"This year's youth tennis tournament..."
On the third day after school started, this year's Tokyo Youth Tennis Tournament officially kicked off. The host gave an enthusiastic promotional speech about how youth tennis is for health and the future.
Xing Yan, who was sitting in the contestant area, was very well-behaved and stood out among the young contestants.
Most of the people who come to participate in the under 12 group are between ten and twelve years old.
Suddenly a 7-year-old showed up, which made some people think that the toddler group had gone to the wrong venue, although there is actually no such thing as a toddler group here. After all, children who are too young cannot play in the competition, which is the general perception of normal people.
Even Xing Yan himself knew that it was a bit excessive to show up at this time, but for the sake of the mission, he had no choice but to continue to make his presence felt here.
"Little brother, which group are you in? Isn't it too hasty for your family to sign you up at such a young age?"
A pink-haired boy who looked to be over ten years old came over, ruffled Xingyan's hair with his hand, and greeted him carefully.
"Group 3. Are you also in Group 3?"
Xingyan raised his head and answered his question, looking at the first contestant who came to talk to him, somewhat curious about this person's purpose.
...
...
He had been stared at since he got here, which was no longer strange, but everyone was keeping their distance from him.
"I'm in Group 1. If possible, I look forward to seeing you in the finals!"
The pink-haired boy tilted his head and smiled. He seemed to be very interested in Xingyan's slightly hard hair. He rubbed it a few more times before turning and leaving.
The competition is divided into four groups. After the group stage, there will be the semi-finals, with group one versus group two and group three versus group four.
Will we meet in the final?
This person seems to be a pretty good tennis player, but unfortunately his age doesn't match and he is not a character in the plot.
"The second match of group three, Kawakawa Rei vs. Uchiha Xingyan, players please come on stage!"
The referee took the list and called out the match list for the third group.
In fact, in order to participate in the competition here, you need a recommender and some preliminary qualifying procedures.
Xingyan originally wanted to participate in the preliminaries, but then Uncle Saito, who received the news, gave him a gift.
As a very authoritative coach in the tennis industry, Saito recommended Xingyan, so naturally he came here directly.
In response to this, Uncle Saito, who has long straight black hair and is super tall, went to the Sakaki family the day before yesterday to show off to Xingyan how much he cares about his little nephew.
At that time, Xingyan said thank you, but he was complaining in his heart that this guy's unconventional operation caused him to have many games deducted.
After finally getting into the competition, he thought he could get a better score, but who knew he would become a relative...
His amount of competition!
When can I brush it up!
In the past few years, every time he woke up and looked in the mirror, he always wished that the Sharingan would come back soon.
"positive and negative?"
The eleven-year-old Kawakawa Zero was an ordinary boy with a bowl-cut haircut. Looking at the little boy Xing Yan opposite him, he patted his head awkwardly, and then began to enter the game process.
"just."
Xing Yan was quite satisfied with this kind of opponent. At least he was not like some of the ones he had met in the tennis club before. Some of them would talk a lot of nonsense before playing tennis, and some would even express their love for his cute appearance...
"It seems that I am lucky. Little brother, don't get beaten and cry later!"
Kawakawa Ling always felt that after this fight, no matter whether he won or lost, he would be laughed at by his classmates, but he had no choice but to fight.
When he saw that he had actually got the serve, he could only try to be kind, for he was really afraid of making the kid on the other side cry.
But the idea was good. When he served the ball to the corner, Xingyan suddenly moved and caught it, and returned a beautiful high-speed ball. Kawakawa Zero's mind went blank for a moment.
"0-15!"
The referee announced the score.
"Kid, that was a mistake just now, you won't do it again next time!"
Kawakawa Zero didn't expect that he would lose points just because of a moment of distraction. His face turned red with embarrassment, but he didn't say anything angrily.
Xingyan thought this was normal. After all, he was not Ryoma Echizen, so he would not be provoked wherever he went.
Bang!
Another serve was hit to the corner. Xing Yan, who was standing in the baseline area, moved as the ball flew up, but his small figure moved not slowly at all.
Bang!
The tennis ball bounced off the ground and was hit by the racket, and a high ball was hit back.
"Little devil, you are really fast!"
Watching the ball fly over his head, Kawakawa Zero turned around to chase it, while at the same time not forgetting to sigh about Xingyan's speed.
He really couldn't understand how such a young child could do it.
Bang!
Bang!
The high ball was hit back, and Xingyanren was already in front of the net. He shook his arm slightly, and the racket sent the flying tennis ball to the opponent's court.
A short ball that bounced to the side several times after landing.
Kawakawa Zero, who was still in the baseline area, was stunned. He had never expected to be hit back in this way.
"Uchiha Xingyan scores, the score is 0-30!"
The referee doesn't care about the contestants' mood, his job is to determine the score.
"Uchiha Xingyan scores, the score is 0-40!"
"Uchiha Xingyan scored and won the game..."
The referee's voice was very calm. Kawakawa Zero on the field stared at Xingyan for a few more seconds when the venue was changed, but in the end he said nothing.
Next, it was Xingyan's turn to serve. He started with an outward spin serve and the opponent couldn't even receive four consecutive serves.
After winning another game, the expressions of the surrounding players and spectators were refreshed little by little, from curiosity to shock, and then gradually to numbness.
Are kids awesome?
Yes, that's right!
But so what, it's just a game.
Some people were even discussing whether Kawakawa Zero was too weak, but such discussions did not last long. When Xingyan won two games in a row in the morning and won three groups in the afternoon, no one could say that it was Kawakawa Zero's problem anymore.
The dramatic development of a 7-year-old boy reaching the semi-finals in the 12-year-old youth group successfully attracted the attention of some reporters.
When Xingyan was about to go home in the evening, he was blocked by reporters before he even left the park where the competition was held.
"Uchiha Xingyan, I'm Inoue Mamoru, a reporter for Tennis Monthly. Can I ask you a few questions? When did you start playing tennis..."
In the plot, Mr. Mamoru Inoue, who is a stadium commentator and part-time reporter, appeared in front of Xingyan at this time and showed him his press card in a serious manner.
Then, Inoue Mamoru showed a standard kind smile, but Xingyan felt that this guy now had a weird look in his eyes, a bit like a bad guy trying to kidnap a child on the street.
"Mr. Reporter, you can't just casually interview children. Even if you want to know something, I suggest you talk to his parents before reporting!"
A white-haired boy approached from behind Xingyan, reached out and pulled the seemingly frightened child behind him, and stood in front of the reporters.
"Hello, I'm not a bad person, this is my work ID..."
When Inoue Mamoru was stared at by the white-haired boy, he felt inexplicably pressured.
But he really needed to interview this young boy.
He is currently at a critical juncture in his career and if he can produce an outstanding report, he will be able to make further progress in the second half of the year.
"Don't be afraid, little one. This uncle seems to be a real reporter. However, even if he is a reporter, you can't tell him too much. Have your parents come to pick you up? Or call home."
The white-haired boy turned around, squatted down, touched Xingyan's little head, and urged him to find his parents quickly.
This child looks very well behaved at first glance, and I am really afraid that he might be deceived by others. If I encounter such a child, I will definitely not ignore him.
But he has an appointment with his classmates to make up for the lesson tonight, and he doesn’t know if he can make it in time!
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