Doomsday Madman: The Prince of Tennis

Atobe raised the corners of his mouth and smiled maliciously: "According to the original version, there should be an affectionate kiss as the end at this time!"

Naruo narrowed his eyes slightly, and Atobe looked at Ryoma who jumped out of Sanada's embrace on the stage and fled in despair, and said regretfully: "It's a pity that the kid was scared away."

Naruto curled his lips: "Master, you are enough!" Then he lowered the brim of his hat to cover his entire face and pulled Atobu out of the crowded crowd.

It was only when he got to the school gate that he got rid of the crowd. Atobe just breathed a sigh of relief when he bumped into Momoshiro and Ryoma who were also squeezed out of the crowd.

"Atobe?" Momoshiro was surprised: "Did Sanada-senpai also send you an invitation letter?" As he spoke, his eyes fell on Naruto who hooked Atobe's arm: "Is this also from your ice emperor?"

Ming Yang tilted his head slightly to reveal half of his face under the brim of the hat, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Atobe is my brother."

"Hey???" Taocheng said in surprise, and Ryoma looked at Naruo and Atobe's faces with a hint of interest, and thought to himself, they don't look like them at all!

Naruto pulled Atobe's wrist and waved to the two: "Hey, goodbye, you two from Qingxue."

Seeing the backs of Atobe and Mingyang leaving, Taocheng scratched his head and murmured: "I always feel like I've seen him somewhere before."

"Huh?" Ryoma said casually, "It can't be on the court!"

Taocheng screamed: "You are right. It is on the court."

Ryoma stopped and turned to look at Taocheng: "Really? Senior Taocheng, is he also a member of Bingdi?"

Taocheng shook his head: "He is not a member of Bingdi, but the instructor of Lihai University last year."

There was a hint of surprise in Longma's eyes: "Hey? Is there such a thing?"

Taocheng chuckled: "Actually, I don't know too well! Anyway, I've seen it before."

Longma glanced at him: "Because Senior Taocheng was not an official team member last year and couldn't participate in the competition, right?"

Taocheng was so angry that he jumped instantly: "Isn't that a dead boy looking for a pump?"

Ryoma raised a smile and dodged Taocheng's overstretched claws, muttering softly: "It was originally."

Taocheng gritted his teeth, and decided not to care about this year's brat.

Atobu Mansion.

Wearing a nightgown, Atobe pushed open Naruo's room door with a glass of non-alcoholic champagne in his hand, stepped on the soft carpet with bare feet, and said to Naruo who was fighting with the game console: "Do you know what time it is? Do you need parents?" Is it mandatory to confiscate the game console before going to sleep? Huh?"

Naruto waved to Atobe with a smile: "Master Atobe, I want to sleep with you."

Atobe walked into the room, and the moment he entered, he keenly smelled the aroma of wine in the air.

Seeing the empty bottle of red wine on the bedside table, Atobe stroked his forehead: "Nario Inaba, do you know that you are underage!"

Naruto threw the game controller away, fell on the big soft bed and smiled at Atobe: "Wine is there for people to drink! Why are you like an uncle! Like a serious and rigid old man, you don't allow this or that. "

Atobe walked to the bed, and the air was filled with a slightly drunken aroma.

Naruto grabbed a pillow and hugged it in his arms, and complained to Atobe a little aggrieved: "No drinking, no staying up late to play games, no getting hurt, no teasing children... What is teasing? He himself is called teasing, okay? Think Can you hug and kiss casually while acting?"

Atobe couldn't help laughing, thinking that he was really drunk!They're starting to distort the facts.

He leaned over to look at Naruto, his face was slightly pink, his black eyes were covered with a layer of watery light, which faded away from the usual sharpness and evilness, and made Atobu... couldn't help it. bullied him.

He pinched Ming Yang's face and said deliberately: "Yes! It's too much!"

Ming Yang nodded frequently: "Yes! That's too much."

