"Boy, what qualifications do you have to shut us up?" After being stunned for a while, those people finally came to their senses.
"The main candidate is also a human being, and as soon as you heard the main selection, you were so scared. What's that? Weak!" I continued to push up my glasses and glanced around me coolly. My eyes became more and more indifferent, with a hint of indifference.
Cold chill.
"What did you say? Brat?" The people around the stadium were immediately furious. They wanted to rush in and beat up the brat who was talking, especially Hirano. His hands were tightly grasping the ground, and his bloodshot eyes were slowly falling.
seep into the ground.
"You're looking for death!" Hirano stood up and hit me with a strong serve.
"Be careful!" Chotaro was anxious. This ball contained great anger, and there was also a power gap caused by the age gap. Even he himself was not sure about catching it. It seemed that Hirano still had some strength.
But it's too arrogant.
I reached out and grabbed the racket from Chotaro's hand, and then blocked it in front of me. The ball hit the racket hard and went down. The ball slowly beat on my racket. I turned the racket around and used
Hitting the ball with the edge of the racket requires not only skills, but also control of the tennis ball.
‘Bang’, ‘bang’, ‘bang’… one after another, it was obviously hit from the racket in my hand, but it seemed to hit the hearts of those people. With such strong ball control, could it be a rookie?
"If you don't have any strength, don't be so arrogant!" I threw up the ball, leaned forward, and broke through with a serve. With the roar of the wind and the combination of strength, it was a super serve with no shortcomings.
, even with a terrifying murderous intent.
'Bang' A terrible heavy ball hit Hirano's chest. "You..." Hirano didn't react at all and fell to the ground. Bloodshot flowing down the corner of his mouth. He fell to the ground and fainted.
"Madamadadane." I handed the racket to Houchotaro, then I uttered the words that arrogant people love to say, turned around, and left gracefully.
"Senior, wait for me!" Feng looked at that powerful ball and was dumbfounded. He could catch such a powerful ball and hit back such a powerful ball. This young man is definitely a master.
"What's the matter?" I frowned, why did this child follow me? It was really troublesome.
"Senior, why do you play violent tennis? And you hit Hirano's body? That's not good, Senior!" As the conscience of Hyōtei, Hochotaro is definitely a good person on the same level as Oishi, and can definitely make people
Hearing it drives one crazy and suicidal.
"Get used to it." I straightened my bangs and then pushed up my glasses. Sure enough, doing my bangs and glasses together made me feel at least not bored. Although it was troublesome, the world was troublesome and there was nothing I could do about it.
"Senior, playing tennis is not about hitting people, so it is wrong to use violence." Houchotaro still seemed to be nagging.
"I will be 14 years old at the end of this year." I am very lazy, but I don't want to be called a senior by someone who looks older than me. Although my real age can be regarded as his senior, at least my current age is not.
"Um... you are the same age as me? But you are so powerful!" Feng Gou's eyes flashed with admiration and secret determination. He must work hard, even if he cannot become as strong as the minister and this boy, but
At least it can't be too different.
Awesome? There is still ice in my eyes that has not melted for thousands of years. No one in this world can be absolutely awesome. There are people outside the world, and there is a world outside the world. I used to not understand this, so I came here.
"Thank you very much for today, otherwise I would definitely be miserable." Thinking of the cannibalistic looks in the street tennis courts, Hochotaro felt terrible. Those people were even more fierce than the minister.
"As a reward, you can accompany me to visit schools in Tokyo when you have time." Thinking of what I am looking for, I want to hit the wall. If I had known, I would have let the piercing director choose the school by himself. Why should I agree to this?
I'm the only one looking for trouble. I don't know many people in Japan except Ryoma. Maybe I think Feng is more familiar with me. That brat Ryoma drags me to death, and he has learned almost all the essence of me.
Feng was stunned for a moment, then nodded immediately, "No problem."
[Sorry, the update is late because of something else today.]