"Echizen Ryoma wins, the score is 6:0!"

In less than five minutes, Ryoma Echizen had already won the game.

In the next two games, the tennis racket was switched to the left hand.

In the serving game, he scored directly with an outspin serve, and every return thereafter was at a level comparable to Tezuka's, leaving the members of the Qingxue Tennis Club stunned.

"Minister, I'm done with my game today, can I leave now?"

Ryoma walked out of the tennis court, put his racket in the tennis bag, took the coat that Xingyan handed to him and put it on, then put on the tennis bag and looked at Tezuka Kunimitsu.

He had just realized that it was the coach's problem. She had been watching in the office, and when she saw everyone protecting Xingyan, she came out to teach them a lesson.

Moreover, there is no rule that prohibits people from other schools from coming.

"Go back, and be careful on the road."

Tezuka Kunimitsu nodded. He would definitely not stop the two from leaving.

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As for the coach's expression...

At this moment, who cares about the coach? Everyone was interrupted before they had time to say a few more words to the Grand Slam winner. I guess everyone has some opinions about the coach.

Bu Er was also angry, and seemed to be thinking of doing something, which was bound to cause some trouble.

"Hey, what happened just now? Weren't they asking for autographs? Why did the coach get so angry? Did they think you delayed the game?"

After leaving the school gate and getting in the car, Longma looked at Xingyan, whose expression hardly changed, and was very curious about what the coach was like.

The day before yesterday, he also said that Xingyan would be treated as a VIP in any school he went to, and they would try their best to recruit him to other schools.

But I didn't expect that at Qingxue, the coach would see me and kick me out directly. This was totally inconsistent with Xingyan's identity.

"Who knows? Maybe they think I'm the disobedient type and are afraid that I might lead the members of your Qingxue tennis club astray."

Xingyan probably understood this matter, but he had no intention of telling Longma the truth.

A coach who wants to build relationships with reporters and then improve the impression points of the school tennis team, he did not make any comments on such matters.

But she shouldn't have set her sights on me. Although a big reason was that she didn't know who I was, this was the first time someone dared to stand up and tell her to stay away from me.

From the situation just now, it was obvious that the other regular players were trying to get closer to him.

Whether it was to chase stars or to get some guidance in tennis, it was all ruined by the appearance of Ryuusaki Sumire.

This effect is also good, as it can just stir up a little conflict between the coach and the starting players, but it won't be too obvious.

Next, there is still a long way to go in terms of how to lead the regular players from a rival school on the rebellious path of adolescence.

But how to play it specifically depends on his mood when he meets him next time.

Anyway, it is definitely not the case that the coach of Seigaku will have a harmonious relationship with the starting players.

What he once said to Echizen Nanjiro was no joke.

He, Uchiha Xingyan, has never been a good and obedient child from the beginning to the end.

When the driver stopped the car, Xingyan and Ryoma got out, returned to Echizen's house, and went to the tennis court with Nanjiro.

Xingyan had a hard time fighting today, but he still managed to maintain his illusion at 1 point.

In the words of Nanjiro Echizen, Xingyan was too noisy. He scored points without any pattern, always appearing suddenly, and would never use the trick again after scoring a point.

But Echizen Nanjiro just happened to lose this point. Even though he was always on high alert, his condition would instantly decline when Xingyan was about to score this point. He obviously saw the problem but couldn't solve it.

"You little brat, what's the matter with your magic tennis ball? I'm old and can't stand such shocks. Just tell me the principle behind it. In exchange, I'll teach you how to do it perfectly. How about that?"

After playing tennis, Echizen Nanjiro, who still had the lead at 6:1, walked up to Xingyan and sat down. He pushed his arm with his tennis racket, still unable to resist wanting to know what was going on.

"Perfectly flawless?"

Xing Yan looked over curiously, wondering how come he didn't know that he could learn this.

Isn’t this something you realized yourself?

"Yeah, how about I teach you this. Tell me what the illusion tennis ball is. Why is it that every time you use it, even though I know there is a problem, I still can't break it..."

Echizen Nanjiro was really curious. He didn't care how many points the kid scored. What bothered him was that he knew there was a problem, but he couldn't solve it.

So far, he has never encountered a tennis ball that he couldn't break even after seeing it several times, even though he knew when the other party was using it.

"It's very simple. It's forced mental suppression. When you feel it, you've already fallen into it, so it's impossible to break it."

Xingyan didn't think there was anything wrong with talking about illusion tennis.

"So what did you say when you activated the illusion tennis in the first game?"

Echizen Nanjiro felt that something was wrong. If it was the mental suppression exerted during the game of tennis, then this kid should not have scored in the first game.

"You can use it by picking up a racket, but when it will be effective depends on when you are hit."

He rolled his eyes rudely in response. Xing Yan didn't expect that he would succeed directly at that time.

"Brat, do you want to learn how to be perfect? ​​If you want, I can really teach you."

Regarding the limit of perfection, Echizen Nanjiro really never thought about teaching it to anyone, because he also felt that this thing depends on comprehension.

However, he wanted to see this kid figure it out.

The happiest tennis can start seamlessly. He can raise his son in this way, but he can't let this kid follow this path.

The initial feeling may not necessarily be happiness, it may also be something else.

So he was curious about what this boy's original intention for tennis was.

"Wait a few days. I'm going to the U17 training camp this weekend. When I come back from there, uncle, let me see what the limit of perfection is."

Xingyan stood up from the stool, shook his head and told Echizen Nanjiro not to teach him yet.

He still has things to do on the weekend, and if he studies now, his future plans will be ruined.

Moreover, he didn't think he had the ability to achieve the ultimate in perfection, so he would wait until he had time to study it.