Doomsday Madman: The Prince of Tennis

After the teacher started the lecture, Ming Yang spread out the English textbook, supported his jaw with one hand, and fell asleep almost instantly.

At first, no one realized that he was sleeping, but after half of the class, he didn't even move, so it's strange to hear this kind of state while listening to the class.

Sitting in his back seat, Mochizuki Ayana had a very tangled expression, as if she really wanted to wake up the person in front, but she didn't dare to do so because she was unfamiliar with it.

Sanada forced himself to pretend he didn't see it. He was so slack that he fell asleep in the first class.

After holding back for a long time, the English teacher finally couldn't stand it anymore. It was so outrageous that he fell asleep in the first class of school.So, the English teacher called Ming Yang's name when he was called and read aloud.

Mochizuki Ryana glanced at Naruto who was still unresponsive after being called by the teacher, and lightly poked Naruto's back with a water pen. The moment she touched Naruto, Naruto straightened up and avoided her. action.Mochizuki Ryana raised her head in surprise and met Naruo's gaze.

The black eyes are like a deep and silent ancient pool, calm and cold.

That kind of sight almost made her stiff for an instant, and the pen in her hand fell to the floor with a snap.For a moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the two of them.

"Student Mochizuki, your pen."

Mochizuki Ayana froze for a moment before realizing it, and took the fountain pen that Sanada had picked up for her.

The English teacher called Ming Yang's name again, and Ming Yang yawned and began to read aloud.

His voice has a cold texture, but when he speaks Japanese, he always has an elegant and long foreign accent, which always has a unique charm when he speaks English. The same is true when he speaks English. With a unique exotic accent.

Sanada still remembers that Sasuke asked Naruo curiously a few months ago why his Japanese pronunciation was so strange. At that time, Naruo said straightforwardly: "What's so strange about this, I'm not Japanese."

In his heart, even though he is a Japanese citizen now, he still doesn't feel that he is Japanese, and what he can't forget is always the past that he can't know.

His thoughts drifted endlessly, maybe he didn't even realize it himself. For the first time in his history, he was in a daze in class, and Mochizuki Ryana was also like him thinking about not knowing where to go.Both parties were immersed in their own thoughts, and they didn't feel anything strange at all.

Yagyu Hiroshi, who was sitting in the back seat, pushed the frame of the mirror. From his perspective, the two of them stared at the back of the transfer student in a daze.Especially Sanada, it's incredible to think about it.Looks like things are really getting interesting.Interesting things always start from changes that people didn't realize at the time.

In the blink of an eye, it has been a week since Naruo transferred to Rikai University.

Indifference, withdrawn, weird person who sleeps in class or reads comics has become the common perception of Mingyang in the class.Even so, it still can't stop the girls' enthusiasm for private discussions. In today's era when face is justice, even if Ming Yang sets himself up as a weird-tempered, cold-faced and paralyzed boy, it can't stop the girls in the class. Taking him as the center of the topic discussion, of course the discussion belongs to the discussion, but no one dared to take the initiative to talk to him.Just like what the girls said in private, I always feel that Inaba-san has a barrier around her, so she can only watch from a distance in silence.

However, the more popular he is with girls, the more he will be rejected by male classmates. At the beginning, he only spoke stingingly occasionally, but in the past few days, more people have changed their ways to trouble him.

Ming Yang pressed the ready-to-move little monster back into his schoolbag with his fingers, and looked at the group of people who stopped him expressionlessly.

Two big guys from the same class, the leader of them was a boy with yellow hair.The rest of them didn't know each other, but they all followed Huang Mao like little brothers.

"Boy! You're good at pretending! How's it going? You feel very proud of being talked about by pretty girls every day! Huh?" the tall yellow-haired man in the same class held a toothpick in his mouth and asked fiercely in front of Ming Yang.

Ming Yang narrowed his eyes slightly. He never thought that one day he would encounter school violence like "If you have the ability, don't leave after school". This feeling is very strange.

Looking at Ming Yang's expressionless face, the tall man with yellow hair cursed secretly in his heart: he really knows how to pretend.Isn't he just a good-looking little boy!All day with a paralyzed face, but girls nowadays still eat this.Since the first grade, I have been motivated to find a cute girlfriend, but Huang Mao, who is rejected every time he confesses, has accumulated a lot of anger in his heart: "Stinky boy, I am so proud of my face, today my uncle will spend your face." Face, let's see how you still pretend to be cold."

Almost as soon as the words fell, Huang Mao's fist hit Ming Yang's face!

An ordinary junior high school student's punch is not even slow motion in Ming Yang's eyes, it is easy to dodge it, and even if he doesn't dodge it, he basically doesn't feel like being hit.

Ming Yang tilted his head slightly, and swiped his fist against the side of his face.

"What are you doing?" Sanada asked, pinching Huang Mao's arm, but turned his gaze to Naruto.

Naruo turned his head expressionlessly, his whole person looked cold, he didn't even mean to reply, but Sanada didn't miss the fleeting smile on his lips with a bit of sly mischief.

This person is really... a feeling of helplessness arises spontaneously.

Huang Mao broke free from Sanada's hand, his face was a little embarrassing, after all, Sanada was a member of the discipline committee, and it would be a bit guilty to be caught on the spot in such a scene.However, when he turned his head and saw Rina Mochizuki standing not far behind Sanada, his face turned red and he stammered, "Wang... Mochizuki... classmate, why are you... here? "

Before Mochizuki Lingnai could answer, another girl with a high ponytail next to her snorted coldly: "I saw you guys sneaking around early in the morning, and I really felt uneasy and kind, if we hadn't asked Sanada-san for help, wouldn't you have Do you want to bully Inaba-san more and less?"

