"Hey, wake up, wake up!"

Listening to the voice, it was a man, not very old, but he was quite anxious.

However, my head hurts and I don't want to get up.

"Hey, wake up, don't pretend to be asleep."

Someone is pushing, the frequency is quite high, and the force is quite large, so he should be angry.

However, I still didn't want to get up, and my brain was like a sponge stuffed by someone, and it swelled.

"Hey, don't pretend to be asleep, you said you want to compete, but you can't try to escape when it's over!"

The back is hard, and it is not a bed that lies down, but a chair.

If it's a bed, it's fine, and you won't have back pain when you wake up.

"Hey ——!!!"

If you suddenly shout in someone's ear, your head will blow up.

Duang snapped, and Awabara rolled over from his chair, his head so heavy that he hit the ground before his body — it was a pain.

"No, what are you doing? Still don't let people sleep? Su Yuan rubbed his head and got up, although he couldn't see it, he knew that it must be red.

"Don't be stunned, let's start playing."

After catching a glimpse of something flying, he subconsciously took it and found that it was a tennis racket.

Race? Where did the game come from? Am I not in the liver? The hall master is still waiting for my witch 4-piece set.

However, as soon as his gaze swept away, he was stunned.

Because he is now in a tennis court, the outer area of which is full of students, and you can even see middle-aged people with cameras.

Without exception, the eyes of these people are focused on themselves.

Hey, hey, what's going on? Why do they look at me like they're looking at clowns - and secondly, who is that four-eyed guy on the other side of the pitch who looks like a pillar of youth? Do you really think that you can cos the leg card with a racket, glasses, and a poker face?

The head is a mess.

"Hey, don't be stunned, let's start playing."

Glimpse of the male student who threw the racket to himself to push someone behind his back, he loosened his hands holding the racket, bent his knees, grabbed the opponent's wrist with one hand, grabbed the biceps below the opponent's shoulder with the other, and at the same time pouted his butt and pushed against the opponent's waist, and then pulled the opponent towards himself.

Bang!

The male student flew into the air and then fell to the ground two or three meters away.

To his surprise, the male student's physical fitness was very good, and after only pausing on the ground for a few seconds, he immediately got up and rushed over, and asked angrily: "Bastard, do you play ball or hit people?" ”

"It's a lot of gas when you get up." He explained calmly. Seeing a few male students surrounding him, he raised his eyebrows, "What, you want to fight?" ”

His intuition told him that if he really fought, these few people would not be enough for him to fight.

Wait, when can I shout like Master Ye, "I'm going to hit ten?" ”

No, Master Ye has started to use guns, right? Why do I have to use my fists and kicks? No, this idea is too dangerous and you will be caught!

With his thoughts flashing through his mind, Awabara saw a squinting eye come over, and after he picked up the racket on the ground, he stopped the male student who was about to make a move.

"Calm down! Peach City, Begonia..."

Hearing these two familiar names, a strange feeling suddenly rose in Awabara's heart.

Could it be that ... Crossed!?

He instinctively wanted to refuse.

But rational thinking told him that this was really a crossing!

Otherwise, if you want to complete such a transformation, you must first quietly pry open the door of his house, make him faint, then transport him out, give him a head replacement operation, and finally transfer to Neon, a large pre-arranged venue.

But who would be bored enough to stage a Truman show?

He's just an ordinary otaku who works like this, who wants to make such a joke with him?

Look at the squinting eyes in front of you... This is so clear that it is not a second week of help!

Awahara sighed: "Give me five minutes, my brain is a little messy and needs to be adjusted." ”

"Okay." He responded in one bite, drove away Taocheng and Haitang, and then walked to the side, his eyes on Su Yuan.

This senior from Teedan High School,Suddenly came over and said he wanted Tezuka to compete.,Because Tezuka didn't agree, he made a big fuss.。 As a result, Tezuka agreed, but he fell asleep in a chair instead, and this reality is really incredible...

Well, Awabara thinks the same way.

In those five minutes, he figured out two things.

The first one, he crossed over, and also fused the soul of the original body.

He wasn't called Awahara before, but now he has to be called Awabara.

The matter of the original body will be gradually mentioned later.

But what he was curious about was that he shouldn't have traveled to the Teyvat continent for the sake of the hall master, right? How did you get to the world of the king of the net?

This is not scientific!

The second thing, the fact that he competed with Tezuka was really a disaster.

The woman... Mistake him!

Five minutes later—

Picking up the racket, walking to the court, looking at Tezuka with a poker face in front of him, Awabara asked a question that made the audience laugh: "Leg card, you are very good, can you release water in the next game?" ”

"No, you can't."

"I know this request is unreasonable, but as your senior, you can't let me not get a point, right? It's too shameless. ”

"It's because I'm a senior, so I have to go all out!"

"It's too rigid to do this, how about a game? If not, three points, one point is fine. ”

"No, you can't."

"But I don't know how to play tennis." Awahara told the truth, "I'm from the kendo club. ”

After finishing speaking, he noticed that Tezuka's expression also had a momentary stagnation.

But it was soon back to the way it was.

"Seniors, everyone is responsible for their own actions."

This serious lesson made Su Yuan scratch his head: "This is troublesome." ”

Tezuka's personality is notoriously harsh, and it's not an exaggeration to say it's rigid.

If you don't make a fuss, you'll probably end it easily. But now that there are so many people watching here, as well as reporters from newspapers and magazines, whether it is for the reputation of the Youth Tennis Club or Tezuka's own dignity, he can't easily retreat.

In other words, it will be difficult for him to get out of the whole body this time, right?

However, it's not like there's room for maneuvering.

It's all up to people to come up with it, don't they?

If he's not mistaken, Sanada's tennis is based on kendo.

It just so happens that I'm also from the kendo club.,Why don't you copy Sanada's tennis on the spot? But wouldn't that be bad? He's a traverser.

But if not, is there a better way now?

After fusing the soul of his predecessor, his body underwent some subtle changes, which took time to get used to...

"Give me the serve, okay?"

"Yes."

In the face of Awaara's inch, Tezuka agreed without thinking about it.

This privilege is always there.

Walking to the receiving area, he stared blankly at Awabara, who couldn't wait to serve after slapping the tennis ball a few times on the opposite side.

Based on known preconditions:

1. The action of swinging the racket is not standard.

2. The hitting point is wrong.

So, the ball can't go over the net.

That's what he said in his heart.

At the same time, it also confirmed the fact that the senior played tennis for the first time.

But more than that, they were speechless.

Because playing with such a zero-based senior, he has no feelings.

But anyway, go on it.