"My family isn't that rich, but if I really want to pursue a career in professional tennis, I can set up a club at home. I've paid attention to this before, but it only requires a little pocket money."

Xingyan narrowed his eyes, relaxed his body, and looked at Coach Kan Retru, whose expression was stiff, waiting for him to slowly understand.

"Well... professional tennis players don't just have clubs, they also have coaches and various training arrangements..."

Kan Retru felt that he could no longer keep up with the pace.

Is the world of the rich really so capricious?

Moreover, the boy’s father had just discussed the issue of appearance fee with him. If he was really that rich, why would he ask for an appearance fee?

"I don't have a coach. I've been playing on my own since I was a kid. But I don't really need to think about this. I don't have any intention of becoming a professional tennis player. My family has a large business waiting for me to manage after I grow up. Becoming a professional player is too much trouble and will delay my ability to earn money to support my family."

Xing Yan was always extremely serious when he was teasing others.

Now, he is just one step away from directly expressing his intention to seize his father's company.

Professional players make money and have fame, but...

...

...

Money!

For an heir to a wealthy family, that little bit of money is disproportionate to what he has paid.

"Let's talk about this later. Now that we're here..."

Kan Retru saw that he had already entered the training camp, turned around and sat in the passenger seat, adjusted his mood, then opened the door and walked down.

He needed to slow down. This kid was too scary and could not be understood by normal people.

No matter what, let Borg defeat this guy a few times first, and then we can talk about other things.

“Nice environment.”

Xingyan got out of the car, felt the surrounding environment, and was quite satisfied with it.

However, the environment is nice, but he definitely won't stay long.

"coach."

Perhaps because he was looking forward to it, after knowing that they had arrived, the tall bald uncle came over with his men.

Then...

Xing Yan blinked, a little confused.

This bald uncle who seemed older than his father turned out to be the professional player he was going to play against.

and...

17 years old?

Are you kidding? Don’t be so scary. Can 17-year-olds in this world mutate?

Taneshima Shuji looks a bit young, why are these...

Byodoin Phoenix, Oni Jujiro, and the one in front of you.

Was their seventeen years really seventeen years, not forty-seven?

"This is Uchiha Xingyan, the only Grand Slam player in the junior category so far. Borg, I'll trouble you from now on."

Kan Retru looked at Borg coming over and first introduced Xingyan's identity to them.

In fact, everyone knew it even if he didn't say it, because it was no secret here about inviting this young genius over.

It’s just that a lot of people are unhappy with this young genius.

As for the so-called only Grand Slam in the junior category, many people think that the reason why no one has won it is simply because the time limit for the junior category is too short.

However, many young people are in a hurry for vocational training and simply don’t have time to waste running around the world.

The Grand Slam of the junior group is not as valuable as that of the unlimited group.

"This is Borg. He's the professional player you'll be playing against next. You must be tired today. Let him take you to rest first, and then prepare for the practice match tomorrow."

Kan Retulu did not forget to introduce his opponent to Xingyan.

As for the others, it is not the time to introduce them yet.

Or, if an introduction is to be made, it would be better to let Borg do it.

"Hello, welcome."

Borg looked at the 12-year-old boy, gave up the temptation to meet him, and directly extended his hand.

"Hello, please prepare for the game as soon as possible. I need to go home early after the game tomorrow."

Xingyan stretched out his hand and held Borg's hand.

The handshake can be used in so many places.

But just as his hand was connected with Borg's, he felt the force coming from his hand as soon as he finished speaking.

Temptation?

Or, a threat?

It should be a test, I don't feel any malicious intent.

But no matter which one it was, he had never been suppressed.

"you..."

Borg suddenly let go of his hand and took a step back without being able to help it.

He looked at Xing Yan, and the boy in front of him was still as calm as before.

But his heartbeat had not yet calmed down, and the suppression of that moment...

Borg glanced at the others and found that no one knew what had just happened, which meant...

This kid locked onto him precisely without affecting anyone around him.

As expected, he is worthy of being the most gentle tennis player.

Except for the people he hurt, no one else would be able to find out any information at all.

What a terrifying 'gentleness'!

No, that's not right...

All the players who have played against him seemed to say that he was gentle. Could it be that those people themselves had never noticed it?

"Are you okay? I first started learning martial arts, and sometimes I can't control my strength very well. Did I hurt your hand?"

Xingyan blinked, his eyes drifting to Borg's hand.

His eyes were full of innocence and a bit of caution. Even Borg himself began to doubt whether the palpitation at that moment was intentional on the part of the boy.

"It's okay, come with me, your place is next to mine."

Borg suppressed the doubts in his heart, turned around and took Xingyan to the area where he lived.

Because he is a professional player, his residence is slightly separated from others.

The environment here is also slightly better. He and the coach have planned to give special treatment to players who deserve attention from the beginning.

Xingyan didn't hesitate. When he arrived at the place, he packed up first to wash away the strange feeling that came from being in a foreign country. Then he followed Borg to the restaurant for dinner.

Perhaps because of the presence of the professional player Borg, Xingyan was not harassed or provoked by anyone. After he had eaten and drunk his fill, he was taken out for a run.

The day ended in the evening when he came back from a run without breaking a sweat.

When he returned to the room to rest, Borg next door called the coach and sorted out Xingyan's approximate data.

Physically, stronger than him.

Speed ​​is better than his.

Mental strength is suspected to be stronger than his.

Ball skills, to be determined.

Strength, to be determined.

I don't know the exact five-metric data, but when Borg looked at the data he obtained through observation, he always felt that tomorrow's game was a little bit not so good.

After running for half the night, he was already sweating profusely, but the young man didn't even have a breath disorder. This was totally against common sense.

While he was on the phone, Xing Yan, who lived next door, was using his cell phone to send a message to Tanejima Shuji, while at the same time not forgetting to listen to the comments and complaints about him from his neighbor.

Really, testing him by running in circles, isn't this just asking for trouble?

He has the body of a ninja...

How could a man who didn't even graduate from school in the ninja world but once killed a Chunin in seconds get tired from running?

Although the current values ​​are still around 5, his habits in the ninja world and the various self-regulation abilities he has honed in life-and-death situations...

Those are all survival instincts, which are simply not something that people in this world can understand.