Amuro, Kite and others submitted their application for membership together and soon became a member of Higa Junior High School Tennis Club.
Mu Shu was a little surprised at how easy it was to join the company.
There is no assessment, you can join as long as you submit the application.
"Okay! Next, the second and third graders will start to warm up, and the first graders will be preparing to pick up the ball!"
Harumi Saotome, who was sitting next to her, stretched out and shouted weakly.
In his opinion, the club's new year welcome event couldn't be more boring.
"yes!"
The second and third grade students all responded, and many had inexplicable smiles on their faces.
Now it's time for the seniors to teach the juniors a lesson.
Amuro, Kite and others who had just arrived were standing on the sidelines like the other first-year students. They both wanted to see what the standard of Higa Junior High School was like now.
But unlike Kite, Amuro doesn't have high hopes for these second and third grade students.
Because he has already inquired, no school in the entire Okinawa region has been able to advance out of the Kyushu regional competition for more than 20 years.
In the Kyushu region, Okinawa schools are basically synonymous with fish belly.
Soon, Amuro verified what he had in mind.
These second- and third-year players from Higa Junior High School don't talk about their abilities, but their attitude is also a problem.
Based on the sloppy warm-up efficiency of these people, Amuro really wants to know how the tennis club of Higa Junior High School has managed to avoid being banned in these years.
Mu Shou frowned on the side, this was not the same as the tennis club he imagined.
Are these second and third graders playing some kind of house drinking game?
Bang!
I don’t know if it was intentional or just the level, but a guy wearing an official player jacket actually made a mistake and knocked the ball out of the court.
"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you hurry up and help me get the ball back? You're so fat, why don't you do more exercise?"
This official member with a ruffian look said angrily to Tian Renzhi Huiyi.
Tian Renzhi hated it when others talked about his weight, so he was ready to have an attack immediately.
Kai quickly grabbed him. They couldn't act rashly until Amuro and Mude spoke.
"snort!"
In the end, Tian Hitoshi went to pick up the ball. He knew that he could not ruin Mutte and Amuro's plan just because of his impatience.
However, he secretly swore in his heart that if there was a chance, he would definitely let this guy have a taste of his power.
"Hahaha!"
"It's my turn next!"
"Hurry up, I can't wait to teach these new students a lesson!"
After seeing Tian Renzhi's devouring gaze, the regular team members and the second and third grade students couldn't help laughing.
They all came here like this before, so now they want to give it back to these new students.
Bad habits are passed down from generation to generation, and if you don't think about changes, you will only perish.
...
As the sun sets, red glow dominates the sky.
Only the busy first graders remained in Higa Junior High School's tennis club.
They also have to clean up the messy place left by the second and third grade students.
"Amuro..."
The wooden hand that locked the stadium door hesitated to speak, and the original good mood had already been exhausted.
He didn't expect that the tennis club of such a famous private school as Higa Junior High School would be like this.
"Hush! I'll treat you to a good show tomorrow."
Amuro signaled to Mutte and others to be calm, as he had already anticipated the current situation at Higa Junior High School.
"??"
Mu Shu and others couldn't help but trembled after looking at An Shijin's mysterious smile.
Every time someone sees this smile, someone will be unlucky.
But this time it won’t be me!
Under the coaching of Harumi Saotome, Amuro didn't think that these second and third grade students at Higa Junior High School were of great use, and today's meeting turned out to be exactly what he expected.
Although Harumi Saotome is indeed dominant in the tennis club of Higa Junior High School, she is nothing in Higa Junior High School, a famous private school in Okinawa.
After all, sports performance speaks for itself. Judging from the past results of the Higa Junior High School Tennis Club, they are not at the top of the class among the many clubs in the school.
If it weren't for the fact that the world is paying so much attention to the sport of tennis, perhaps Bijia Junior High School would have stopped funding the tennis club long ago.
...
The next day.
From the next day, Amuro and others officially entered their first year of junior high school.
The cultural courses that started in the morning were nothing to Amuro, and his grades had always been excellent.
2pm.
After a day of cultural classes, it was time for daily club activities.
The crowds of people pouring out of the classroom were diverted towards the clubs they belonged to, and Amuro, Kite and others, who carried their tennis bags, also began to walk towards the court where the tennis club was located.
The atmosphere along the way seemed a bit solemn, and Kai and others could not forget the unpleasantness of yesterday.
They were young and angry, and they had never been so angry before, not to mention that they were not good people.
Before they were recruited by Amuro and Kite, they were all thorns.
"What are you guys still dawdling about? Why don't you come over quickly and get the things ready for me!"
The second and third graders saw Amuro and others from a long way away, and they gave orders without hesitation.
The second and third graders were very impressed by Amuro and others. As soon as Amuro and others entered the tennis club, they started to cling together, and they looked very stinky.
Their favorite thing every year when welcoming new students is to teach these self-righteous brats a lesson.
Bang!
Then, after Kai and others placed the tennis basket that they had sorted yesterday, a regular player deliberately kicked it.
Suddenly mustard-yellow balls rolled down all over the floor.
"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you pack it up quickly?"
The main candidates looked at Amuro and others jokingly, and many second- and third-year students even laughed.
Harumi Saotome on the side saw this scene and instead of stopping her, she smiled.
"Huh...that sucks."
An Shijin shook his head helplessly.
"You little brat! What are you talking about!"
"I would like to advise you, young people should not be too arrogant!"
As soon as Amuro made this statement, all the main candidates, second and third grade students immediately refuted it.
It looked like they had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
"It seems that I have to let you remember it for a long time!"
The official player who kicked over the basket showed a cruel smile, rubbed his fists and walked towards An Shijin.
However, his plan was destined to fail, as the fist he waved was pinched in An Shijin's hand.
Kaka!
As An Shijin exerted his strength, you could even hear a bit of a heart-breaking sound.
"Ahhhh~~~"
The main candidate screamed in pain, and he felt as if his hand was about to be pinched off by An Shijin.
"Stop it! You little brat!"
"Let go of Muto! You don't know any dignity!"
A group of contestants from the main selection and second and third grade students immediately gathered around, and their clamoring looks showed that they had not received any beating from society.
"I advise you not to act rashly. We all have learned some Okinawan martial arts."
A cold light flashed across Mutou's lenses, he would not allow anyone to act wild in front of Amuro.