Wang Wangzhi starts from Sharingan

Chapter 41 Kitagawa Sora vs. Kikumaru Eiji
Night fell.

After Mamoru Inoue returned home.

He couldn't wait to start moving his hands.

I quickly turned on my computer and began to revise the previous report with the theme of 'Qingxue Revolution and Kitagawa Sky'.

Ok.

It has been written for three weeks.

Reports have also been rejected and not allowed to be published.

A thought here.

Inoue Mamoru was a little depressed.

With a 'click' sound, he threw away the pen, quickly took out his cell phone, and dialed out.

He wanted to 'theory' with his editor-in-chief again.

Why do you think the report I wrote is outrageous?
Where did you get the second grade?
Where is the exaggeration?
Where is it too much?
Where is it unrealistic?
They didn't even give me the 'wonderful' title that I finally came up with. It was simply too much! ! !
Then I thought about what I saw with my own eyes when I went to Qingxue today.

And those gains from the camera.

Inoue Mamoru was convinced.

Think again.

What I wrote is correct, and maybe even a little 'modest'.

I thought to myself: I must have a good show with the editor today and decide whether I win or lose, so that he can agree to publish this excellent report of mine.

"toot toot"

"Hey, Inoue, why are you calling here again at such a late hour?"

The phone just got connected.

Inoue Mamoru had so many rifts in his heart that he had not yet had time to express them.

A person came directly from the opposite side to take the lead.

The slightly helpless voice kept ringing.

"I've told you that the report you wrote is substandard and will never be published. It will damage the image of our magazine."

"You pester me like this every day, why are you so persistent?"

"Okay, don't try to convince me."

"I don't listen."

"I wouldn't agree either."

In front of the phone.

Inoue Mamoru opened his mouth and closed it again.

At this time.

The editor-in-chief took the initiative and gave Inoue Mamoru no chance.

He continued.

"Read your report yourself."

"Then what?" One man fought fiercely for several hours, swept through thousands of armies, and defeated the enemy with one enemy at dusk. The sky was dark and the earth was dark, and blood flowed into rivers. The halberd stood beside him, sitting on the supreme throne, like Gods and demons are coming again'."

"Are you supposed to be writing fantasy light novels here?"

"We are called 'Professional Tennis Monthly', not 'Kadokawa Light Library'."

"Also, that title you made."

"——[The demon who rules the abyss of hell!]"

"Your protagonist is just a junior high school student playing tennis. Do you think your title is appropriate? Isn't it outrageous?"

A series of words, a big outpouring.

Under the torrent, the editor on the other end of the phone seemed a little tired of 'theory'.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to question Inoue Mamoru, he stopped to take a breath.

And this time.

Inoue Mamoru, who finally spoke for the first time, quickly seized the opportunity.

Said firmly.

"I think it's appropriate, not outrageous at all, and even a little bit 'modest'."

"Coach Beichuan should be more than that."

"I changed the title to - [The Lord on the High Throne!], what do you think?"

Think again about what I saw today.

Inoue Mamoru thinks so with certainty.

And the editor-in-chief on the other end.

"Puff~puff~puff~~~"

"Inoue, you're going to piss me off and be a little more modest."

Something seemed to spray out.

After half an hour.

The editor-in-chief didn’t care anymore.

"Forget it, I won't tell you anymore."

"Besides, don't 'theory' with me again in the future."

"I've been transferred this afternoon."

"The matters in Tokyo have nothing to do with me anymore. You can have a good 'theory' with your new editor later."

"Hey hey hey~~~hahaha~~~"

Dududu~~~
immediately.

Just as the editor was relieved, a beep sounded.

Inoue Mamoru was confused for a while.

who am I?
Where am i?

What am I going to do?
Don't I have to argue with the editor-in-chief so that my excellent report can be published?
Why did it disappear after just two sentences?
And, it seems, it seems.
My editor-in-chief ran away?The kind that buys tickets overnight?

Immediately.

The air is quiet.

Dries up the silence.

The next day.

April [-]th.Tuesday afternoon.

The battle for the top four in the singles competition has officially begun.

Due to the small number of games, we did not choose to play games in multiple venues at the same time in this round.

Kitagawa Sora let all the members enter the No. [-] court.

Play as you go, prepare as you prepare, and watch as you watch.

Of course, if you want to pick up the ball, let the person who was eliminated yesterday do it.

Kitagawa Sora said: Reasonable distribution!

sidelines.

Inoue Mamoru, who was prepared and drove here in advance, was not in a hurry today.

Although he learned the sad news of the departure of his old friend and editor-in-chief last night, Inoue Mamoru quickly adjusted.

Put the focus on work.

In other words, it was placed on the Qingxue Tennis Club side.

I thought to myself: I must use this on-campus open competition to perfect my excellent report again.

Then there was a 'pop'.

Let the incoming new editor-in-chief surrender to this report.

Therefore.

"Pa-ta-pa-ta-pa-ta~"

Pressing the shutter button, the black camera in my hand kept clicking.

And the key goal.

Naturally, he was now standing in front of the net, spinning his racket, and Kikumaru guessed that Kitagawa was the first to go.

slap~
The racket fell to the ground.

The handle letters are facing up, front side.

Eiji Kikumaru was lucky and won the right to serve.

"Yeah~~~My luck looks very good today, Beichuan."

Immediately, the big chrysanthemum cat jumped up happily. Under the smile, its fangs were exposed, and the 'V' for victory was already displayed in its hand.

The lively atmosphere full of childishness also infects others.

Even Kitagawa Sora secretly smiled in relief.

"Eiji, luck alone can't beat me."

Greeted with a smile.

The two of them turned around and walked towards their corresponding areas.

The battle for the top four begins at this time.

The referee for the subsequent singles schedule will be Kato Enyu.

Therefore.

on the referee's bench.

Kato Enyu's command sounded directly.

"The school selection competition, the battle for the semi-finals, the first game."

"Kitagawa Sora VS Kikumaru Eiji, one set will determine the outcome."

"Eiji Kikumaru serves, the game is over."

"Game start."

Make up, keep silent.

People on the sidelines.

They all held their breath and stared at the field intently.

The members who have been eliminated are naturally ready to enjoy a good game.

Naturally, Tezuka, Fuji and others wanted to take a look at the abilities of Kitagawa Sora and Kikumaru, so that they could study and prepare for the next battle.

Of course, the target is more Sora Beichuan.

After all, everyone knows that this unfathomable man has never shown his full strength.

Therefore.

Our data doctor——Mr. Inui Sadaharu.

My mood became a little overwhelming.

He quickly took out his notebook and pen and prepared to collect Sora Kitagawa's data.

On the field.

Kikumaru's toes and heels cooperated back and forth, leaning forward and pulling back, adjusting his posture and finding the feeling.

The tennis ball in hand is moving back and forth.

Make a sound of 'bang~bang~bang~'.

immediately.

With a breeze blowing.

I saw a flash of light in Kikumaru's eyes.

The tennis ball in his hand was already thrown away.

The body jumps with it.

In the midst of the movement, he swung away the tennis racket tightly in his hand.

"Look at me."

"Super serve - Kikumaru rocket!"

boom!
A ray of lightning flickered.

In the yellow stream of light, the tennis ball flew rapidly towards the left half of the court where Kitagawa Sora was at a speed of about 182km/h.

After three weeks of hell training.

Eiji Kikumaru has officially entered the Kanto class.

Participate in!

ps: Thanks to the boss of 'Egg Fried Rice' for giving me a monthly pass.

(End of this chapter)