Zongman: The evolution of Ninja Bleach from Prince of Tennis

The team was in a state of panic, but the situation was very complicated.

Hyotei.

In the tennis court in the afternoon.

"Atobe Keigo, Oshitari Yuushi, you two continue!"

After returning from U17, Xingyan dragged both the regulars and the reserve players to the tennis court of Hyotei, played a practice match for each player, and then continued to give them one-on-two guidance and practice.

This time, it was not only Oshitari Yuushi who was trained to the point of being useless, but the others were also almost the same.

Especially Atobe, who should have had the best endurance, was completely exhausted after the training and could no longer maintain his gorgeous style.

"Xingyan, are you really not tired?"

After the training, Yuushi Oshiro lay directly on the tennis court and reached out to grab Xingyan who was walking by him.

"I will be tired, but you are all too weak."

Xingyan endured and made himself not step on him.

If he hadn't seen that this guy was so tired that his head was dazed, he would definitely teach him the rules again.

Just like Yueren and Jiro who always wanted to sneak attack when they were young, if they were not taught well, they might be thrown out by him habitually next time.

"Don't be so discouraging. We are already at the national level now. You can't look at us with professional requirements. Seeing that we are training so hard, just praise us a little..."

I don't know who Yuushi Oshiro learned this from, but he started to sell his misery directly after that.

"You are training seriously. I will bring you breakfast tomorrow morning."

Xingyan thought about it and he didn't seem to be very good at praising people.

In this case, prepare some rewards for them so that they can continue to work hard in the future.

"Breakfast? I want to eat!"

Jiro, who was originally asleep, was able to grasp the key points in his sleep. He jumped up and started to shout excitedly before opening his eyes.

"Is it so delicious?"

Although he knew that he had the magical skill of mastering cooking, Xingyan just thought it was okay. After all, it was just mastery, and it was not possible to directly sublimate the raw materials.

At least in his own feeling, it was just a similar concept to the chef at home.

"It's different. The breakfast made by Xingyan brother makes me happy just thinking about it. I feel full of strength now. For tomorrow's breakfast, I want to play another game!"

Jiro Akutagawa ran in with a racket. In order to be worthy of the breakfast made by Xingyan himself, he had to train hard!

"This guy... He has been sleeping for an hour, right?"

Ryo Shishido leaned against the wall, watching Jiro go on the court again to ask for abuse, and the whole person felt all kinds of bad.

That guy just fell asleep, and everyone was training here non-stop.

Now everyone is too tired to move, but this bastard woke up and is proud again, right?

"Tomorrow's training for Jiro will resume as normal!"

Atobe was also very tired today. In the team training just now, he was caught again and again because he has the best endurance.

Now looking at Jiro running around, I am sure that Jiro doesn't really need to rest, so let him resume the same amount of training as everyone else.

After an afternoon of training, everyone rested for a while and then went home.

After returning home, Xingyan just did some normal basic training and then went to rest well.

There will be nothing to do in the next few days, at least before the semi-finals and finals of the Metropolitan Tournament, everyone should not be distracted.

.........

A week passed quickly, and in the busy training, it was soon the final day of the Metropolitan Tournament.

There will still be many games today, but those are all in the loser's revival competition area.

The team that entered the top four only needs to play two games, the semi-finals in the morning and the finals in the afternoon.

"Xingyan, you guys have to be careful. I heard from my senior that Yamabuki's Akutsu has some problems. He injured several players in the previous game..."

In the venue of the Metropolitan Tournament, Echizen Ryoma, who was not late today, saw Xingyan and walked over to tell him about Yamabuki.

"It doesn't matter. Fighting is my strong point."

Xingyan reached out and patted Ryoma's hat. He really didn't think it was a threat to Akutsu Jin.

And he knew that guy wouldn't play in the doubles, and singles...

Atobe is in singles three, and Yamabuki's singles three is often Sengoku Kiyomi.

Lucky Sengoku?

I hope his luck can last a little longer in front of Huali.

"By the way, my old man seems to be here too. He may be here to watch your game."

Ryoma pulled the brim of his hat, thinking

I was about to go back to their Seigaku competition venue, and suddenly remembered another thing.

I don’t know what the old man has been crazy about recently. He suddenly told him to work hard and even said that the future tennis club company has already booked him.

It’s getting more and more abnormal.

It’s probably because Xingyan is busy training Hyotei’s main players, which makes his old man too bored and sick.

“Are you sure that the uncle came here to see me, not you?”

Xingyan shook his head and felt that this was impossible. Echizen Nanjiro hated crowded places, so how could he appear in the semi-finals of the metropolitan conference...

No...

Yamabuki, Banda Mikiya?

If I remember correctly, this old man has some connection with Echizen Nanjiro. In the original plot, Echizen Nanjiro also came to quarrel with this old man.

But this time Yamabuki’s opponent is no longer Seigaku, but did Echizen Nanjiro still come?

"He never watches my games. I'm leaving. Remember to go see Kalubin when you're done."

Ryoma shook his head. His current games were not enough to attract the old man's attention.

However, he still hoped that Xingyan could go to his house to play tennis more often.

Although he actually wanted his old man to be more obedient after playing tennis, Kalubin was indeed a little lacking in energy recently. Yesterday, he saw Kalubin running to the door and looking around.

"Today's game is over, and we can relax a little after that."

Xingyan nodded, and he and Ryoma turned around and walked towards their own school teams.

Although they couldn't meet in the morning, they would meet again in the finals in the afternoon. At this time, there was still some tension between the two school teams.

Only Xingyan and Ryoma, the two first-year members, could still have a friendly chat at this time without any concern.

After returning, Xingyan and everyone from Hyotei walked to the game field this morning.

There were already Yamabuki players doing a simple warm-up on the opposite side, and a very old man sat in the coaching seat.

Yamabuki's coach, Mikiya Banda, has been a tennis coach for many years and is said to be a very good coach.