Chapter 2 Draw

The first day of the fourth month, that is, April 7.

Tokyo, the capital of Japan, is bustling with activity. In the past few days, the citizens have noticed that there are suddenly more strange students in the city. It's said that it's unfamiliar, but in fact, people don't pay much attention to these details, so let's talk about the schools in Tokyo, how can you count them?

It's just that the characteristics of these strange students are too obvious, and they are often three or four, or seven or eight together. Wearing a uniform uniform, he is tall and strong, which makes people feel extraordinary.

Some people are puzzled by this, but those who are interested remember that this season is the biggest tennis event in the middle school world when that competition begins. Bringing together the best of the nation, it is a battle of the strong, and it is also a grand event for all Japanese fans - the national competition!

This season, it is late spring, and the breeze is not as cold as it was a month ago, so it is the best time to practice.

And in a building in Tokyo, what was supposed to be the teacher standing and writing with a pen turned out to be two neatly dressed young men. There was a box in front of them, and next to them stood a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, and the three of them had meticulous eyes.

In the classroom, young people in different costumes sat and talked in twos and threes, but they were all in a small tone.

"I want to win the national competition," a man with a strange hair shape muttered in the middle of the game, holding his right hand.

"Youth Academy,Youth Academy, the representative of the Youth Academy in Tokyo?" Suddenly, the middle-aged man said.

"Ahh The young man holding his right hand was suddenly startled, and hurriedly said, "Yes, I'm sorry!" ”

"Haha, look at that guy."

"It's ugly, I'm nervous!"

The two young men sitting in front of them laughed, and their tones were full of mockery.

The young man put down his right hand, and was not angry, but was about to go forward and draw lots.

"Crunch"

Suddenly, the door opened, and a young man with a bag leaned out. He said, "Dashi, I'll draw this lot." The tone is calm, and people dare not underestimate it.

"Tezuka?" The young man, that is, Dashi, was startled at first, and then he was extremely happy.

Tezuka, who was wearing a blue and white team uniform, nodded and strode forward. At this moment, the eyes of everyone in the trace, Sanada, and Tachibana looked over to this side.

"Step, step, step!"

Tezuka's face was solemn, a little stern. One step at a time, as soon as the foot stepped on, the momentum on the body suddenly condensed.

"Kunimitsu Tezuka? Didn't he go to Germany to recuperate? A young man stared at Tezuka, puzzled.

"I heard that I have recovered from my injury, and I will play in the best condition." His companion muttered.

This is Tezuka's prestige in the Kanto region, and the double walls of Qingxue are not blown out. Whether it's as strong as Sanada, Trace, or an ordinary nameless character, the moment Tezuka arrives, their hearts are depressed.

"Humph! What is Kunimitsu Tezuka, compared to my super tennis," a burly young man spoke.

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the trace department: "Forget it, Door and Wood, your words, fifteen minutes will be fine, isn't it, Birch!" ”

"Yes!" The strong man next to the trace nodded.

Tezuka didn't say anything to refute Kazuki's arrogance, and the look on his face was still indifferent.

"It's Tezuka." A voice rang out, and everyone shuddered at the ear.

Tezuka looked at it, but it was a blue-purple haired young man wearing a turban, and his purple eyes were mysterious. And the companion next to him is his old rival, Sanada Koichiro.

"He's here too?"

Tezuka's pupils shrank, and when he met those eyes, he knew something was wrong. But who Tezuka was, he recovered in an instant. It's just that in my heart, I was deeply shocked.

"Very strong" is the conclusion that Tezuka reached.

Although he was tripped on the road, Tezuka was not angry, just said lightly, and continued to draw lots. This made everyone nod, this is one of the giants of Kanto today, the demeanor of the Minister of Youth Studies.

After the Qingxue lottery was completed, the middle-aged man in the suit continued to look at the list below, he cleared his throat and shouted, "Shitenhoji Temple, the representative of Osaka Prefecture, Shitenhoji Temple?" ”

But for a long time, no one agreed.

"Osaka's representative Shitenhoji Temple?" This time, the middle-aged man raised his voice very high.

"Ahh

A slightly lazy voice came, causing many people to frown. They looked back and saw a young man with light silver hair standing up in the last row, stretching comfortably.

