"How did you and the counselor reconcile?"

The next morning, when Atobe came to pick up Xingyan to go to the venue, he saw the father and son sitting at the dining table. The atmosphere was so good that he thought he was hallucinating.

Sitting in the car, Jibe ate the snacks that Xingyan made this morning, and was very curious about what happened between the father and son.

During dinner yesterday, the members of the tennis club were separated from the adults, so they didn't notice this.

"My father felt that he had not taken good care of me as a son. I felt that I had made him sad, so... this was actually a misunderstanding."

Xing Yan took a look at the snacks that were quickly solved and simply concluded that the original conflict between them was just a misunderstanding.

In fact, he and his father Taro Sakaki knew very well whether it was a misunderstanding or not.

At that time, Sakaki Taro was really angry, and when he was most angry, he even had someone cut off his financial support.

And when he was leaving, he did think seriously about whether he could give up the mission if it was for the sake of his relatives in this world.

But in the end, he did not give up. After cutting off his financial support for a month, Taro Sakaki asked his butler to arrange for someone to handle the matters related to the competition.

...

...

After the guests left last night, he took the medals and trophies he had saved to the study, and sat on the sofa while watching Taro Sakaki carefully put his achievements into the collection cabinet.

Neither of them mentioned the past.

He didn't ask Taro Sakaki whether he was really going to give up on him during that month, and Taro Sakaki didn't ask him how he lived without money during that month.

He would not tell anyone how he spent that month.

Except for him and the system, no one would know how he used a racket to carve out a way to survive in the underground tennis court filled with blood and desire.

During that month, he became the nightmare of many people, and he also succeeded in integrating illusion and tennis.

Destruction, ruin.

The masks exchanged with system points cannot be taken away by anyone, and the blood-red eyes always stare at everyone like a devil.

Later, the housekeeper arrived there and searched for three days before finding him on a street tennis court.

But the butler didn't know that he had already known it since the first day he arrived there.

It was just that he couldn't show up at that time, so he spent two days to suppress all the violence he had developed in the underground tennis court, and then he showed up at the street tennis court that the housekeeper hadn't found yet...

Even though all this happened, he never thought that Taro Sakaki was at fault, even when he played the killer tennis ball.

There is no blood relationship between them, he just appeared because of an arrangement of the system, and was brought home and raised like a baby. He owes this family affection.

He chose the system and the mission, and even though he had bet that Taro Sakaki would not give up on him, he had to admit that he was the one who chose to leave.

So even if Taro Sakaki really didn't want him as a son, he still owed him the years of raising him, and the love between father and son...

"Xingyan, are you sad?"

Atobe ate the last piece of dessert in his hand and looked up to see the guy's expression.

As a result, he discovered that Xing Yan's aura seemed a little off, but his expression did not fluctuate at all...

After thinking about the previous topic, he felt that as a friend, perhaps it was necessary to say a few words of comfort.

"That was the snack I made, and you didn't leave me any. How could I not be sad?"

Xing Yan withdrew his wandering thoughts that had been evoked by some memories.

Looking at the empty snack box in Atobe's hand, he shook his head in disgust, not wanting to admit that this was the King of Hyotei who always paid attention to luxury.

"It tastes pretty good. Remember to leave more for me next time."

After Tezuka confirmed that Xingyan was fine, he withdrew his thoughts on comforting her, but he still remembered to think about snacks for the future.

but...

If Jiro and Yueren knew that this guy could make snacks and that they tasted especially good, their future would be really lively.

"Don't even think about it. I can earn millions of pounds just by playing a game!"

After making sure that he had not been discovered, Xingyan raised his head proudly and waved his hand for Tezuka to see clearly.

The millions of pounds he mentioned were not exaggerating. After all, every championship is worth that much, and he has won four of them.

However, due to the plot, junior high school students in Japan seem to pay no attention to these events at all, as if they were blocked from the world.

Otherwise, Ryoma Echizen's fame in the US Open junior group would not have been lost, and no information about Atobe appearing in the Wimbledon junior group would have been discovered...

Probably, this kind of shielding plot appears just to highlight that the protagonist is looked down upon by the cannon fodder because of his age and height.

"Let's go. There's nothing to watch in this year's junior tennis tournament. I don't know why you came here specially."

After the car stopped, Tezuka urged Xingyan to get off.

He just accompanied this guy to watch the game today, but he didn't care about the game in this place at all.

"You don't understand this, don't you? There's nothing to watch in the under-12 group here, but some of the 14- and 16-year-olds will be your future tennis opponents. If you don't take a look in advance, be careful that you will be laughed at in the future because you underestimate your opponents."

Xingyan got out of the car and walked into the Kakigi Sports Park with Atobe.

The two walked on the road, looking at the hurried contestants and reporters, and they were both a little disappointed.

"Hey, who are you two? Stop sneaking around..."

Just when the two of them had looked at the 12th and 14th divisions and came to the 16th division, they were stopped by someone.

"It's just to watch a tennis match, do I need to sign up first?"

Xing Yan looked at the man in front of him coldly. Although there was no label, but...

At this time, in this place, three people still like to stand up and find fault...

It is probably certain that these are the three cannon fodders who appeared with Echizen Ryoma.

"Tsk, you can watch it, but don't disturb our game!"

Sasaki was suppressed by a look and was so angry that he wanted to curse, but although he would conflict with Echizen Ryoma, he would not pick a fight when he was obviously inferior to the other party in momentum.

After turning around and entering the field under the pretext of competing, Sasaki's gaze wandered many times, but he always deliberately avoided this place.

"As expected of someone who has won a Grand Slam, this momentum is quite magnificent, isn't it, Huadi!"

Although Tobe didn't bring Karaji with him today, he still asked the usual questions.

"yes."

Xingyan smiled helplessly and cooperated to take over the conversation for Tezuka.

But his cooperation only made Tezuka feel more embarrassed, and his eyebrows twitched in anger.

The game was announced to start at this time, and Atobe focused on the game, and the embarrassment gradually dissipated.

There is nothing to watch in this game. I don’t know if it is because the quality of this game is too low, so that the games in recent years have just been some regional-level games.

During the game, Xingyan heard the referee call Echizen Ryoma's name several times, but since he didn't show up, he naturally forfeited.

When a young man in a red coat and a white hat appeared, Xingyan's boredom finally began to turn into anticipation.

Echizen Ryoma, finally here...