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Momojo, Kaitang and Ryoma had just come back from carrying milk outside, but it seemed that something had happened and they looked a little embarrassed.

"This is really unlucky," Oishi sighed.

"But you're stupid!" Kikumaru was stunned at first and then laughed when he heard the ins and outs of the whole thing.

Momojo was a little dissatisfied and stood up.

"Senior Kikumaru, we really almost died, and you still laugh at us like this..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, haha..." Kikumaru hurriedly waved his hand and apologized, and Oishi also grew serious.

"However, you still have to be careful, after all, the final is almost here!"

Not far away, Eiko, who had just gotten up and walked to the dining room, heard their conversation and was a little curious.

"What are you talking about?"

Kikumaru saw the e-raccoon walking towards everyone, and excitedly gushed about the ins and outs of the whole incident.

"The little fox is up, oh I'll tell you......"

When Eiko heard this, she was very surprised.

"That's bad luck..."

"It's not because of that guy, he hurt us super badly!" Momojo remembered everything that had just happened, and stomped his feet angrily, indignant.

At this time, Coach Ryuzaki opened the door and rushed to everyone and said slowly

"There's a special coach today!"

Instructor?

Eki was confused when she heard this, why didn't she see Coach Ryuzaki tell her about this?

With Coach Ryuzaki's voice, I saw her turn sideways and walk out of a teenager beside her.

"Come in!"

Eiko looked at the young man who walked out next to the coach, he was wearing round black sunglasses, dark green hair that was long enough to cover one eye, and he was wearing short sleeves and a cloak tied around his body.

Ei Nishi blinked at this

The person's dress... It's weird...

"I'm Yamato, please advise," Yamato muttered with his arms crossed.

The moment he appeared, the third-grade regulars were dumbfounded and stood up excitedly.

"President Yamato!"

Then he bowed nearly ninety degrees in the direction of Yamato.

"Long time no see, President Yamato!"

The civet who was standing in front of Yamato was a little stunned, and the seniors called him... President?

Yamato nodded and said from his mouth.

"The temperature is 19 degrees, which is the best environment for physical training."

"Yes." The third-year seniors replied with a bow

On the side, Ryoma, Taocheng Haitang and the three of them were extremely puzzled.

All they knew at this moment was that this man was the guy who had just caused them to be chased by a bull.

Horio explained with a light in his eyes when he saw Yamato.

"That person is the former president and senior whom even President Tezuka respects."

"When it comes to the strength of tennis, he is just a good player in the capital, but without his guidance, our school's tennis pair would never have had a chance to reach the level of the national competition."

The more Horio talked, the more excited he became, and then he began to writhe

"He's the legendary star president."

Hearing this, Haitang and Momojo Daigo apologized in a low voice.

"Senior, I'm sorry to offend just now."

"I'm sorry."

"Where, where." Yamato smiled and shook his head.

"Senior, let's go tidy up the tennis court first." Katsuro and the five of them remembered what they were going to do, and hurriedly followed Oishi to explain.

I just wanted to turn around and leave, but I was stopped by Yamato.

"Wait a minute."

The five logistics people paused, looking at Yamato with a puzzled expression.

"You know what? On average, a professional tennis player spends five years of his life playing professional tennis, whether formal or unofficial, and digests about 100 matches a year. ”

Eiko blinked, and from his field of vision, he saw that the third-grade seniors were all smiling and listening to the teachings.

I also saw the out-of-place Ryoma with an unshaven face.

Everyone stood up, but Ryoma sat on the stool unharmed, silent.

The words spoken by Yamato seniors have been heard in my ears.

"On the other hand, a diligent middle school tennis player spends 1,000 hours a year on practice, and 150 hours on the court, 150 hours, which translates into 9,000 minutes, which can be used to make 3,000 bowls of instant noodles, I hope you will make the most of your time."

Hearing him say this, Eiko only felt that this was a typical case of unclear awareness.

After Yamato finished speaking, he walked to the window again and looked at the weather outside the window

"By the way, in this kind of good weather, do you want to go to the mountains to pick some mountain vegetables?"

"You said picking mountain vegetables?" Dashi looked confused, and his tone was puzzled.

"It's a mountain, of course, it's not seaweed." Yamato laughed.

"Yes, the senior is right." Oishi responded loudly, even he didn't know why this senior wanted them to pick mountain vegetables, but the president's approach must be for everyone's good.

"But are there any wild vegetables in this season?" Ah Gan, who was silent on the side, also raised the glasses in front of him and asked.

Yamato thought for a moment, turned and leaned against the window frame.

"Due to the high altitude in this area,"

"It should have been picked up."

Coach Ryuzaki had a look of doubt on his face, but he quickly smiled and nodded in agreement

"That's fine, you can go."

"Is picking wild vegetables part of the training program?" Katsuro looked at Horio, a fan who has two years of tennis experience and is president of Yamato, and asked.

"It must be like this." Horio confidently agreed.

In this way, everyone followed President Yamato into the mountains and picked wild vegetables.

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