"Okay, there are still three days left until the semi-finals of the Tokyo Metropolitan Conference, everyone should hurry up and practice!" On the court, Coach Ryuzaki's voice was high. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Yes!"

"Now, start the physical training, and all the members run ten laps around the playground!" With Tezuka's order, the entire tennis club began to run. There are only two people who are not running, one is Gan, who is temporarily working as a teaching assistant, and the other is Fujimine, who has been specially approved by Tezuka not to participate in physical training.

"Senior Qian, what are you putting there?" Fuji Feng watched as he solemnly moved out a small table, and placed a lot of bottles and cans on top of and behind the table.

"Ah, that," Qianyin smiled predictably, and poured the large bottle in his hand, from which liquid kept flowing, and in a short time a full glass was poured. Qian's analogy continued, and it didn't take long for the table to fill the table, "This is specially prepared by me, a secret training weapon." ”

"It looks amazing!" Coach Ryuzaki took a few steps away from Qianqian with a frightened expression.

"Good! Hurry up, hurry up! ”

"Cheer up! Faster! ”

Everyone in the tennis club shouted and cheered for themselves while running, looking like they were in full swing, and everyone was running with enthusiasm. However, due to the gap in talent, physical fitness, and realm, the non-regular team members inevitably lag behind the regular team members.

"Even if I can't catch up with the regular team members, among the non-regular team members, I Arai must be the best!" Arai glanced back at the people behind him with a fighting spirit while running, and couldn't help but shout with full anger: "Official team member, sooner or later it will be me Arai!" ”

"Don't be too complacent, Senior Arai, what's wrong with leading the members of the second team?" Horio, who has been playing tennis for two years, did not show weakness at all, and suddenly accelerated his pace and followed in an instant. Although he likes to brag, two years of tennis is a real experience, which makes his physical fitness not inferior to Arai, who is one of the best in the second-year unofficial school team.

Arai glanced at Horio who was catching up urgently, and his steps couldn't help but be a little faster, trying not to let Horio overtake him: "What do you say, Horio, it's better for the first-grade imp to pick up the ball obediently!" ”

When the two were competing, they heard a voice not far ahead: "Horio, Arai senpai, let's go first!" ”

Horio and Arai hurriedly looked up, only to see that themselves, who were still ahead of everyone just now, had already eaten ashes behind Katsuro and Katsuo's butts.

Horio shouted, "Damn Katsuro! Don't try to take advantage of it! Arai also shouted: "Shuiya, don't try to slip away!" ”

Coach Ryuzaki looked at this scene of fierce competition, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face, "It seems that everyone's fighting spirit is very high!" It's something to be rewarded! ”

"No, no, no, it's a good thing to have a high morale, but in the end, it depends on the actual results." Drybelly smiled darkly, "Obviously, they weren't fast enough. When the regular team members sped past in a line, the stopwatch in the dry hand had already jumped to fifty-four seconds, and by the time the first place in the informal team appeared around the corner of the court, the number on the stopwatch was already fifty-nine seconds.

"Dididi!" The timed shrill sound sounded, and Qian put down the stopwatch with a sinister face, and said, "It's ...... It's too late. ”

When the first wave of informal team members rushed over, Qian picked up the cup from the table and handed it over as always, no different from the action of handing it to the regular team members, but Fuji Feng clearly saw that the liquid in the cup was shining with a strange red light!

"Come on, it's yours." Qian's voice didn't change in the slightest.

"Thank you, senior!" Horio didn't doubt him, so he took the cup and drank it all.

"Ah!!h

The group of official team members who were running in front turned around when they heard the sound and asked in horror, "What's wrong?" What happened? ”

"What's that?" The sharp-eyed Kikumaru saw the fallen crowd of people, his wrist unconsciously hung down under his body, and the little drink left in the cup slowly flowed out. Seeing the weird viscous red liquid, Kikumaru couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah Gan, what weird drink did you concoct again?" ”

"This is called punishment tea." Qian raised the large cup in his hand with a weird smile, and the viscous weird red liquid in it kept bubbling upwards: "From now on, people who run a lap for more than a minute will have to drink my Agan's special punishment tea!" ”

"Damn! How can you drink that kind of thing! Everyone roared at the same time.

"Oh, there's one more thing I forgot to mention." As if he suddenly remembered something, Qian added: "Considering that the rest of the people are all regular team members, it is 100% likely to run into a minute, so the last one to arrive in a while will also have to drink the punishment tea." ”

"What!"

"I definitely don't want to drink it!" Momojo felt like he was about to crush his back molars: "That kind of thing! ”

"Me too!" Echizen shouted desperately as well.

"Yikes!!" Every official team member is sprinting with all their might, and you are fighting for each other. Momojo looked at Fuji who was running extremely fast in surprise, and said, "Why do you run so fast too, don't you like to drink that kind of thing?" ”

"Well, yes," Fuji said with a gentle smile, "Agan's juice really tastes good." ”

"Then why are you running so fast!" Momojo looked at Fuji in despair and quickened his pace.

Fuji turned back to Momojo with his smile that had not changed for thousands of years, and said, "That's because I prefer to see other people in pain." ”

"Wow......" Momojo turned his face in horror and said to himself, "I definitely don't want to be an enemy of a terrible guy like you." ”

"Okay, last lap!" Qian said and took out a large glass with a capacity of one liter from under the table, and the red liquid in it became even more dazzling, "The person who ran last is going to ask you to drink this!" ”

"Ahh No way! ”

Under the deterrence of the punishment tea, the official team members actually ran across the finish line in a straight position. Qian said regretfully: "It's a pity, there are no losers, and no one will drink this cup of punishment tea." But if you throw it away, it's too wasteful, so it's better to divide it together. ”

"Drink it yourself!" All the official team members glared at him.

"Forget it, I'll break it up with you. I really want to try new flavors. Fuji took the big cup with a smile, poured out half of it, drank it all, and smacked his lips and praised, "It's delicious!" ”

"In that case, I'll try it too." Fuji Feng unexpectedly reached out and took the cup in the second-hand hand, poured out the remaining half again, and drank it clean.