Zongman: The evolution of Ninja Bleach from Prince of Tennis

The first time, the second time.

"This year's Youth Tennis Tournament..."

On the third day after the start of school, this year's Tokyo Youth Tennis Tournament officially opened. The host enthusiastically told the story of youth tennis for health and the future.

Xing Yan, who was sitting in the player area, was very well-behaved, and was somewhat obvious among the young players.

Most of those who came to participate in the under-12 group were between ten and twelve years old.

Suddenly, a 7-year-old came, which made some people think that the toddler group went to the wrong venue, although there was actually no such thing as a toddler group here. After all, children who were too young could not play in the game. This was the general perception of normal people.

Even Xing Yan himself knew that it was a bit excessive to show up at this time, but for the sake of the mission, he could only continue to show his presence here.

"Little brother, which group are you in? You are so young that your family signed you up. Isn't it too anxious?"

A pink-haired boy who looked to be over ten years old came over and rubbed Xingyan's hair, and greeted him carefully.

"Group 3, are you also in Group 3?"

Xingyan raised his head and answered his question. Looking at the first contestant who came to talk to him, he was a little curious about this person's purpose.

He has been stared at since he arrived here. This is not a strange thing, but everyone is keeping a distance from him.

"I am in Group 1. If possible, I look forward to seeing you in the finals!"

The pink-haired boy tilted his head and smiled. He seemed to be very interested in Xingyan's somewhat hard hair. He rubbed it twice more before turning around and leaving.

The competition is divided into four groups. After the group stage, there is the semi-finals, with Group 1 against Group 2 and Group 3 against Group 4.

Will we meet in the final?

This person seems to be a strong tennis player, but unfortunately the age does not match, and he is not a character in the plot.

"The second match of the third group, Kawakawa Rei vs. Uchiha Xingyan, please come on the court!"

The referee took the list and called out the list of the third group.

In fact, to participate in the competition here, you need a recommender and some preliminary qualifying matches.

Xingyan originally wanted to participate in the qualifying match, and then Uncle Saito, who received the news, gave him a gift.

As a very authoritative coach in the tennis industry, Saito recommended Xingyan, so he naturally came here directly.

In this regard, the tall uncle Saito, who had long black hair and was super tall, went to the Sakaki family the day before yesterday to show Xingyan how much he cared about his little nephew.

At that time, Xingyan said thank you, but he was complaining in his heart that this guy's unconventional operation directly deducted many games for him.

It was not easy to get together with the event, and he thought he could get more results, but who knew that he became a relative...

His competition volume!

When can he start to increase!

In the past few years, he looked in the mirror when he got up, and always wanted the Sharingan to come back quickly.

"Straight or not?"

Eleven-year-old Kawakawa Rei is an ordinary boy with a pot-cut haircut. Looking at the little boy Xingyan on the opposite side, he patted his head awkwardly, and then began to enter the game process.

"Straight."

Xingyan is quite satisfied with such an opponent, at least he is not like some of the ones he met in the tennis club before, who talked a lot of nonsense before playing, and some would express their love for his cute appearance...

"It seems that my luck is good, little brother, don't get beaten and cry later!"

Kawakawa Rei always felt that after this game, whether he won or lost, he would be laughed at by his classmates, but he couldn't not play.

When he saw that he still got the serve, he could only try to be a little kinder, because he was really afraid of making the kid on the opposite side cry.

But the idea was very beautiful. When he served to the corner area, Xingyan suddenly moved to catch it and returned a beautiful high-speed ball. Kawakawa Rei's mind was blank for a moment.

"0-15!"

The referee announced the score.

"Boy, that was a mistake just now, don't make it again!"

Kawakawa Rei didn't expect to lose points just because he was distracted. His face turned red with embarrassment, but he didn't say anything angry.

Xingyan thought it was normal. After all, he was not Echizen Ryoma, and he would not be provoked everywhere.

Bang!

Another serve was hit to the corner. Xingyan, who was standing in the baseline area, moved when the ball flew up, but his small figure moved at a fast speed.

Bang!

The tennis ball bounced off the ground and was touched by the racket. A high ball was hit back.

Go.

"Kid, you are really fast!"

Watching the ball fly over his head, Hechuan Ling turned around to chase it, and at the same time, he did not forget to sigh about Xingyan's speed.

Such a young child, he really couldn't understand why he could do it.

Bang!

Bang!

The high ball was hit back, and Xingyan was already in front of the net. He shook his arm gently, and the racket sent the flying tennis ball to the opponent's court.

A short ball bounced to the side several times after landing.

Hechuan Ling, who was still in the baseline area, was confused and did not expect to be hit back like this.

"Uchiha Xingyan scored, the score is 0-30!"

The referee does not care about the mood of the players, his duty is to judge the score.

"Uchiha Xingyan scored, the score is 0-40!"

"Uchiha Xingyan scored, won this game..."

The referee's voice was very calm. Hechuan Ling on the court stared at Xingyan a few more times when changing courts, but in the end he did not say anything.

Next, it was Xingyan's turn to serve. He started with an outspin serve, and the opponent couldn't receive four consecutive serves.

After winning another game, the expressions of the players and spectators around him were refreshed little by little, from curiosity to shock, and then gradually numb.

Is the kid good?

Yes, that's right!

But so what, it's just a game.

Some people even talked about whether Kawakawa Zero was too weak, but such words didn't last long. When Xingyan won two games in a row in the morning and won three groups in the afternoon, no one could say that it was Kawakawa Zero's problem.

The 7-year-old boy entered the semi-finals in the youth 12-year-old group. This dramatic development successfully attracted the attention of some reporters.

When Xingyan was going home in the evening, he was blocked by reporters before he left the park where the competition was held.

"Uchiha Xingyan, I'm Inoue Mamoru, a reporter for Tennis Monthly. Can I ask you a few questions? When did you start playing tennis..."

In the plot, Mr. Inoue Mamoru, who is a commentator on the court and a part-time reporter, appeared in front of Xingyan at this time and showed him his press card seriously.

Then, Inoue Mamoru showed a standard kind smile, but Xingyan felt that this guy's weird eyes now looked a bit like a bad guy trying to kidnap a child on the roadside.

"Mr. Reporter, children can't be interviewed casually. Even if you want to know something, I suggest you go to his parents to discuss it before reporting!"

A white-haired boy approached from behind Xingyan, stretched out his hand to pull the child who seemed to be frightened behind him, and he blocked the reporter.

"Hello, I'm not a bad guy, this is my work ID..."

When being stared at by the white-haired boy, Inoue Mamoru felt pressure inexplicably.

But he really needed to interview this young boy.

He is currently at a critical moment in his career. If he can produce an outstanding report, he can go further in the second half of the year.

"Don't be afraid, little guy. This uncle seems to be a real reporter. However, even if he is a reporter, you can't tell him too much. Have your parents come to pick you up? Or call home."

The white-haired boy turned around, squatted down and touched Xingyan's little head, urging him to find his parents quickly.

He looks very well-behaved. I'm really afraid that he will be deceived. If he encounters this, he must not ignore it.

But he has an appointment with his classmates tonight to make up for the lessons. I don't know if he can make it in time!