Net King: My Black Basket Template

Chapter 37 The first championship of Fudo Peak, targeting the whole country!

The game continues.

Bang!
"Game, Fudomine Middle School Yuuki Satoru, 3-0."

Bang!
"Game, Fudomine Middle School Yuuki Satoru, 5-0."

Bang!
The electric light tore apart, and a bit of white light pierced the air.

The super-speed tennis ball grazed Aoda Kunio's cheek and rushed into the air. Two strands of hair were blown up by the strong wind, revealing his shocked eyes.

Kunio Aoda held the racket dully, frozen in place, his face pale, and he couldn't see the shadow of the tennis ball at all.

Huh~
Itake Fukaji subconsciously clutched his knees, his fingertips turning white from too much force.

Looking at the helpless Aoda Kunio, he seemed to see himself standing in front of Yuki Satoru.

The game is coming to an end, but many people don't even see what a tennis ball looks like.

They didn't even dare to blink. They still could only see a flash of white light, and the point was over.

Only a few people can see Yuuki Satoru's shot, and Fuji is one of them.

"It has indeed become stronger."

Feeling the unabashed momentum on the court and the shuddering pressure, Fuji's calm heart rippled.

He lowered his eyes to hide his slightly fluctuating emotions.

Bang!
"Yuki Satoru scores, 40-0."

The referee's voice was a little dry. From the beginning of the game to now, the score has never stopped changing.

The last ball.

"how come.?!"

rustle
Kunio Qingtian moved his steps timidly. His eyes were uncertain, like a candle in the wind. Faced with the strong wind coming from all directions, it seemed that it might be extinguished at any time.

He was desperate, but he still gritted his teeth and shot the last ball.

Jump up and hit the ball!
boom!
The tennis ball flew out, and Kunio Aoda closed his eyes weakly, silently welcoming the final outcome.

Zira——

The dark world in front of him flashed with brilliant lightning, and he knew that this torturous game was finally over.

"Game, Fudomine Middle School Yuki Satoru, 6-0!"

"At the end of the game, Fudomine Middle School won, with a total score of 3-0!"

After the referee's voice fell, Yuuki Satoru stood in the court, holding the tennis racket in his right hand and raising it high, smiling in the direction of Fudomine's players' bench.

Although this is only the championship of the regional competition, it is the first championship of Fudo Peak, and everything will start from this championship!
next moment.

All members of the Fudomine Tennis Club cheered, and their voices resounded throughout the entire court.

"Fudomine!" "Champion!"

"Fudoho!" "Fudoho!"

The cheers didn't stop for a long time.

The eight people, Taira Minharu and Yamato Masato, who have followed Yuuki Satoru along the way, have all experienced the lowest period of the tennis club.

When Yuuki Satoru walked up to the podium and raised the trophy, their eyes became red, and there were faint tears.

They have waited too long for this moment
"Ah Chun, are you crying?"

Sakurai Masaya also saw Ping Minchun shed tears, and exclaimed as if he had discovered a new world.

"Look, everyone, Ah Chun is crying!"

"I didn't!"

Hearing Masaya Sakurai's teasing, Ping Minchun suddenly blushed in embarrassment.

"These are touching tears! Not crying, but touching!"

He didn't even have time to wipe his tears, so Ping Minchun covered Masaya Sakurai's mouth shyly.

"I was wrong! Ah Chun, I was wrong!"

Sakurai Masaya quickly raised her hands to beg for mercy, screaming continuously.

"Hahahahaha!" When the people nearby saw this scene, they pointed at them and laughed.

After getting along well during the special training period, the two people have completely lost the unfamiliarity they had when they first met. It is normal for the two to have fun occasionally, and everyone is used to it.

"Congratulations on winning the game!"

As soon as Yuki Satoru stepped off the podium, Inoue Mamoru came over with Shiba Saori. “Thank you, Uncle Inoue.”

Yuki Satoru seemed very familiar with him because his father was the editor-in-chief of Tennis Monthly, and Inoue Norori would visit him occasionally.

After they greeted each other.

Mamoru Inoue started the interview straight to the point.

He was a little excited. Fudofeng won the regional championship. This was big news.

Yuki Satoru is also very cooperative. After all, helping Inoue Mamoru is equivalent to helping his father.

So the two talked happily.

Looking at the high-spirited young man in front of him, Inoue Mamoru couldn't help but feel enlightened for a moment. He remembered that the last time they met, Yuki Satoru was still in elementary school, and he was full of childishness.

Later I heard that he attended Fudomine Junior High School and joined the tennis club.

When the Fudomine scandal broke out, Inoue Mamoru was worried about it. He had not planned to interview Fudomine before because he did not want Yuuki Satoru to lose the game and have to accept the interview sadly.

But he didn't expect that Yuki Satoru would give him such a big surprise.

He had watched the match just now, and the strength Yuuki Satoru showed was rare even in the country.

Mamoru Inoue couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Then he looked at Yuki Satoru and asked the last question seriously.

"Does Fudoho have any plans in the future? In other words, what is Fudoho's ultimate goal?"

Hearing this question, Yuuki Satoru smiled slightly, and at this time everyone else happened to come over.

So he turned around and said.

"Haru, you answer this question."

Ping Minchun on the side was stunned for a moment.

He knew what Yuki Satoru meant, but he was a little hesitant.

"Do you really want to say it?"

Yuuki Satoru nodded affirmatively.

If you are embarrassed, be ashamed!

I was a little embarrassed at first, but after seeing those serious eyes.

Ping Minchun took a deep breath, then raised his head, closed his eyes, and shouted loudly.

“Fudobong’s goal is to reach the top of the country!”

His voice was shaking.

In fact, when everyone chose to stay in the tennis club, Yuuki Satoru said the same thing to them under the sunset.

But everyone just thought he was joking, but whenever someone wavered and wanted to leave, he would once again say the bold words he said at the time to keep others.

Really. Such a goal is simply a delusion. What kind of guy would believe it?
Ping Minchun laughed to himself in his heart.

Sure enough, everyone thinks so too.

Looking at the stunned people in front of him, Ping Minchun rubbed the back of his head angrily.

"Yuki, I just said this goal is too exaggerated."

“Topping the Nation!”

But before he could finish speaking, Akira Kamio jumped out and shouted with shining eyes.

Topping the country? Such bold things are in line with his style!

He wants to be the fastest person in the country!

"Count me in!" Kyosuke Uchimura followed closely, the voice coming from under his baseball cap filled with uncontrollable excitement.

It’s cool to think about reaching the top of the country!
"The whole country." Ishida Tie's eyes flickered uncertainly.

If I reach the top of the country, I should be able to surpass my big brother.
So he raised his head and his eyes became firm.

"Nationwide!"

After a few of them stood up, the passion in the hearts of others was aroused. Even the indifferent Ibu Fukaji was finally moved, and Sakurai Masaru gave a thumbs up to Ping Minchun.

"Nationwide. Nationwide. Nationwide."

"This is our goal!" Yuki Satoru said towards Inoue Mamoru, his eyes bright and his belief firm.

　Sorry, I have something to do at the moment, so I only have one for today, and I will make up for it tomorrow. I originally promised my brother to pay back the chapters he owes this weekend. I will try my best tomorrow depending on my speed.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)