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"Hmph, it's really unlucky, I didn't expect Qingxue to hide such a trump card." Kirihara leaves the field in hatred, carrying a racket bag on his back to find his way there. As he was looking around, he suddenly saw a diminutive boy walking in front of him, who looked like he was in the first grade. Kirihara hurriedly rushed up and asked, "Hey, tell me how to get out?" ”

Kirihara was in a very bad mood and his tone was not very good. But the first-grade boy he asked seemed to be cold by nature, and he pointed to the side of the road concisely and said, "That." ”

"Thank you." Kirihara didn't look at the man again, turned around and walked in the direction of Yonglu. The more he thought about it, the more he hated it, except for the senior of the Lihai University High School, he had never lost a game, but today he lost to a first-grade kid.

As soon as Kirihara thought about this, his eyes showed signs of bloodshot again. He was shocked, and hurriedly settled down, only to find that there was a bulging thing in his trouser pocket. Chehara took it out of his pocket and held it in his hand, and found that it was a tennis ball, and the fiasco just now made him not want to stay in Qingxue for a while, so he rushed out, but he actually forgot to take the ball out that had not yet been sent.

"How did I bring out the Qingxue ball?" Che Yuan was a little distressed, he didn't want to go back to Qingxue's tennis club anyway, the embarrassment of being omnipresent made it difficult for him to step back, but Qingxue's ball couldn't help but return it to them, after all, losing was a trivial matter, and if he stole something, it was a matter of character.

"By the way, that little ghost just now." Kirihara thought about it, and the boy who just asked the passing by was not the same person from Qingxue! All you have to do is give him the ball back and let him return it to the tennis club. But will that little imp just now agree? With such a cold attitude, I'm afraid it won't necessarily help.

"Qingxue's first-grade ghost is really more annoying than the other." Kirihara whispered to himself resentfully. He only felt that the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the face of the first-grade ghost who walked by seemed to have turned into Fujifeng, laughing at him arrogantly and presumptuously.

"Damn, you give me death!" Kirihara picked up the ball suddenly, and a racket was about to be shot at the first-grader. Fortunately, at the last moment, he restrained himself after all, losing the game in other people's schools, resenting and maliciously retaliating, and injuring the first-year students of other schools, which is even more serious than stealing other people's tennis balls.

Thinking of this, Kirihara took two deep breaths, forcibly calmed down the urge to knock the first-grade student in front of him down, and shouted at him: "Hey, this is the ball of your youth tennis club, please help return it to them!" As he spoke, he threw the ball in his hand towards Echizen.

Chehara did this for a purpose, he saw that when he asked for directions just now, this person had a cold temperament, and he might not be willing to help himself, so he threw the ball directly from a distance, whether the student helped or not, the ball was always returned to the Qingxue people, and as for whether he returned it to the tennis club, it was their own internal problem. What's more, Chehara was full of resentment towards the first grade of Qingxue at this time, and although this ball would not hurt anyone, it would hurt enough to hit the body.

"Thank you." This was a game that was nine out of ten, but unexpectedly, the first-grade boy pulled out the tennis racket out of nowhere, didn't even turn his head, turned his back to lead the racket, and firmly caught the ball on the mesh of the racket. Just like Kirihara catching Arai's ball on the tennis club's court, he seems to have a bright light on him!

"Another ......" Kirihara gritted his teeth, and once again looked at the boy with slightly red eyes as he walked slowly forward for a while, and whispered unconsciously in his mouth. He didn't expect that among the people in the first grade of Qingxue, there were two existences who had entered the "realm". Looking at the appearance of the boy in front of him, it is obviously not a situation where the strength of the realm is unstable for the first time, but the strength of the realm can be fully mastered.

Kirihara didn't know whether he was resentful or surprised, and even had some fear in his unconscious subconscious. With these complex emotions, I walked out of Qingxue step by step.

The boy who showed Kirihara the way was naturally Echizen Ryoma, who had just returned. It can be regarded as the unlucky luck of the original Qingxue, and Qingxue has a total of so many characters who can handle it, and he has touched them all over the place.

"Why? You're going to follow me to my house? After the next day's training, Fujimine, who had been punished by Tezuka yesterday and ran half to death, also regained his strength, put one hand on Echizen's shoulder, and asked to go with him with a very familiar look.

Looking at Echizen's indifferent face, Fuji Feng smiled: "Of course I went to your house to find your father!" As I said, he also taught me tennis, so he is my master, and you are still my brother. Teacher, preach and teach to solve doubts! I have encountered a problem with the growth of my strength now, so I naturally have to go to the master to solve it! ”

"Alright then, you can follow me home." Echizen nodded faintly. Nanjiro knew about teaching Fujimine to play tennis, and although he didn't ask Nanjiro personally, there was no need for Fujimine to lie on this point.

Echizen's home is far from Qingxue, and it is not too far to say that it is close, and it is not too far to say that it is far away. In order to save his physical strength, Fuji Feng naturally chose to call a taxi, he had money and didn't care about it. Ryoma frowned slightly, feeling that this kind of lazy behavior seemed to be against his principles, but for the sake of Fujimine's illness, he reluctantly agreed.

"Hey, you two!" As soon as Fujimine and Echizen got into the taxi, Momojo knocked on the window and asked, "Why are you walking together today?" ”

"He's going to my house." Echizen replied briefly.

"Okay, is it a practice match? I'm going too, I'm going too! Taocheng exclaimed excitedly: "A new round of intramural ranking competitions is about to begin, and you actually have to compete first at this juncture." Let's make a bet, today's competition, if anyone loses, the day after tomorrow's ranking match will be on the right one, and they will automatically admit defeat, how about it? ”

Echizen frowned and said, "This doesn't seem to be very good, Senior Tao?" And Fuji Feng went to my house to ask my father some questions. ”

"Clams? Your dad? Isn't it amazing? Momojo didn't know that the samurai Minamijiro was Echizen's father, and asked in surprise.

"Well, it's amazing. Samurai Minamijiro, have you heard of it? He has won 37 games in the world and has the strength to be the best in the world. Fuji Feng didn't mind Momojo's proposal very much, he pouted at Echizen and said, "It's Echizen's father." ”