis very well, he was still a teenager after all.

Bang!

The people were already in position, Xingyan bent his knees and leaned back, and the tennis ball thrown from his fingertips collided with the racket.

A standard outspin serve went over the net.

Bang!

Swing the racket to stop the ball that bounced up and hit it back.

"Wow, kid, you are good, you are so good at outspin serve, and Long Ya, that little bastard, didn't tell me."

Echizen Nanjiro looked at the familiar outspin serve and wondered how this kid did it.