Net King: My Black Basket Template

Chapter 15 Tennis Club Recruitment (Part )
  Looking at Ping Minchun who was getting ready, a trace of disdain flashed in Ito's eyes.

A guy who just picked up a racket wants to beat me?

Don't make me laugh so hard!
  Ito looked down on the opponent in his heart, but said: "The people in the tennis club should let me serve first!"

Without waiting for Ping Minchun to answer, he threw up the tennis ball in his hand and then swung it down with the racket.

boom!
  The tennis ball flew over the net and hit the service area.

"How despicable!"

Outside the stadium, Tetsu Ishida, wrapped in a white turban, showed a disgusted expression.

He likes head-on duels and is very averse to using such small tricks in games.

Faced with the sudden attack, Ping Minchun did not panic.

From the moment he stepped on the court, he was fully focused on preparing for Ito's attack.

During this period of time, he has been training hard behind Yuuki Satoru, and he has long been able to do more than just pick up balls.

Ping Minchun jumped slightly, and when his toes landed, his body started quickly, his eyes caught the action of swinging and hitting the ball, and his steps ran in the predicted direction.

At the same time, his brain was running, recalling Yuki Satoru's teachings.

Respond to the situation and turn your shoulders to hit the ball!
  boom!
  There was a solid touch from the racket, and the tennis ball flew back instantly.

"You can actually catch my serve?"

Ito said contemptuously, not paying attention to Ping Minchun at all.

boom!
  boom!
  boom!
  The two figures ran back and forth on the court.

At first, Ito had a lot of advantages. After all, he had played tennis for one more year and had the experience of participating in official competitions.

But Ping Minchun only trained with Yuki Satoru for a few months.

However, as time went by, Ping Minchun gradually caught up with the rhythm of the game.

In daily practice games, although he also tried to use the techniques taught by Yuuki Satoru, he couldn't use them well.

However, when facing Ito, Ping Minchun did not want to lose the game no matter what, so his concentration became particularly concentrated.

Some techniques that he had not used well before were gradually discovered by him at this time.

As a result, Ping Minchun was at a disadvantage from the beginning, and gradually began to fight back several times. Now, he can even be in a stalemate with Ito for a long time.

boom!
  boom!
  The crisp sound of hitting the ball kept ringing, and Ping Minchun became more confident as he played.

In the middle of the game, the balance of victory finally began to slowly move towards him.

On the other side, Ito watched the game gradually get out of control, but became more and more panicked.

The scene in front of him suddenly reminded him of last year's autumn rookie competition.

At that time, he also had the advantage and lost the game to the second player in Sarawak in a daze.

For a moment, Ito was at a loss and no longer looked as arrogant as before.

boom!
  Suddenly, Ping Minchun suddenly swung his racket.

A fierce forehand topspin goes straight to the baseline.

By the time Ito reacted and wanted to run over to catch the ball, he was already too far away from the ball.

Why can even you beat me? !

I am the senior! I am the senior! I should be more powerful!
  Just because you are qualified to be in the tennis club? !

He roared unwillingly in his heart.

Regret, jealousy, and resentment are all mixed together.

When he saw the confident and smiling Ping Minchun, all these emotions turned into a violent desire for destruction.

"go to hell!"

Ito suddenly yelled, swung his right hand violently, his palm suddenly released, and the racket was violently thrown away.

Not towards the tennis ball, but towards Ping Minchun in front of the net!

bump!
  "what--"

In the astonished eyes of everyone, Ping Minchun was hit hard and let out a painful cry.

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!
  Blood flowed from his forehead and dripped onto the ground.

"Sorry, sorry, my hand slipped just now."

Ito walked to the net and picked up the racket. There was still blood on the front frame.

Looking at Ping Minchun who fell to the ground, he suddenly asked deliberately.

"Can you still compete?"

But at this time, Ping Minchun was covering his wound in pain and couldn't answer at all.

This scene made the freshmen on the field suddenly angry.

"Hey! This is so despicable! This is not playing tennis, this is just intentionally hurting someone!"

Kamio Akira shouted loudly.

“How can you not get injured while exercising?

I just didn't catch the racket by accident, it was him who didn't hide away. "

Ito spread his palms and pretended to be innocent.

"What a disgusting guy!"

This shameless excuse made Kamio Akira furious. He clenched his fists and was about to hit someone.

But before he could take a step forward, several tall third-year students stood in front of him.

They moved their wrists in front of their chests, making a clicking sound.

Its threatening meaning is self-evident.

But their actions also completely annoyed the other freshmen.

"It's too much!"

Ishida Tetsu was the first to stand up from behind, lifting up his sleeves to reveal the powerful muscles on his arms.

"Inexcusable."

Itake Fukaji lifted up his dark blue hair with one hand, and a cold light flowed in his eyes. He intentionally or unintentionally looked at the vulnerable parts of the person in front of him.

Eyes, throat, armpits, crotch.
  The cold gaze makes people feel guilty.

And the rest of the people also stepped forward.

Uchimura Kyosuke wearing a black baseball cap, Sentoku Mori with a buzz cut, and Masaya Sakurai with an OK forehead.
  Although they have not officially joined the tennis club, the actions of Ito and others have touched everyone's bottom line.

Just when the two sides were about to take action, the war was about to break out.

Ping Minchun's weak but anxious voice sounded.

"No, you can't do it!
  Once you do something, you will be punished by the principal. "

He tremblingly got up from the ground and covered his forehead with his hands, blood seeping from his fingers.

"But."

Kamio Akira wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Ping Minchun's eyes. Although he was angry in his heart, he finally put down his fist.

Ping Minchun turned to look at the unscrupulous Ito.

"Aren't you afraid of the principal's punishment?"

"Punishment?" Ito seemed to have heard something funny.

"You obviously got injured accidentally while playing tennis. How could the principal punish me?"

"Besides, the game is not over yet, you have to continue playing well!"

He threw the tennis ball with a smile, then slowly raised the racket, aiming his peripheral vision at Ping Minchun's body.

Bang! ! !
  Just when he was about to take action, an explosion came from outside the venue!

The sharp yellow beam struck through the air, but it was so fast that everyone could only see a shadow.

Before Ito could react, his abdomen felt as if he had been hit by a cannonball. The terrifying impact made his body feel light and his feet almost left the ground.

"Ugh~"

Two seconds later, severe pain came from his abdomen. He stooped like a red-hot lobster, trembling backwards, and a big cold sweat fell down.

Then his body went limp and fell to the ground, bile mixed with stomach acid flowing out of his mouth.

The whole person was unconscious.

Everyone looked in the direction of the yellow beam of light.

A handsome young man with black hair appeared there holding a racket.

Just by standing there, he exuded a compelling aura, like a beast descending from the mountain, giving people an invisible pressure.

Whoosh whoosh!
  Several more tennis balls came through the air, accurately hitting the people who came to the tennis club to cause trouble.

The powerful and terrifying force caused these guys to fall to the ground and howl in pain.

"Are you the newcomers who applied to join the club?"

Yuuki Satoru came over and stood in front of Kamio Akira and others and asked.

Then he pointed at the guys lying on the ground.

"I give you the first order after joining the club.

Throw all those who were accidentally hit by tennis balls out of the tennis club! "

　This is chapter two
  　　I really can’t finish it. I really want to finish writing three chapters.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)