the next day.
Outside the Hyotei Tennis Club locker room...
"Xingyan, where are you going?"
Jibe stopped the man helplessly. The activity had just started at that time. After this guy changed into sportswear, he told him that he wanted to leave early?
"I have an appointment with Uncle Nanjiro to play tennis. It would be inappropriate to go to his house to change clothes, so I will change first and then take the bus. You guys should train hard and not be lazy. I will check tomorrow morning."
Xingyan, carrying a tennis bag, stopped to tell Atobe where he was going, and then prepared to run away.
"Wait a minute... Ask the driver to buy some gifts on the way. It's your first time visiting someone's home, don't be rude..."
Tezuka feels like he is destined to be a worrywart now.
I played tennis with Oshitari for half the night last night. Although it didn't seem to have much effect, I was indeed very tired.
I still have to worry about this kid's problem today...
...
...
They are a bunch of careless people!
"I see. I'll ask the driver to buy a fruit gift box later. Is there anything else I need to pay attention to?"
Xingyan naturally responded to Jibe's concern with a smile. This time he was not in a hurry to leave, but waited for Jibe to finish what he was saying.
"Be careful when playing the game, and win as many points as you can. I'll be waiting for your good news, go ahead."
He waved his hand and told the person to hurry up. Looking at the back of the person running away happily, he felt so tired.
This guy is good in everything except that he is sometimes unworldly. If he is misunderstood, he doesn't like to explain. I have to worry about him...
"Where is Xingyan? I brought a cake from home..."
Xiangri Yueren came out carrying a cake box, but found that the person he was looking for was gone.
Weren't you here just now?
He just went to get a cake.
"He's going to play tennis with someone. Unless he can win, he might miss the afternoon club training often."
Atobe shook his head and looked at the cake in Yueren's hand. As this was a missed opportunity of just two minutes, it could only be that the boy was not destined to have this cake.
"Xingyan will definitely win. The one who asked him out today was Tanejima Shuji and Ochi Gekko. Aren't those guys already in the high school department? How can the news spread so quickly..."
Mukai Gakuto walked into the tennis court with Atobe carrying a cake. While inviting Jiro to come over to eat the cake, he gossiped with Atobe about which guy was trying to snatch the person away this time.
“Neither…”
Atobe was stunned for a moment, then shook his head to deny all of Yueren's guesses.
He didn't know Shuji Tanejima, but he knew who Gekko Ochi was.
Before him, he was the head of the Hyotei tennis club and led Hyotei to become a national tennis talent.
"Not them? That could be Yajiudou. Although he hasn't come to see Xingyan very often, that guy's intelligence data has always been very impressive. If he knew that Xingyan was back, it wouldn't be surprising for him to come looking for him..."
Jilang took the cake, picked up a piece, sat down and started eating, while also raising another suspected possibility.
"No...you can ask him yourself, he is an old veteran who was very powerful more than ten years ago..."
Atobe still didn't say who it was, but he felt that most people could guess it.
"No need to guess. It should be some uncle who came to see him. Let's eat cake and call him later."
Xiangri Yueren waved his hand and gave up guessing. If he really wanted to know the answer, he could just call directly. It was too tiring to guess like this.
Anyway, Xingyan will be fine. I'll send him a message after I finish eating the cake...
Forget it, I’ll just post it now.
.........
"Uncle Nanjiro, eat more fruits to avoid getting angry."
Xingyan asked the driver to take him to Echizen's house. After getting off the car, he rang the doorbell, then took the fruit handed to him by the driver and walked in after opening the door.
He handed the fruit gift box to Nanjiro Echizen, and looked at the magazine that had not been closed on the chair next to him. He could still see some pictures of what looked like beauties in swimsuits.
"The young man has a heart..."
Echizen Nanjiro took the fruit and put it aside. When he saw Xingyan seemed to have glanced at the magazine, he jumped over and put the magazine away.
Although he himself likes to watch it, it is still somewhat inappropriate if this kind of thing is seen by a teenager.
"Uncle Nanjiro, I brought a tennis racket with me. I'll trouble you to give me some advice later."
Xingyan looked at Nanjiro Echizen who was about to sit back in his chair, and had to remind him that he came here to play tennis.
If he doesn't need to change his clothes, then he can hurry up and walk onto the tennis court.
"You are so impatient, young man. I am an old man... Never mind. I won't bother with you. Just follow me."
Echizen Nanjiro wanted to tease the boy's impatience, but after seeing Xingyan's serious eyes, he suddenly felt warm in his heart.
How many years.
He hadn't seen this kind of look in many years.
He chose to retire that year, one reason was because Ryoma was born, and the other reason was that he could not see the true love for tennis among professional tennis players.
"Uncle Nanjiro, is this wall okay? If it's broken, do you want me to repair it?"
Then he walked into the temple, and next to the bell, Xingyan saw a simple tennis court.
Shaking the racket in his hand, Xingyan always felt that after this game, this temple might change its appearance.
"Boy, I remember they reported that you were the most gentle tennis player. Could it be that in just over a year, you have changed your style?"
Echizen Nanjiro glanced around. The space in this place was indeed limited, but he felt that this kid's control should not be bad.
It’s hard to say whether others have noticed it or not, but he is very clear that the loss of some players is definitely related to this kid.
If he didn't have that ability, and just followed the reporters' speculation, this kid would never have been able to get out.
"It's different. I can completely control the tennis with those people, but I don't think I will have a chance to control the game in front of Uncle Nanjiro."
Xingyan took out a tennis ball from her bag and walked to the serving line.
Looking at the lazy Nanjiro Echizen, he said bluntly that he had no intention of holding back from the beginning.
"Then leave it to me. Although my friend may not mind retaking the course, I am a lazy person..."
Echizen Nanjiro smiled and shook his shoulders, then walked to the other side of the net and stood there. He was confident that he could control the situation as Xingyan mentioned.
Although this boy plays tennis very well, he is still a teenager after all.
Bang!
Everyone was in position. Xingyan bent his knees and leaned back, and the tennis ball thrown from his fingertips collided with the racket.
A standard outspin serve over the net.
Bang!
Swing the racket to catch the ball that bounces off the ground and hit it back.
"Oh, you're really good, you're so good at serving with an outside spin, and that little bastard Long Ya didn't even tell me."
Echizen Nanjiro looked at the familiar outspin serve and wondered how this guy did it.
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