"Hey, this person is really laid-back, what do you think this place is?"

"yes, you're asleep, or have you given up on the game? Hahaha"

The two men who had laughed at Oishi laughed again, but after a few moments, their voices grew quieter. Because they found that no one showed a smile, and even, the faces of Sanada and Jibu were full of solemnity.

"Smack, smack!"

The young man tapped on his shoulder and walked down slowly. He didn't hurry or slow, as if he wasn't going to get a place in the national competition, but to walk in the fields.

"Heh, Door and Wood, why don't you talk about your super tennis?" Traces laughed.

“”

The strong man did not answer, but after hearing the words of the trace, his eyelids jumped and jumped. Looking at the back of the person who slowly walked away, he didn't say a word, as a representative of Kansai, he knew the horror of this person deeply.

The young man walked down, and suddenly, one of the people in front of him suddenly stretched out his feet, intending to dismount like the previous man who tripped Tezuka. This kick was not much faster than the black man before, and there was no warning of the kick.

This sudden change also surprised Sanada and the others, and Tezuka, who had tripped and fell earlier, also raised his eyebrows. In the hearts of everyone, the young man is going to suffer a real loss.

"Step, step!"

However, it backfired. Just as the foot appeared without warning, the silver-haired young man seemed to have eyes on his feet, and his feet were raised a little. No more, no less, just over that foot.

"Jia Fei, I haven't seen you for a long time, but your strength is good?" The young man did not continue walking, but turned back and smiled brightly at the young man who stretched out his foot to greet him.

"Huh? Forehead! ”

The young man, that is, the representative of Okinawa, Yujiro Kofi's face changed abruptly, looking at the young man in front of him, he reluctantly smiled: "This, this is Yong" But before he finished speaking, he felt the murderous aura coming from behind him, and instantly changed his words: "It's I who want to say hello to you, hello, Shiraishi, long time no see"

After he said this, the smile on Bai Shi's face became even worse, nodded and turned to leave.

Looking at the back of Shiraishi's departure, Jia Fei wanted to cry. The excitement of being elected as deputy minister has turned to grievance. Thinking that today Pingguchang and Tian Renzhi's big fat paper went out to pick up girls, he was even more unbalanced.

"That fat paper, just like him, let's be a sumo wrestler"

Shiraishi couldn't hear Kai's complaints. As he was walking, he suddenly felt the gaze from the other side, and when he looked sideways, it was the blue-haired young man.

"Have you recovered?" Looking at the young man opposite, Shiraishi cast a kind smile.

It seemed that he felt Shiraishi's congratulations, and the smile on the young man's face became even stronger. He nodded at Shiraishi.

And the two players who were originally laughing at Baishi looked at the young man who was walking slowly towards him, and their eyes were extremely shocked. I still think back to the meeting-style exchange between Shiraishi and the young man just now, and that kind of expression is obviously treating players of the same level.

"Shhh Thinking of this, they gasped.

And Shiraishi, on the other hand, had already walked in front of them, not happy or angry.

After apologizing to the host, Shiraishi put his hand into the box, closed his eyes, and took it out casually. Then, he took out the note he grabbed in his hand and looked at it, and an inexplicable smile appeared on his face.

"Why does he have that expression? Was it a match with Lihai from the beginning? That's terrible! Below, everyone was speculating. Only the people of Jibu, Sanada, and Tezuka did not speculate, and for them, these were useless.

However, they were also very curious about what Shiraishi had drawn. The young man next to Sanada was no exception, and he also wanted to know what it was that made that man smile like this.

"Whew!"

calming the feelings in his heart, he smiled at the people in front of him and said, "I'm sorry, I drew a good lot!" ”

"Good sign? It's like that, it's like that, and we're happy in vain. "The players in the underground felt extremely lost.

"Step, step!"

Shiraishi stepped down from the stage and walked back step by step.

It's just that he sighed in his heart: "Fate! History."

On that piece of paper, it was written Group A No. 1

ps: Thank you for the "only one in the big row", the "OK one night" classmate and Xiaohan for their tips!! Ask for recommendations, favorites!!

As for the timing error, let's just look at it-_-!