Huangmao laughed dryly: "No, we're just kidding!"

"Hmph! Whoever believes is stupid!"

Yellow Hair: "..."

After struggling for a long time and still not being able to find a plausible excuse, Huang Mao could only leave with a group of younger brothers unwillingly in a dejected manner.

"Ina... Inaba-san, are you alright?" Mochizuki Rina looked at Naruo and unconsciously thought of his sharp and cold eyes, and her whole body would involuntarily feel a sense of tension.

"It's okay, thank you." Naruto turned his head slightly, and met Sanada's gaze: "The training is over?"

"No." Sanada shook his head, "There will be a practice match in the afternoon."

Mingyang glanced at Sanada: "I'll wait for you."

Sanada was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "Just to see us play a practice match."

Ming Yang snorted softly: "I happened to be hungry after watching the practice match."

Sanada pursed the corners of her lips, and her gaze was filled with a soft and warm light.

"Hey, Ling-chan." The girl with the high ponytail poked Mochizuki Rinna who was in a daze: "It was such a good opportunity just now, why didn't you ask Mr. Inaba which club he chose? Don't forget that you are the monitor! This is yours." Take responsibility!"

"Uh... I forgot."

"Hey, Ling Jiang, tell me the truth." The girl with the high ponytail let out a smirk and lowered her voice, "Do you like Inaba-san? You've been in a daze since just now, even Sanada-san was absent-minded when they greeted you when they left. .”

Mochizuki Rinna was stunned: "Of course not, it's just..." She smiled in a low voice and said: "I always feel that Inaba-kun is actually very close to Sanada-san! It's completely different from treating other people." Sanada... Mochizuki Rinna shook her head, suddenly she didn't want to say some of the following words, even if she treated her good friends, some moods are only suitable for hiding and tasting alone.

Ming Yang was sitting on a bench beside the track outside the tennis court. The group practice match inside the tennis court was going on extremely intensely, and no one paid attention to him, a bystander in the distance.

The sun shines on his face through the gaps in the leaves, with a kind of warmth that urges people to fall asleep. Mingyang narrowed his eyes slightly, and a little drowsiness appeared in his black eyes. He leaned comfortably on the wooden chair On the back of the chair, his eyes turned back and forth following the figure of Sanada on the sports field.Just like the eyes of the people on the field are consistently fixed on the light yellow ball.

He really loves tennis!

Mingyang narrowed his eyes and thought.

Sanada took the racket out of the tennis court and walked towards Naruo.

Sweat soaked his sportswear, his black hair was wet with moisture, his facial features showed a deep three-dimensional sense of coldness, and his brows revealed a kind of determination and calmness that surpassed that of a teenager.

Naruo leaned on the bench and looked at the tennis court, his black eyes revealed a kind of silence-like coldness, Sanada subconsciously stopped in his tracks, the indifference in his gaze was as if needle pricks, which made him feel almost Feelings of panic.

Ming Yang turned his head, looked at Sanada and said, "Uncle is also very handsome when he plays ball!"

Sanada was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed again. Seeing his rare expression of helplessness, Naruto couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth and showing a smile. The smile in his eyes washed away the coldness of indifference It was completely clean, and the black eyes carried a sense of brilliance.

Sanada's hand holding the racket was clenched suddenly, and the sudden intensified beating of his heart shook his chest rapidly, as if a heartbeat buried deep in his soul had awakened soundly.

Naruto picked up the schoolbag on the bench and poked Sanada's arm: "If I don't leave, my stomach will come out to protest you."

"Still eating ramen?"

Mingyang blinked: "Otherwise? Isn't the ramen delicious?"

Sanada sighed silently: "No, it's delicious."

Ming Yang snorted softly, satisfied.

Beside the tennis court, Yagyu Hiroshi pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose, and the lens reflected a white light.

A young man with a thin figure and long silver-blue hair narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at his partner with a racket on his shoulders: "Who is that?" His slightly narrowed green eyes seemed to have a hint of cunning. Nioh Masaharu, whom Yagyu poached from the golf club, had a very good relationship with each other in private.

"That ignorant transfer student in our class." Liu Sheng paused and continued, "Or it can be said that he is the vice-minister's date."

"Pfft!" Niwang snorted lightly, apparently not taking his partner's casual jokes seriously.

"Alas!!" Marui Fumta blinked in surprise and asked, "Doesn't the deputy director have a girlfriend? Who are you dating!!"

King Ren hooked Wentai's neck, and smiled like a cunning white-haired fox, and said to Wentai with a smile: "Come on, little Wentai, if you want to know the truth, let me break it down for you slowly."

Seeing that Wentai was cheated away with a single word, and then looking at the jackal Kuwahara who hurried to rescue Wentai, the only third-year senior Mori Jusaburo said softly, "It's nice to be young!"

Liu looked at the direction Sanada left and asked, "Is that the strange transfer student you mentioned?"

Thanks to Yagyu, the tennis club already knew that there was a transfer student in their class who didn't talk to anyone but had a good relationship with Sanada.

Liu Sheng nodded and said: "It seems that the relationship with the deputy minister is even better than we imagined!"

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