Sure enough, when Bunta pushed the door open, he felt an almost frozen atmosphere in it.

In front of him, everyone was like a clay sculpture, only the sushi on the table was slowly spinning. And at first glance, he saw Minamijiro and the other person, both of whom were looking at each other at eye level, and there was a faint palpitating battle intent in their eyes.

"These two guys, they don't want to fight here, do they?"

He was startled, then stepped forward with a smile and said, "Everyone, I hope to forgive you if you are slack." ”

"Bunta, you're here. Sit, sit. ”

Seeing Wen Tai come in, Mifune's eyes suddenly lit up, if he said who knew and could persuade the two of them best, except for the person in front of him, he couldn't find a second one. At that moment, he stood up and pulled the other person to a seat.

And seeing the old friend come in, the invisible confrontation between Minamijiro and the two also quietly ended. It's just that if you don't have the feeling you had when you met before, you will never be able to shake hands and make peace if you don't agree with each other.

"I said you, how many years have passed, shouldn't that be over? Besides, what should they think if you are so opposed? "Wen Tai, who was seated, seemed to be familiar with this situation for a long time, and opened his mouth to point directly at the two of them." I've heard that the two of them have come together. ”

Click

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of bone joints squeezing from Minamijiro's side. At the same time, there was a subtle hint of unnatural emotion on the face of the person opposite. But what kind of characters are present, even the slightest detail can't escape their eyes.

Grunt

As he spoke, Bunta picked up the flask and refilled the guests one by one. At the same time, he sighed: "Do you remember the dream of the three of us at that time? ”

"The blood that used to be hot has long been gone, and after so much time, those things can only be used as talking points." Minamijiro shook his head, flipped the chopsticks in his hand, and grabbed a piece of fine tuna sushi in one fell swoop.

"It's a good speed"

Among the several, the black head of the long-haired shawl looked at him slightly. Just now, he didn't even see how the other party made a move. You know, he is a person who has led several World Cup players, and the genius in his eyes is like a carp crossing the river, but no one has ever reached this kind of hand speed.

"Worthy of the legendary samurai!"

However, at this moment, another pair of chopsticks slapped Nakamijiro's chopsticks at a speed that was almost there. The force was not light or heavy, just enough to slap off the sushi he was holding, and then, with the chopsticks, he caught it steadily.

"Is this the beginning?"

In the room, everyone, including the helpless official, stared at the plate of sushi. There, there will be a chopstick battle that is no less than a real tennis tournament.

"Ahem"

At this moment, the old man, who had never made a sound, coughed the two and looked at them with clear and verve eyes.

"Chopsticks, there are two pairs, sushi, there are also two, why fight?"

Those eyes seemed to contain great power, so that Minamijiro and the two of them took back their chopsticks together. For this old man, they can only be regarded as children by each other. Just like a child in the eyes of parents, it doesn't matter if you're twenty years old or fifty years old, it's still the same.

"Tennis, it's round. Again, there are so many ways to solve a problem, so why cling to one. "The old man's identity is so special that no one dares to make one more movement when he speaks.

Especially Minamijiro and the other guy.

Once, because of that goal, they rushed to the world with full of enthusiasm. As a result, he also put down the racket in his hand because of that goal. This is helpless and sad, but because of the different personalities of the two, they have taken two paths that cannot intersect.

There was a little helplessness in the old man's eyes. This is more like a fight between two children, it's just that they have grown up and already have their own thinking logic, and they will no longer follow the words of their elders. "Perhaps, we don't have different roots, but at least, we are people of the same skin color and live in the same world."

"Maybe."

Minamijiro sighed softly and turned to look at another plate of cod sushi.

Mifune, who was sitting on the other side, had a bright eye, the other party backed down, and things took a turn for the better. Not only him, but even Saito and Kurobe, who were sitting on his right, breathed a deep sigh of relief in their hearts.

At this time, Bunta, who took a sip of the spirits, his eyes lit up a lot. "Once, it was because I couldn't meet that condition. With no talent and no resources, why not make some changes now? ”

"Just like me, if I had looked further back then, not only in Gunma and Kanto, but also in the racing driver's legendary trophy, maybe my name would have been engraved on the legendary trophy of the racer."

If these words are heard by outsiders, they must think that they are boasting. But everyone here knows that the middle-aged man in his fifties in front of him, with nasolabial lines and eyebrows, is a veritable car god back then.

"If it weren't for the sake of expanding the sea, maybe I would have died of old age and decay at the foot of that autumn mountain in my life. People, you can't live without hope. How big a blow can it be compared to a car crash? Can it compare to never touching the steering wheel again? Can it compare to a genuine aversion to driving from the bottom of your heart? ”

said this, and sneered: "I'm sorry, it's far away." ”

However, no one laughed at him. This is a man who went from being extremely disgusted with cars to finding the feeling of the steering wheel again. In a way, he has already completed a nirvana in his life.

"And, are you sure they'll agree to it after they know about it?" He babbled like a chatter. "Those children have an infinite future, and you, Nanjiro, have ruined the first half of your child's life!!"

Rumble!

Speaking of this, he suddenly got up and looked at Minamijiro, his gaze piercing through the depths of the other party's heart like a torch. There, a throbbing object suddenly contracted, as if to hide something it didn't dare to reveal.

