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Chapter 11 Ready to go article

Yuki Satoru looked at the photos on the desktop and fell into deep thought.

These photos document the numerous negative messages associated with the Fudomine Tennis Club.

Coach Yokoyama corporally punishes students, senior members bully junior members, the tennis club's training is messy, and the results in competitions are poor.

And so on.

He took these photos on weekdays just to collect enough dirty information about the Fudomine Tennis Club.

Or maybe finding the mistakes Yokoyama made that could get him out of the tennis club.

In a bloodless way, the school's top management and even forces from outside the school can intervene in the tennis club, thereby achieving the purpose of reforming the tennis club.

But as of now, although Yuuki Satoru has taken many photos, most of them are about conflicts between students.

Even if it is exposed, it will only bring some minor trouble to Hengshan. At most, it will be a reflection on his poor discipline.

After all, the current situation in Japan at this time is such that the eldest brother does not talk about the second brother.

Even if it is Qingxue, who is the protagonist's school, how good can it be?
  Tezuka was injured in the elbow with a racket just because he beat a senior on the team; when Ryoma Echizen first joined the Seigaku Tennis Club, second-year Arai played a welcome game to blackmail the new students.

How is what they do different from bullying? But is anyone punished for this?
  No, they can still stay in the tennis club normally until graduation.

Even if these dark histories are uncovered one day, it will only affect them, not the coaches of the tennis club.

The same is true for Fudo Peak.

Hengshan's corporal punishment of students is seen by the outside world as a result of too harsh educational methods; bullying incidents among club members are just fun among classmates; as for poor performance, how can there not be a bad school?
  That's why Yuki Satoru has not spread the dirty information in his hands.

He had been quietly waiting for the opportunity to come, secretly collecting evidence, and finally gave a fatal blow to completely remove Hengshan from power.

Otherwise, if you hit the snake, you will not die, but you will suffer harm from it.

But now it seems that there is no need to wait any longer, the best time has arrived!

The Japanese team failed at the U17 Tennis World Championships. This incident will inevitably bring about a storm of discussion about tennis.

For Yuuki Satoru, this will also be an excellent opportunity for him to overthrow the Fudomine Tennis Club.

So he looked through the photos carefully and pondered for a long time before writing.

"Title: Dig Deeper! The fundamental reason why Japanese tennis cannot break into the world!"

The bedroom light stayed on all night.

Yuki Satoru stayed up all night, using various arguments to demonstrate, trying to attribute the reason for Japan's tennis failure to coaches like Yokoyama.

But no matter how he wrote it, it always felt like it was missing a breath and was almost meaningless.

"It's a pity that I didn't study journalism in my previous life." Yuki Satoru scratched his head and said in distress.

Boom boom boom!
  At four or five in the morning, the streets outside were still dark.

Yuki Satoru knocked gently on the study door.

"Come in." A mature middle-aged man's voice came from inside the house.

He opened the door, and the lights in the room were bright. Yuki Kirito was immersed in the desk, with a pile of manuscripts piled beside him. He had obviously not slept all night.

"Is there a problem?"

Kirito Yuki put down his black pen and reached out to pinch his eyebrows.

When he turned to look at Yuuki Satoru, he could still clearly see red blood streaks in his eyes.

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Seeing Yuuki Kirito's tired look, Yuuki Satoru hesitated for a moment, hesitating in his heart whether to ask his father to help him revise the manuscript.

But thinking of the previous conversation at the dinner table, he still handed over the letter in his hand.

"There is an article that I would like your help to read. I hope you can give me some advice."

Kirito Yuuki didn't take it immediately. He looked at the time and saw that it was almost five o'clock.

In the U17 Tennis World Championships, the Japanese team lost so suddenly. When the news first came back to Japan, the entire Tennis Monthly magazine exploded.

You must know that the reports of Tennis Monthly have always been news with positive topics, aiming to encourage the domestic people to participate in tennis and add fresh blood to the tennis world.

So on weekdays, they will screen the news to be reported, so as to report good news and not bad news. But there is definitely no way around such a big event that the Japanese team failed to qualify for the group stage.

Otherwise, even the credibility of Tennis Monthly will be affected.

But...how should I write such news? ! !
  What a headache.

The only way the newspaper can think of now is to work on the reported articles to minimize the impact of the defeat in this game.

As the editor-in-chief, Yuuki Kirito stayed up all night, reviewing the articles submitted in his hands, but he has not yet been able to read a satisfactory article, which makes him physically and mentally exhausted.

‘Forget it, let’s help Xiao Wu take a look first and change his mind. ’

"Did you write this?"

He took the letter and asked with interest.

Yuuki Satoru nodded.

"Oh? Then let me see how you write."

A smile appeared on Kirito Yuki's face, "I miss you so much!"

But when he saw the title at the beginning, he was slightly stunned.

‘Tennis again? ’

But I didn’t think much about it and continued reading.

Just looking at it, Kirito Yuuki's expression became serious, and he slowly sat upright. He habitually picked up a pen in his right hand to make notes on the paper.

After a long time.

He put down the pen in his hand, exhaled a long breath, looked at Yuki Satoru solemnly and asked: "Is this what you said before to rely on to change Fudomine?"

"Yes, I want to use the incident of this world championship to let the public know the situation of Fudomine Tennis Club."

Yuuki Satoru directly stated the purpose in his heart.

After hearing his son's thoughts with his own ears, Yuki Kirito's eyes couldn't help but become a little complicated.

When he was the age of Yuuki Satoru, he still regretted that he was too shy to confess to the female classmate in the next class that he liked.

And his son is already thinking about guiding public opinion to achieve his own goals. Are all junior high school students today so good?

"Is there something wrong with the article?" Seeing the change in his father's expression, Yuki Satoru asked quickly.

"Cough cough!"

Yuki Kirito coughed twice and returned to his serious appearance.

"There is nothing wrong with your starting point, but if you only rely on this version, I think it will be difficult to achieve your goal."

"Dad, tell me."

"If your target is only Coach Yokoyama of Fudomine, then your attack surface will be too wide."

Yuki Kirito paused and pointed to the passage in the article that criticized tennis coaches.

“Hengshan only represents the type of people in Hengshan, and the tennis coach is a tennis coach, and the two cannot be confused.

Otherwise, when you criticize Hengshan, unnecessary force will appear to defend him. This is one of them. "

"The second point is that the arguments lack strength."

After Yuuki Kirito finished speaking, he took a big sip of coffee to boost his spirits, his eyes shone, and he became obviously excited.

This article gave him a good direction.

Maybe it can help get rid of a group of bad apples in the Chinese tennis world without hurting the goodwill.

So he looked at the thoughtful Yuuki Satoru and said.

"Xiao Wu, actually dad can help with this matter."

　Sorry for posting this chapter late, I was actually a little afraid of writing the dialogue between Yuuki Satoru and Yuki Kirito.

　　It’s probably because I haven’t had much communication with my parents since I was a child, so whenever I write about a conversation between father and son, I have to rack my brains to imagine that scene.

　　
  　
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