Doomsday Madman: The Prince of Tennis

Perhaps it was because Sanada's eyes were focused, and the dark brown eyes carried a kind of depth that people couldn't see through. Mingyang couldn't help but stretched out his feet and touched Sanada's shoulder, "What are you thinking? Uncle."

Sanada raised his eyes to look at him, with a silent tenderness in his eyes, "Did you do it on purpose when you went upstairs?"

"Hmm." Ming Yang snorted, "During the Kanto competition, I once met that foreign man outside the court, and now we meet him again. In this case, the probability of pure coincidence becomes very high. Low, we are just a group of middle school students, and the chance of lurking around us is very small, unless..." Ming Yang paused before saying: "Their target is me, and they know my true identity."

Sanada frowned slightly: "You want them to take the initiative?"

Mingyang nodded: "If it's a coincidence, then everything will be fine. If their target is me, they must know that I did it on purpose, and they will know that I have begun to suspect them. There will definitely be a next move. It is better to fight than to be on guard all the time. Mess with the opponent's steps." Mingyang said and poked Sanada's shoulder with his foot, "Why do you have a serious face?"

Sanada: "..." Who is he worried about?

Mingyang shook his feet and looked at Sanada with a smile: "Is uncle worried about me?"

Sanada looked at him helplessly, he was never used to expressing this kind of worry out of his mouth, but this person knew exactly what he wanted to ask, just to see him speechless.

Has been wayward to the limit.

Ming Yang raised his eyebrows, and said straightforwardly: "Who told you to bury everything in your heart, but you still like to put on a serious face like a stinky old man."

Sanada is angry, so it's all my fault!

Naruo jumped down from the tree and landed beside Sanada.

Suddenly, a strong aroma of wine spread between the two of them.

Naruto squinted his eyes slightly, stretched out his palm to caress Sanada's cheek, and brushed his fingers across the resolute thick eyebrows and the straight bridge of the nose.He half-closed his eyes, his dark pupils revealed a kind of drunken beauty through thick eyelashes, that kind of eyes seemed to erode Sanada's restrained and resolute figure inch by inch cheek.

"Xianichiro...Xianichiro." Naruto murmured his name in a low voice.Following his gaze, fingers rubbed his face bit by bit, and there was endless attachment in the blurred eyes.

At that moment, Sanada even had the illusion that it was not Naruo who was drunk but himself, and his heart was eroded to a dreamlike ecstasy, as if he had fallen into an intoxicated dream that he would never want to wake up from. .

His heart softened in an instant, God knows how much self-control he used to keep himself in the state that a sober person should have, Sanada grabbed Naruto's wrist, "You're drunk."

Naruto shook the glass bottle held in the other hand, smiled, "I'm just drunk." Then he leaned closer to Sanada's side, pulled out the wrist that was held by Sanada and put it on the position of Sanada's heart, "Boom! Boom! Boom! Uncle, your heart beats so fast." Without waiting for Sanada's reaction, he stood on tiptoe, kissed Sanada's lips, and murmured, "It's beating even faster..."

Before he finished speaking, his body slammed into Sanada's arms, and a powerful arm hugged him tightly, as if he wanted to rub him into his body.

The next moment, his lips were kissed.

Gentle and violent.

Restraint and madness.

Just like Genichiro Sanada, he is introverted, calm, and resolute, but because of meeting Naruo Inaba, the unknown characteristics buried deep in his soul are slowly awakening.

Paranoid, crazy, possessive.

[-]|Lips touch each other, tongue|tips entwine.

Sanada reached out and clasped the back of Naruto's neck, and kept deepening the kiss that should have been a shallow kiss.

He obeyed the most primal desire in his heart.

Ming Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, and the glass wine bottle in his hand fell to the ground and rolled around on the grass next to him.Naruo stretched out his arms and hooked Sanada's neck.

The bodies of the two were tightly pressed together, and the sound of the pounding heartbeat merged with each other, and it was no longer possible to tell whose it was.

In the yard, people from the tennis club were still gathering together. Foodie Wentai sighed while eating, "I didn't expect the 'Maori brand secret small barbecue' to be so delicious, why didn't I find it before! Senior Maori is so uninteresting, it's so delicious Something is hiding from us."

Mao Li tapped on Wentai's head: "It's a good idea, but I won't be able to eat it in the future."

Wen Tai whispered: "That's not necessarily true. Maybe Senior Maori will draw a red lottery tomorrow to play a practice match with the big devil. If you lose the game then you won't be able to control it."

Maori was angry and wanted to knock Wentai on the head again. Wentai hugged her head and changed the subject, "What about the big devil? Senior Liu, didn't you go to find the vice minister and instructor? If you don't come again, Senior Maori's barbecue will be gone!"

Liu, who just came back, paused, "They..."

Kirihara looked up at Liu, "The instructor isn't competing with the vice minister, is he? I'm going to have a look." As he said that, he quickly ran outside.

Liu was stunned for a moment, and quickly called out to Kirihara, "Chiye, they don't have a match, come back."

Kirihara paused, waved his hands and ran away, leaving a last sentence, "I'll go find them."

Liu: "..." It really is a brat.

Kirihara, who was once again dubbed a bear child, ran around and saw no one. Looking at the empty tennis court, he had no choice but to believe that they really hadn't played any more.Walk back dejectedly.

Walking up the wooden corridor, he found that the person he was looking for came from the other side, but why did the deputy minister hug the big devil!When he got closer, he saw that the big devil had already fallen asleep, his face was flushed.He was not at all surprised that this sleepy big devil fell asleep outside.However, it feels a little weird to see the picture of the deputy minister holding the big devil?