"Sanada probably empathizes with you and doesn't want you anymore."

Ming Yang narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Atobe for a while, then muttered unhappily: "Master, you are talking nonsense!"

Atobe raised his eyebrows slightly: "Who's talking nonsense? Huh?"

Ming Yang hugged the pillow and rolled around on the bed, pulled the quilt to wrap himself up, leaving only one head on the outside.

Atobe looked over and found that he was already asleep. He stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt down to keep him from being stuffy.

Mingyang hugged the quilt and rubbed against it, his voice was so soft that it seemed to be a whisper, if it wasn't for Atobe's closeness, he couldn't hear it clearly.

"I won't want me." Mingyang put on a little smile on his mouth: "Sanada... is... the best man in the world."

Atobe was stunned when he heard that.

He never thought that he would hear such words from Naruo Inaba's mouth, even if they were drunk.

He glanced at Mingyang's peaceful sleeping face, thinking why these two people can still just say a word of dog food when they are clearly separated, let alone a single dog, even if they have a significant other, they can be loved by Enaixiu Okay face!

It's better not to meddle in the affairs of these two people.

But having said that, sometimes it's not bad to be a god assist!

Atobe found his mobile phone and clicked on Naruto's sleeping face, then clicked on the email and pressed the send button.

After Atobe finished all this, he turned off the lights and computer in the room, and closed the door gently.

Sanada house.

The slight click of the hands of the wall clock in the quiet bedroom was very clear. When the hands pointed to 11, Sanada put away the books in his hand and walked to the bed.

For a person who has been rigid to work and rest according to the schedule since he was four years old and went to bed on time at nine o'clock every night, it is a surprising thing to change his schedule and stay up late.

But for more than half a year, he seems to have gotten used to relying on reading obscure and boring professional books to wake up his sleepiness.

Sanada took the mobile phone on the desk, checking whether there are any missed calls or unread text messages and emails is his habit before going to bed.

He opened the cover of the phone with his fingers, and the name displayed in the unread email prompted on the screen made him slightly taken aback.

Atobe?

Sanada swiped his finger across the screen to open the email, and the moment the photo appeared on the screen, he could hardly restrain himself from clenching the phone tightly, with such strength that the back of his hand was bulging with veins.

Looking at the sleeping face that almost occupied the entire screen, he couldn't even restrain his fingers from trembling slightly, even though he knew that he couldn't really touch it when he stretched out his fingers.

Gently rubbing across the screen, the forehead covered by soft hair, the closed eyes, the upright nose, and the lips that seem to have a smile on them.

Every bit of it is so familiar that it seems to be engraved deep in the soul.

At the age of 15, it was originally the age when love was just beginning to yearn for love, but it was jerky and hazy.The love produced at this age seems to be destined to become the kind of innocence and beauty of first love when recalled later in life, but it also represents the past.

How many people can turn the first heartbeat into a lifetime together?How many people hold the hand of the person they liked for the first time when they were gray-haired?

15 is too young.

Most of the young and heart-pounding feelings sprout from the hazy beauty, even if it ends, there is only a touch of regret and there is no time to experience the real cruelty.

Sanada held the phone and closed her eyes.

He doesn't know what other people's 15-year-old first love is like. He only knows that he will never be able to treat Naruto Inaba as the beautiful passer-by in his memories, instead of living by his side all the time.

If there is a day, Naruo Inaba will be stripped from his soul, and Genichiro Sanada will not be able to drag his broken and incomplete soul to this world.

After the Haiyuan Festival, it is the beginning of a new semester, and learning, training, and competitions have become the focus of life.However, an invitation letter from U17 broke the peaceful and fulfilling school life.

U17 is a training camp specially for the country to train young tennis players under the age of 17.

Although they are teenagers under the age of 17, according to the usual practice, those who can enter the U17 are all strong high school students, and they have never been selected by junior high school students before.

