"Hey!"

"Drink!"

Behind Fujimine's borrowed luxury villa, on the edge of the mirror-like lake, Horio's thin figure is standing, wielding his racket earnestly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info This time, there is no impetuousness in his body, only seriousness and hard work. Every swing of the racket is so standard, even if there is a trace of inadequacy, Horio does not count, but repeats until it is done.

It's not that Horio doesn't want to do a good job, it's just that it's by his nature that it's hard to calm down and do something. But he has been playing tennis for two years, and from the beginning he came to the tennis club of Qingxue, he had a proud heart in his heart. However, after coming to the tennis club, he found that the tennis experience he was proud of was useless

Not to mention Echizen's open pervert, even if it's a submissive and somewhat cowardly Katsuro, his strength is obviously not as good as himself at the beginning of school, but in the previous practice match, he has been able to vaguely overpower the first person in the second-year informal team.

Although Arai quickly and easily defeated Katsuro after unloading his excessive weight, Katsuro's unyielding eyes and the strength that later burst out to defeat ordinary second-year team members made Horio feel terrified. And in the final of the Kanto Competition, he easily defeated the official team members of the so-called king Lihai High School, which is far beyond Horio's cognition.

Horio is a little stupid, a little unreliable, but he is not stupid, on the contrary, he is still very smart. He can see that if he continues like this, he will take the two-year tennis experience that he has not learned anything as a proud capital, not to mention that like Fujimine and Echizen, he will become a rare first-year official player or even the pillar of the team, even if he is promoted to the second grade next year, the qualification of the official team may not fall on his head!

"Absolutely not!" Horio gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressed the desire to work hard in his heart, wiped the sweat on his forehead, picked up the racket that had been hanging down involuntarily because of some physical exhaustion, and continued to swing the racket, "One hundred and fifty-eight, one hundred and fifty-nine, one hundred and sixteen...... Forehead? ”

Horio's hard work is worth affirming, but his physical strength is too weak to support his sustained swing at such a high intensity, and he has to be distracted to keep his movements out of shape. It's okay to say in normal times, but when your physical strength has reached the limit, distraction is a huge burden on corrective movements. The palm of the hand that had just wiped the sweat was slippery again, and he couldn't hold the racket steadily, so he threw the fiery red racket in his hand directly.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, the sound of the racket colliding with the meat, even half across the lake.

"Damn, who is looking for death?" A roar rang out from the woods on the opposite side of the lake, and Horio saw a tall man emerge from the low bushes. This man is at least 1.85 meters tall, full of muscles, and looks obviously a very powerful existence. He had a face full of anger and a bulging bag on his forehead, apparently struck by a racket thrown out by Horio.

Because he still has Horio holding a fiery red racket upside down.

"Little ghost, you threw the ball and slapped me?" The man looked around and saw that Horio was the only one around, so he walked straight towards Horio. The facial muscles twitched angrily, and even deformed a little, and the hideous expression made Horio take two steps back in fright.

"No...... It's not me ......" Horio subconsciously wanted to deny it, but looking at the man's vicious eyes, he looked around in a little panic, and the empty surroundings made him unable to deny it at all, so he had to bow his head and say, "Yes...... I'm sorry, I ...... I will compensate you for your medical expenses......"

"Compensation? Little ghost, do you know who Lao Tzu is? Can you afford it? The man who came was extremely tall and had very long legs, and he crossed a long distance in Horio's eyes in three or two steps, grabbed Horio's collar and lifted him up, and the fierce light shot from his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate Horio's whole person: "A simple sentence of compensation, can it be finished?" ”

"That'...... So what else are you going to do...... What do you think? Horio was caught in mid-air, having some difficulty breathing, his face flushed, and his hands and feet were shaking unconsciously in the air.

"Huh, how's it going? Do you think I dare not do anything to you? Horio was just a question from the Lord of the Six Gods, but unexpectedly, this sentence seemed to stimulate the man, and the expression on his face was even more hideous and terrifying, and his teeth were gritted "rattle" as he spoke, "Okay, okay, that bastard in Irie said the same thing, what do I think?" Do you think Lao Tzu is easy to bully? I'll show you what I can do! ”

"Bang!"

The man grabbed Horio and stepped on his long legs like a locomotive sprinting, stomped his feet on the ground fiercely, rushed forward a few steps, and pressed Horio against the trunk of a tree that was rarely said to be hugged together.

Even such a thick trunk was hit by the man's strength, and it began to tremble, and the leaves on the canopy made a rustling sound. With a loud roar, the trunk of the tree shook twice, and dozens of leaves fell.

This is not the case with a stout old tree, let alone Horio. He felt as if he had been hit head-on by a huge sledgehammer, and the bones in his entire back were about to break. His face was distorted, and cold sweat spread all over his face in an instant, and tears were squeezed out not even because of mood swings, but because of the extreme distortion of his facial muscles.

Horio was numb in pain in an instant, his brain was blank, there was a roar in his ears, and his consciousness was a little unconscious.

Horio, who has never practiced well, has never felt that his body is so fragile.

"Boy, have you seen grandpa's power? Do you know what grandpa can do? The man was satisfied with the damage he had caused, grabbed Horio's hair and dragged him away from the trunk, and asked, "Say, do you know how good Grandpa is?" ”

Horio's consciousness was already a little unconscious, and it was even more painful to be pulled by him so rudely that he couldn't think of answering at all, so he looked at the man in front of him in a daze. And the man's saliva squirted into Horio's eye sockets, and instinctively closed his eyelids.

"Wow, I didn't expect it to be hard at such a young age!" The man was obviously dissatisfied with Horio's attitude and slapped Horio in the face.

"I'll make you hard!"

"Smack!"

Clearly, five purple prints appeared on Horio's cheeks in an instant, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. The man hadn't reached the level where he could slap a person out of his internal injuries, but he used too much force, and Horio's flesh collided with his teeth, and he punctured his cheeks.

(To be continued.) )