"Do you feel your own powerlessness? In front of a true genius, you are nothing special." Kamishiro Ran's voice sounded in Echizen's ears.
"You bastard." Momoshiro jumped off the referee's seat and hurried to Echizen, looking at Kamishiro Lan as if he was guarding against a thief.
"Echizen, are you willing to live your whole life with the title of a second-generation samurai?" Kamishiro Lan said, looking at Echizen Ryoma with contempt.
The second generation of warriors!
Echizen couldn't help but clench his fists, his face full of resentment.
Before joining Qingxue, he had heard about the rules of Qingxue.
First graders are not allowed to touch the rackets.
For Echizen, who once studied in the United States, this rule is absurd.
Tennis should be judged by seniority based on strength.
Rather than relying on age.
"You don't really think that you became the main pick because of your own strength." Kamishiro Lan's tone was full of joking.
"First-year Tezuka has national-level skills, but he still picks up the ball."
"Buyer/Tezuka!" After hearing what Kamishiro Ai said, the Seigaku candidates could no longer sit idly by and all turned their eyes to Tezuka, hoping that he would give the order.
But Tezuka still crossed his arms with an expressionless face.
......
"You are now, at best, a little brat with decent talent. You are pampered by a group of people and think you are invincible." Kamishiro Lan said mercilessly. As he spoke, Echizen's face became paler.
"You guys, just stop it." Taocheng couldn't stand it and took a step forward.
"Will you choose to grow up in a greenhouse without any competitiveness? Or will you choose to make your own way in this cruel world?" Kamishiro Lan ignored Momoshiro and handed the tennis racket to Echizen.
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