Looking at the boy who fell to the ground screaming in pain and glaring at him with a stubborn and angry face, he looked down at him condescendingly and said in a contemptuous tone: "I hate little brats like you who love to act like a spoiled child and rely on others the most!"

You ignorant little brat, do you think you can get what you want by just acting like a spoiled brat?

Spoiled brat.

Kintaro Toyama, who was a freshman with Echizen and had a mutual respect for him, said in dissatisfaction: "How could you lay a hand on Chaoqian?!"

"Go tell all those losers that today is over, disband right here!"

Without even turning his head, Mifune Nyudo stared directly into Echizen's eyes, which were burning with anger and unwillingness, then turned and left everyone's sight.

When he had walked three or four steps away,

"drink!"

Echizen Ryoma came back to his senses from the severe pain in his cheek and abdomen, clenched the racket in his hand, picked up a chestnut ball from the ground with his left hand, and swung it hard!

Mifunerudo didn't even turn his head, he just dodged it by slightly turning his head, as if he had eyes on the back of his head!

A normal person would be shocked or panicked when faced with a sudden tennis ball.

But Mifunerudo simply dodged.

Then he turned his head and looked at Echizen quietly, feeling the boy's anger and unwillingness.

snort.

He snorted coldly, said nothing, and turned and left.

Just act as if this never happened.

That night, Ryoma Echizen did not sleep. He was hitting the ball frantically on the cliff not far from the cave, venting his dissatisfaction in his heart, and perhaps a little grievance and unwillingness.

He was dissatisfied with the coach's attitude, felt wronged for being beaten, and was unwilling to accept that his skills had not improved as much as he had imagined, and he had not learned the moves he wanted to learn.

"What? Are you feeling wronged?"

Jingguang walked out from the darkness behind him and glanced at Echizen who was lying on the ground gasping for breath.

"None of your business!"

Are your own accounts just a bunch of mess?

"Because you lost? Or because you couldn't learn to play ten balls at once?"

Echizen Ryoma closed his eyes and refused to have a deeper conversation: "Didn't I tell you that I don't need you to meddle in my business, Senior?"

"Echizen, why do you want to learn how to hit ten balls at the same time? Your current ability should be able to beat 90% of your peers."

Jingguang was really curious.

"But I still have someone I've never defeated."

The Echizen boy opened his eyes and looked at the starry sky, with stubbornness and tenacity flashing in his cat-like eyes.

“I have to get stronger and move up from here and beat those guys on Court 1.”

And the others, whether it was the minister, his father, or seniors Yukimura and Atobe, etc., they were all defeated.

"That coach's methods were indeed rough and rude, but for you and others now, the effect is also very significant, isn't it?"

In just a few days, they have made amazing progress under this high-pressure training.

Jingguang recalled the changes in everyone's data that he had seen in the past few days, and couldn't help but admire them.

Although I still cannot agree with that guy's rough life and rude habit of touching others casually, there are good sides of him that are worth learning.