Kirihara scratched at his hair, unable to figure out what was wrong.The innocent brat quickly put this complicated issue behind him.

The next day is the day of formal training.

According to the previously arranged regulations, basic exercise in the morning and practice games in the afternoon according to the results of the lottery.

Everyone unfolded the tags in their hands together, and the tag in Sanada's hand was eye-catching red.

Wen Tai gloated and said with a smile: "I didn't expect the first unlucky one to be the deputy minister. It seems that there will be a king vs. king showdown."

Ming Yang looked at Wentai with a half-smile while wrapping the tape on the handle of the racket, "Oh~ Is it unlucky to play with me? Little friend Wentai, when you get the red lottery, I will definitely live up to your expectations."

Mrs. Wen: "..." Why should I say something! ! !

Sanada walked into the field with a racket. He played against Naruo more than once, and the results were mixed. However, today's practice match is definitely different. He has a hunch that he may experience the most difficult game ever. games.

Mingyang wrapped the handle of the racket and tried the feel before walking into the court. This was the first time he was so serious. Before playing, he used the spare rackets of other members casually.

Yagyu served as the referee, and the game officially began.

Sanada serves.

Ming Yang was holding the racket and standing on the midfield line. His figure was slender, but he carried an unspeakable sense of oppression.

The tennis ball was thrown high, Sanada swung the racket, and a yellow arc galloped towards the opposite court like lightning. The speed of the swing happened within a few tenths of a second. Can't turn around, but to Naruo, such a serve is just an ordinary serve.

Naruto clenched his racket tightly, and his footsteps swept backwards in a very strange arc. His figure instantly became like a wisp of green smoke, and he reached the landing point of the ball almost instantly.

Then, wave your hands.

At that moment, everyone outside the court felt an extremely suppressed aura.

There was a crisp sound when the racket hit the ball, and in an instant, the yellow tennis ball flew into the air with an absolutely violent and rapid attitude!

Compared with ordinary return balls, even high-profile balls are much higher. The ball changed its trajectory in an extremely sharp posture in the air, as if a thunderbolt had been struck for no reason in the sky.

The expressions of everyone in the tennis club watching changed, they were so strong and violent!

Then, the thunder suddenly struck down, and behind Sanada, the ball rolled down quietly, leaving only a scorched black trail.

Sanada turned around in astonishment. Although he had expected it, the power of this ball still exceeded his expectations.

Outside the arena, Liu stopped the pen in his hand and muttered to himself: "Thunderbolt."

The stunned group of people returned to look at Liu in unison, and asked in unison: "What's going on?"

"The name of this ball is Thunderbolt, and it is called an uncrackable return ball. At least it has not been cracked so far."

Nioh twisted his braids, squinted his eyes and asked: "So, this kind of return has appeared in previous games?"

"That's right, the founder of this kind of ball return is Himura Shiina, who is known as a ghost. In the national competition the year before last, he led Makinoto to win the national championship with an absolute advantage. In the entire national competition, there was no one. People can score even a point from Fei Cun's hands. The weird footwork corresponding to this kind of ball is called Z-shaped flash footwork."

"Z word flash footwork?" Another multiplayer in unison.

"Pay attention to where Inaba's footsteps land."

After listening to Liu's words, the others turned their heads to look at Ming Yang's footsteps, and suddenly found that if the landing points of his feet were connected, it would be in the shape of a "Z". That kind of pace was very strange, and his figure was very erratic. , like a cloud of smoke, no matter where the ball lands, he can reach the ball's landing point in an instant as if teleporting. Moreover, this pace is very flexible, and he can switch freely even if he changes direction midway.

However, the extraordinary sense of balance and flexibility needed to perform this kind of pace is definitely not something that ordinary people can accomplish.

"But, Senior Liu..." Kirihara scratched his hair and asked curiously: "Then why didn't anyone hear about that ghost, ghost village in last year's national competition?"

Liu helplessly corrected: "It's the ghost Feicun. In the finals of the national competition the year before last, he injured his leg due to an accident. Last year, he went abroad for rehabilitation. I heard that Feicun's family is from a family of martial arts. His family is very against him Keep playing tennis."

"Then...does the big devil use this kind of ball to fight against Sanada now, does it mean that Himura Shiina, who is already in the third grade, will appear in this year's national competition?"

As soon as Mao Li's voice fell, the scene fell silent.

After a while, Mrs. Wen stammered and asked: "No... no way? I haven't heard of it in previous matches? Besides, it hasn't been mentioned in tennis magazines, isn't it normal! Such a master How can those reporters let go of such explosive news when a super genius returns to the game."

Yukimura, who has been silent for a long time, smiled and said: "What's so strange about this, the reporter from the tennis magazine also came to our school, and wanted to focus on Inaba, but was rejected by Inaba, even if the reporter wants to report, he still has to read I wish."

"Xingmura is right. According to the intelligence analysis, the probability of Feicun returning to this national competition is as high as 97%." After Liu's voice fell, there was another silence, and then a burst of extremely enthusiastic whispers broke out.Apparently, the national competition was just around the corner, and the sudden appearance of this mysterious and difficult guy made them vigilant, and at the same time, their warlike blood began to boil.

"They all concentrate on watching the ball. This kind of opportunity is absolutely rare. Z-shaped flash footwork and thunder are not only moves that cannot be countered, but also moves that no one can imitate."

Yukimura spoke, even though they still had many doubts in their hearts, they stopped entangled and turned their attention to the game.