Wang Wangzhi starts from Sharingan

Chapter 17 Tennis Professional Monthly Mamoru Inoue

Run ten laps around the tennis court.

For the magical body in the world of Net King.

Can it also be said to be a different kind of warm-up?

soon.

A total of 24 figures from three grades ran out of the tennis court one after another and began the ten-lap 'dessert' task.

As for Kitagawa Sora.

Because of the special nature of today, he had to conduct data testing in person.

Therefore.

Kitagawa Sora did not join the crowd, but stood on the sidelines with Makakureiko.

While teaching this smart coaching assistant, he recorded some things in several notebooks.

As for everyone in the tennis club.

Under Sora Beichuan's sight, his mood was aroused.

They all use various ways to show themselves.

Trying to get himself into Kitagawa Sora's sight.

"Brothers, go."

"I want to run first."

"Hahahaha, I want to be number one, Sugiyama, you are still far away. Number one is Sakamoto Kuma."

brush!
Big words abound.

In the eyes of everyone.

A muscular man with a cute kitten tattooed on his arm struggled to mobilize his 1.9-meter-long body and rushed to the front of the team, rolling up smoke all the way.

It was Kumata Sakamoto, third grader, a 'former' candidate for the Seigaku Tennis Club.

And watching the two people in the third grade start to compete.

The four sophomores are not far behind.

After looking at each other, they all started to speed up.

soon.

A whole team turned into a long dragon, which was gradually divided into sections.

obviously.

The ups and downs are already divided.

The first graders who were left behind looked at the seniors who were getting farther and farther ahead, with complex expressions in their eyes.

original.

In yesterday's time.

Seeing those seniors in such a state of embarrassment in front of Kitagawa Sora, with no ability to fight back, they thought that the seniors' strength was just like that.

Isn’t it just zero seal?
Isn't it just that you can't catch a ball?
I can do it too.

however.

Only now did they understand that it wasn't that the seniors couldn't do it, but that Beichuan Kong was too strong.

of course.

They are different now.

After Beichuan Kong gave them a chance to compete fairly.

In the current first grade, that fighting spirit has been ignited.

"We can become stronger too!"

"Can not give up."

"I don't want to be a salty fish, come on!"

"This opportunity must be seized!"

this moment.

The first-year students began to encourage themselves.

And the next moment.

When their eyes looked again.

They saw a scene that ignited their hearts again.

brush!brush!
The wind howled.

The two figures that were still mixed with them increased their speed again.

Then, under their astonished gaze, they joined hands and chased the second and third grade seniors in front.

"Ah, that is."

"Tezuka-san and Fuji-san, they are so fast!!!"

"The two of them can actually keep up with the seniors!!!"

"Amazing."

Looking at Tezuka and Fuji who had gradually shortened the distance, the first graders were stunned.

As if.

Did you agree to work hard together to become stronger?
What about trying to counterattack together?

Are you actually the boss?
however.

The shock and confusion are not over yet.

Quietly observing Tezuka and Fuji who were walking side by side in front of them, Inui Sadaharu was running at a regular pace and breathing.

But he smiled proudly.

The conjecture in my mind was confirmed correctly.

"As expected, Tezuka-san and Fuji-san are also very strong." "Well, since the data has been collected, let's keep up."

"We can't fall behind."

As she muttered in her heart, she did not forget to stretch out her hand to hold her black-rimmed glasses.

immediately.

This data man who has been silent for the past few days.

Finally a change was made.

brush!
Another strong wind blew up, and Inui Sadaharu suddenly accelerated his speed, heading straight for Tezuka and Fuji.

"Wow, you three are so fast. Look at me, Kikumaru, speed up!"

brush!
"Eiji, wait for me."

brush!
"Let it burn!"

brush!
Watching the four little ones of Kikumaru and Oishi speeding away one after another.

The remaining first-year students were completely confused.

And this time.

Kitagawa Sora and Makoto Reiko, who were standing nearby and watching the situation, also noticed the movements of the six little ones.

Looking at Tezuka and others who have already blended into the senior group.

Makakureiko said in surprise.

"Hey, coach, look."

"Those first graders can keep up with the rhythm of the second and third grades."

The title 'coach' was initiated by Makoto Reiko on her own initiative.

According to her, working status should look like working status.

In normal times, I can continue to address him as 'Kitagawa-kun'.

In this regard.

Kitagawa Sora was once again satisfied.

And looked along the finger of Makakureiko.

Beichuan Kong nodded slightly.

"They are quite good."

First, an endorsement.

Immediately, Kitagawa Sora was waving the pen tip, writing and drawing on the notebook in his hand, while teaching Makoto Reiko.

"So, at this time, you need to write down what you see."

"This is also the purpose and significance of today's thorough training."

"Also, don't just focus on a narrow space."

"Look over there."

talking.

Kitagawa Sora glanced at the first-year students.

"Qianfei and Sawaki are calm and composed. They always run at their own pace and are affected by other factors."

"This means that their character deserves attention."

Accompanied by Kitagawa Sora's voice.

Makaku Reiko also noticed the two first graders that Kitagawa Sora proposed as a case.

His expression became enlightened.

While nodding in agreement, he couldn't help but look at Kitagawa Sora, who had been distracted beside him.

Secretly in my heart.

"turn out to be."

"Kitagawa-kun is not just strong."

"He is also serious about being a coach."

Subsequently.

Time passed quietly.

Outside the tennis court, a long queue has formed.

24 members of the tennis club were running hard.

next to the runway.

Bei Chuankong's eyes were focused, he entered a serious state, and kept recording in his notebook.

From time to time, he also teaches Makkaku Reiko on-demand.

The training camp of the tennis department is on the right track.

however.

at this time.

An 'uninvited guest' had already arrived at Youth Academy and appeared at the corner outside the tennis court.

A middle-aged reporter in his 40s wearing a beige shirt, short chestnut hair, a red tie, and carrying a briefcase and a camera.

Ta-ta~~~
The sound of approaching footsteps.

It did not affect Kitagawa Sora.

until
"Hello, I'm Mamoru Inoue, a reporter from Tennis Professional Monthly."

"I came here today because I heard that a lot of things happened in the Tennis Club of Youth Academy. I came here to find out the specific situation."

"If it's convenient, can I do a simple interview?"

(End of this chapter)