Make Akutsu Jin Cry At the Start

Chapter 65 Fengqi u17 training camp

“Are you here?”

At this moment, through the surveillance, Kurobe Yukio clearly saw the three Byōdōin Hōō.

The door opened directly to the sides.

Immediately afterwards, the three Byōdōin Hōō strode in.

A regular distribution of outdoor network courts appeared in front of them.

At the same time, there were hundreds of teenagers who were training tennis. Judging from their size, they were basically high school students.

“Yeah, something!”

Byōdōin Hōō saw the players on Court No. 1 and Court No. 2 at a glance, and many of them were of national elite level.

There are a few more at the national level.

“Boss, should we say hello.”

A cruel smile appeared on Tohno Atsukyo’s face.

Before he could finish speaking, Byōdōin Hōō directly pulled out the racquet behind him.

The tennis ball in his hand is thrown straight up.

“boom–!”

Next second.

Byōdōin Hōō swung his arms fiercely, leaning forward, and racquet swung directly at the tennis ball in the air.

A shuddering evil spirit erupted from the racquet.

The tennis ball filled with unprecedented power set off a tornado, sweeping the audience like a tsunami.

World-class football skills-American pirates.

The tennis ball exudes endless radiance like a surge.

Carrying the momentum of the tsunami, it swept to Court No. 1.

“boom!”

A yellow lightning slammed heavily on the ground, dispersing like ocean waves.

The amazing power shook the entire court.

“asshole!”

In an instant.

All the players in the No. 1 court saw this scene, and everyone’s face was full of anger.

Playing the ball without saying hello is not a joke, but a slap in the face.

When they looked at the track of the tennis ball, an overbearing figure came into view.

Many people feel the dangerous breath on Byōdōin Hōō.

“It’s interesting to mess up so soon.”

In the U17 observation room, Kurobe saw this scene with a playful look on his face.

The entire training camp has been silent for how long, it is time to start a new evolution.

…….

Tokyo Youth Gakuen.

Tennis club.

A sloppy boy with sunglasses, dressed in a blue and white uniform, walked through the court carelessly.

“Hello, Minister Yamato!”

The new members of the tennis club greeted them respectfully.

Upon seeing this, the sloppy boy smiled slightly.

He is Seigaku’s current tennis minister-Yamato Yuta.

As a famous tennis player who once played the samurai Nanjiro, Seigaku Tennis Minister, he has always treated people with generosity and virtue.

Resolutely implement the coach Ryūzaki Jin’s training program.

Even if there are a lot of things he can’t understand, he didn’t rush in to adjust.

Contempt for establishing prestige in front of the newcomer.

“Minister, this time the list of Tokyo Metropolitan Competition, the coach has already drawn up, you can take a look.”

A member of the team hurriedly walked up to him and presented a list.

Yamato Yuta took it and took a closer look.

The entire list is basically the national three-level elections, and these people are all the seeds left over from the previous and last term.

In other words, they are all old men of youth Gakuen.

“Didn’t our tennis club have several good players? Why didn’t they participate?”

“this.”

The player who was elected was a little embarrassed and said: “Minister, they are only the second year of the country, you know…”

Hearing this, Yamato Yuta was startled, and then his eyes were a little gloomy.

Youth Gakuen is good everywhere, but he is too particular about superiors and inferiority. The third-year players are the main candidates, the second-year players can play, and the first-year players can only pick up the ball.

If things go on like this, excellent seeds will be discarded by training.

I heard that there have been ‘revolutions’ in the tennis clubs of several schools, and the first grade has succeeded in taking the position.

It would be nice if the coach could change the rules.

Yamato Yuta looked at the list in his hand, but was speechless for a long time.

…….

Kanagawa, Rikkai University.

Since Yukimura and Sanada strongly defeated the current Minister of Tennis, the Tennis Department has been reorganized and a large number of excellent seeds have been placed on the top.

Many of them are National One and National Two students.

The entire tennis club has a new look.

Every member is training earnestly, hoping to be a positive candidate in the next challenge.

At the front of the court, a blue-haired teenager with a green stripe and a tough teenager with a peaked cap were talking, turning his head to check the training situation from time to time.

These two are the Tennis Minister Seiichi Yukimura of Rikkai University High School, and the Deputy Minister Shinichiro Sanada.

“Sanada, have you heard that a man named Senyu Shinji won the championship at the National Youth Tennis Championships some time ago.”

Yukimura, dressed in a yellow and white uniform, spoke slowly.

There was an unprecedented dignity in the words.

“It’s him.”

Sanada’s fists were clenched so that they turned pale.

His eyes became extremely sharp, as if he wanted to pierce the world.

Senyu Shinji.

This is the man who defeated him and Yukimura in the elementary school tennis competition and became the champion.

6 to 0, no fight back.

What a shame this is.

This incident is like a thorn, which has been stuck in Sanada’s heart and will never be forgotten.

He didn’t think about defeating Senyu Shinji and regaining his own glory all the time. *