Therefore, when they first received the invitation letter, the members of the tennis club were still a little suspicious, but after Liu's investigation, the junior high school students who received the invitation letter were not limited to their school. Yousheng Youth Academy and Tokyo Tennis High School Hietei Academy, Kansai’s famous tennis school Shitenpoji, Okinawa’s Higa Junior High School, and finally Fudo Peak, a total of 50 junior high school students received the invitation letter .

Although it is not clear why U17 suddenly changed the rules, it is undoubtedly a precious opportunity for them to improve.

U17 was once nicknamed the Hell Selection Camp, but it cannot be denied that it has cultivated countless outstanding players since its establishment.There are the most advanced training equipment, the best coaches and a professional support team. All equipment and living facilities are equipped with national first-class standards.

As long as every tennis player has experienced the baptism of U17, he can become a completely different player from his past self.

Although I already have a certain understanding of U17, I was shocked when I arrived at the training camp.

From the outside, it is more appropriate to say that it is a tennis training camp rather than a prison built in the middle of the mountains.

The tightly closed iron gate, the barbed wire fence erected on the courtyard wall, and the surveillance cameras that can be seen everywhere, everything looks so cold and solemn.

After they entered the training camp, high school students wearing U17 uniforms could be seen everywhere doing various training.

Although the same is doing training, the expressions on everyone's faces are different.

Some are stubborn and silent as if nothing can be shaken, some are tired and numb as if they don’t know what they are fighting for, and some are painful and angry as if they can’t wait to leave here in the next moment...

No wonder some people say that U17 is a hell. Some people have transformed from here, and some tennis players who were once called geniuses have declined here, and even gave up playing tennis since then.

The reporting time stipulated in the invitation letter is getting closer and closer, and other schools that received the invitation letter have also arrived one after another. The last one to arrive is Qingxue. I don’t know whether they are lucky or not. When he entered the training camp, he was picked on by two high school students who were not training.

Sanada frowned slightly, these high school students were too lax.

However, looking at the cameras monitoring their every move at all times, Sanada has a hunch that the trouble may have just begun.

Sure enough, after a while, a man who called himself Kurobe posed the first question to these junior high school students who came from afar.

The plane landed 250 tennis balls, and 246 high school students and 50 middle school students who failed to grab the tennis balls were eliminated immediately and left the training camp.

This also means that at least 46 people will be eliminated on the first day of the training camp.

And the result of stealing the ball was even more dramatic than the 46ers being eliminated.

Because a pushy guy like Atobe and a problem child like Kintaro Toyama are so obedient that it is impossible to just grab a tennis ball.

As a result of being snatched by them, more than half of the high school students did not snatch tennis balls, and even the last one was taken away by the elusive Echizen Ryoma.

Sanada's eyes were fixed, and he even came back to participate in the U17 training camp in Echizen in the United States.

The frantic behavior of the junior high school students to grab the ball stimulated the high school students. The embarrassment of not being able to grab the ball and the humiliation of being compared to the junior high school students were intertwined, and finally broke out together, and it was inevitable that there would be a war of words.

In the end, the yellow-haired high school student said, "That four-eyed frog over there, use the ball in your hand as a bet, and I will compete with you." It completely stabbed the hornet's nest.

Tezuka, who was wearing silver-rimmed glasses, sharpened his eyes, and Higa's Kote interjected: "Wait a minute Tezuka, he challenged me by name."

"No, Mushou, he is looking for me." Liu Sheng pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose, and the mirror reflected a bright light.

Bingdi's forbearance raised the corner of his mouth and interjected: "What! Speaking of the four-eyed frog, it should be me!"

Just when all the glasses people were eager to try, Haitang, a second-year tennis player from Qingxue, looked at Gan Zhenzhi who silently took off his glasses with a black face, and complained helplessly: "Why did you take off your glasses? Senior."

Gan's back stiffened, and he silently put the glasses back on.