A sunny day.

Qingchun Qianshi was very confused. It was a rare vacation, but she was invited to school by her coach.

"But forget it, since I'm the coach, he probably has to do some special training. After all, he specifically asked me to bring my racket."

The most important thing is that school starts tomorrow.

There was a relaxed smile on his face and a confident look in his eyes, as if he didn't take any difficulties into consideration.

"Oh, are you here already, Qianshi?"

At this time, an old man's voice sounded gentle but energetic.

"Ah, hello, coach."

He squinted his eyes and always had a kind smile on his face. His age in his seventies made him slightly stooped.

This is the coach of Yamabuki Middle School, Mikiya Banda, known as Mr. Banye.

Sengoku Seijun was also very familiar with this coach whom he had known for two years. What Sengoku Seijun was curious about was the young man following Coach Banda.

Just like Coach Bantian, he has squinting eyes, black hair, and a smile on his face that reminds people of the first ray of sunshine in the morning.

"Who is this?"

"My grandson, Souji Hata."

Mr. Hatada said hello politely.

"Hello, Senshi-senpai."

"Ah, the coach's grandson, hello, hello."

Sengoku greeted him innocently and generously, but his eyes did quickly look at Hata Souji.

Tennis racket, sportswear, coach...

"It's a merciless request, Qianshi."

Ban Lao said with a smile: "Can you and my grandson, Souji, be invited to play a game of tennis?"

Qianshi Qingchun raised his eyebrows.

"Play tennis?"

Looking at the smiling grandfather and grandson in front of him, for some reason, Qianshi Qingchun always felt as if he had gotten into some trouble, or in other words, was being targeted by something terrible.

but......

"Of course."

I am pure Sengoku, how can I lose in tennis?

Seeing that Sengoku Seijun agreed, Soji Hata smiled and said: "Then please give me some advice, senior."

Sengoku Seijun looked at the squinting Souji Hatada and thought to himself: I always feel that this is not a simple character.

"Then, let me be the referee."

After both sides took their respective positions, Sengoku Kiyoshi successfully won the right to serve by turning his racket, but he gave up.

"Well, you serve first. I feel like the venue here is luckier for me."

Hata Souji was not polite and took over the right to serve.

Sengoku Seijun stood on the bottom line and looked at Souji Hata on the opposite side seriously.

I don't know why, but Souji Hata gave him an unfathomable feeling.

Not simple, this guy must not be simple.

"Da~"

"Da~"

"Da~"

"Snapped!"

Hata Souji gently bounced the tennis ball on the ground and then held it.

"Then senior, I want to serve."

"Oh, just send it over."

Hearing Sengoku Qingchun's words, the corners of Bantian Souji's lips that seemed to have always been smiling rose a little higher.

"Whoosh!"

The tennis ball was thrown into the sky by Souji Hatada.

Bending his knees and bending over, at an angle that was invisible to Qianshi Qingshun, Bantian Souji's narrowed eyes quietly opened, and a flash of light appeared.

This is the way of heaven.

Everything is moving!

"Bang."

"boom!"

Like a meteorite falling, the tennis ball blasted towards Qianshi Qingchun with an indescribable momentum.

Qianshi Qingchun's eyes widened in horror, her pupils shrank into needle-point shapes, and her face was horrified.

He couldn't believe that the huge meteorite falling from the sky was a tennis ball.

The strong sense of oppression made him unable to even move. He could only watch the tennis ball, no, the meteorite with magnificent fire flying towards him.

"boom!!!!!"

As if he had been petrified, Qianshi stood there with dull eyes.

“Hmm!!!!!”

At this time, there was a crisp cracking sound behind him.

Turning his head stiffly, he suddenly discovered that a big hole had been blasted out of the barbed wire fence behind him. It was really a big hole, about two or three meters in diameter.

"Gulu~"

Qianshi Qingchun swallowed dryly at a loss.

"Oops, it seems I accidentally used a little too much force."

Sengoku Seijun turned her head suddenly and found Souji Hata looking at her with a smile.

"Senior Qianshi, please be careful."

The gentle reminder did have another meaning in Qianshi's pure ears.

Senior Qianshi, be careful, don't die!

"Gulu~"

Qianshi Qingchun swallowed dryly again, wondering if it was too late for him to escape now.

"15-0."

At this time, Banlao's gentle voice sounded. Qianshi Qingchun turned his head and found that Banlao was looking at him with a smile.

"Qianshi, come on!"

Qianshi Qingchun laughed dryly.

It looks like it won't work anymore.

"Then senior, I will continue!"

Hata Souji said softly, and at the same time threw the tennis ball into the air again!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The four clean serves are no longer as ridiculously powerful as the first one, but the speed is still around 195.

At this speed, even Sengoku Kiyoshi, who has excellent dynamic vision, would not be able to catch it if he saw it.

"Game, Souji Hatada, 1-0."

After Banlao announced the score, he looked at Qianshi Qingchun with a smile.

"Come on, Qianshi."

At this time, Qianshi Qingchun no longer had any extra attention to pay attention to the old man.

At this time, he was holding the tennis ball in his hand with a serious face and staring closely at Banada Souji opposite him. His serve was very fast and terrifying. Even if it was an ordinary serve, I couldn't react. Banlao's grandson was really

Horrible.

"Breathe, breathe~"
To be continued...