"Once a samurai, now you are gambling with your child's future, and you are no longer worthy of picking up a racket."

Minamijiro's eyes lowered, and in his heart, something was extremely uncomfortable. It was something he didn't want to think about, and he never dared to think about.

Phew.

Before anyone could react, he jerked his head toward another man.

"So are you, Yuya Shiraishi! Take your son to the chessboard, stir everything with him, and your racket will be stained not only with the blood of Europeans, but even with the blood of your loved ones. ”

Boom.

Kurobe and Saito Tenling Gai on the side almost flew out. This man didn't give the samurai a little face in front of these people, and besides, the man who gave them as heavy as Mt. Fuji turned out to be Yuya Shiraishi, the father of Kuranosuke Shiraishi?

Also, stained with the blood of Europeans, what does this mean

Rumble!

Suddenly, a story that they had heard countless years ago and had been passed down in their youth. In addition to the samurai, there is also a terrifying young man who is constantly fighting in Europe.

The man who was made a devil by the Europeans, turned out to be him?

And after Wentai's voice fell, Xiongya's gaze also drooped. He is not only sorry for Shiraishi, but also for his wife and daughter, he has hidden too much.

"Tennis is really more than just a simple sport." When Wen Tai spoke, the old man, who had been silent, spoke: "However, it is only a sports competition, this is the default rule, and no one can change it. ”

That's right, tennis can only be tennis in the eyes of ordinary spectators, and the interpretation of this sentence in the hearts of those present is unanimous. If there were no such restrictions, without the suppression of those truly terrifying existences, tennis would not be what it is today.

"But," the old man smiled brightly like a spring sun, "this thing is about to be lifted, and the supreme honor will be reshuffled." We already have a place in our hands. ”

Silence, except for Bunta, what condensed on everyone was a mountain of pressure.

No one expected that the ban on tennis restrictions would be lifted like this. That will bring unimaginable horror effects, because the real era of tennis is coming.

At this time, Minamijiro, whose face was uncertain, spoke, "Then, what about us?" ”

"'We'?" Who knows, Yuya immediately showed a mocking smile on his face, "With the status of the United States, there is naturally already one." ”

"Yuya Shiraishi!"

Nanjiro suddenly raised his voice, looked at the other party, he gritted his teeth and said, "What I said, naturally it's Japan and Ben!" ”

"Nope."

It was Mifune who spoke, and he knew the news earlier than the rest, so he acted calm. He glanced at Minamijiro, finally looked around and said, "The list has been drawn up, and after discussion, it will be divided into seven parts. ”

"The United States, Russia, China and Germany have identified. As for the remaining three, they will be determined through the survey of tennis heritage in each country. It has been preliminarily decided that the first country in this World Cup will receive a place. ”

"I see." Nanjiro smiled bitterly, and suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and asked with wide eyes, "What about what you already have?" ”

Mifune's face, which was a little older than before, flashed a trace of tiredness, and he sighed, "It's still okay." ”

Bang, Nanjiro's hand fell weakly on the table. No wonder, no wonder those people finally found him, they took the initiative to ask for more resources for Japan, and now that I think about it, he was still too naïve.

"I see" sighed Kurobe, he couldn't think at all, even if the Japanese team performed well in the warm-up match, it was only a second-tier team after all, how could it be ranked in a group of death, and now, everything is clear.

During the banquet, I am afraid that only Bunta and the old man were the most calm, he swallowed a cod sushi, looked at Nanjiro and said, "How about it, it's time to make a decision, right?" ”

"Wait" Minamijiro suddenly waved his hand, with a solemn look on his face, and asked Mifune: "What is the opponent of the Japanese team in the next game?" ”

"Germany!" It was Yuya who answered him, and he also stared: "I'm afraid it's the most terrifying German team in history." What, are you scared? As he spoke, he looked at Minamijiro playfully.

However, Minamijiro ignored him, and the whole person completely lost his former playful and cynical appearance. His eyebrows were tightly wrinkled together, and finally turned into a sigh: "I'm sorry, I refuse!" ”

"How so?" "You!" "Mr. Minamijiro"

Several voices sounded at the same time, and Wen Tai, who had been silent for a long time, stood up and stared at him tightly, "At this time, do you still want to give your hope to others?" ”

"This, alas" Nanjiro's voice was leisurely, and finally, a flame of rage welled up in his eyes, and he looked at Yuya and said, "Okay, I promise!" However, if they do not survive Germany, it will still have no effect. ”

"Still, if he wins, I'll teach him that thing."

Even the mind as powerful as Yuya Shiraishi couldn't help but tremble.

This guy is willing to give up, it turns out to be that thing!

ps: Ah~ What a bloody plot, writing this, I don't know if anyone guessed the final ending. In addition, no one seems to complain about the chaotic entry of the autumn mountain bike god

Thank you very much for your support, and I will make a detailed list of rewards. Moreover, Xiaobai is the word of the hometown code, there is no network here, you can only use the mobile phone hotspot, ah ~ my traffic! I am in arrears, and I have time to go into the city to buy a wireless network card. Because I didn't update it when I went home last year, I didn't prepare at all. Bitter as me

In the end, Sapon rolled in tears and begged for a recommendation. I only took three days off, how did you become a different person? You weren't like that.