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In fact, it is not that Tezuka Kunomitsu doesn't like Yan Chong, it is really difficult for him to bear such a thing in his heart.

His hand has been injured for a while, and he has been repeatedly without recovery.

He didn't want to give himself a hope, and then found out that it was just a mirage.

He would rather never be treated by anyone.

But Hideichiro Oishi knows what he thinks. As the vice president, he will put the overall situation first in everything.

He doesn't care what Tezuka Kunimitsu thinks, but whenever there is a chance, he is willing to try.

Therefore, only Hideichiro Oishi chased him, and forced the small bottle in his hand into Tezuka Kunomi's hand, and explained to him for a long time before returning.

Yan Chong couldn't help but feel the gallop in his heart when he saw this wave of operations.

Hey, that potion is mine!

It’s easy to say whether you need it or not, can you respect me a little bit?

It's like I'm rushing to beg you to use it!

After finishing the "punishment" of Tezuka Kunomitsu, today's tennis club activities also ended.

Yan Chong could only leave first, went to the snack street for dinner, and then ran to the tennis training center to practice.

His goal today is mainly to practice three different kinds of serve, especially super high-speed flat shots.

It is said that although the speed of flat shots is fast, it is very easy to make mistakes, but Yan Chong feels that this is completely caused by poor practice.

As long as the practice is in place, no matter how fast it is, it can accurately land on the target location.

After a night of training, Yan Chong's serve accuracy has also greatly improved, and he gradually dared to speed up, much faster than the swing ball.

Yan Chong even felt that even professional athletes might not be able to serve his ball so fast, right?

But as his IQ improved, his mathematical ability also improved.

He felt that the angle of the ball seemed to be more important than speed!

Fast speed just makes the opponent unable to react, and it doesn't seem to have a good effect on players who are more than positive.

But if the angle is tough enough, he can even move his opponent away from the field significantly!

So Yan Chong deliberately began to adjust the ball's landing point and the direction of the bounce during the rest of the time, which is more like a side spin idea.

When he was boring, he set up both serve machines, and when he returned the ball, he forced himself to use the wave ball he just learned today.

To him, the intensity of the fluctuating ball really doesn't matter. He can hit hundreds of fluctuating balls in one breath, but he doesn't even feel numb in his arm.

In the end, his understatement of an ordinary return can have the effect of a swing ball.

But the barbed wire wall on the opposite side was a bit unable to hold it, and it was frequently subjected to tremendous force, causing it to creak.

Therefore, Yan Chong felt so excited that he forgot that tomorrow was Saturday.

On weekends, the school does not have classes, so the tennis club does not open, but he only remembered it when he arrived at school.

Yan Chong suddenly felt that there was nothing left to do.

He can't always train against the ball machine, he is almost silly practicing!

So he decided to go to the tennis park for a round.

As the owner of the sporting goods store said, the tennis park gathers a large number of people who like tennis nearby.

Their level is uneven, and they don't have to worry about finding an opponent.

And not only is not afraid of not being able to find an opponent, but also worrying about not finding a venue.

There are a lot of people here, especially during the day on Saturday, Yan Chong can't find an empty space at all.

But Yan Chong didn't matter. This was a rare opportunity to learn. He walked around from place to place, wanting to see to what degree the level of others had reached, and which place he could adapt to.

He was walking here when he heard someone say "Ouch" and fell to the ground.

Yan Chong hurried over to check, and found that the person who was beaten was an acquaintance, Arai-senpai.

How could Arai be here?

Yan Chong murmured inwardly.

But although his relationship with Arai is very delicate, Arai is also a Qingxue after all. If he is bullied, Yan Chong still wants to help him.

So Yan Chong hurriedly walked over, only to find a big tall man standing opposite Arai.

This is a really big tall man, definitely over 1.8 meters tall, with well-proportioned lines and explosive muscles.

He combed his gray-white back to make his height look taller. With two huge dead fish eyes and very small eyes, he didn't look like a good person.

Not only did he knock Arai to the ground, there were also some young scholars beside him, such as Shenglang who was also a first-year student.

It seemed that they had a dispute over the venue, and Arai, as a second-year student, was obviously not the opponent of this man who already had a nearly adult figure.

"Don't go too far." Yan Chong stood up directly, "I will call the police if you mess around!"

"Oh, where's the stunned boy?" The man smiled, "Are you trying to stand up for them? What's the use of calling the police? Violence happens all day in Tokyo, we don’t even come here for such trivial things. !"

He stretched his waist, as if he didn't look up to Yan Chong.

"Are you sure you won't come?" Yan Chong scratched his head, "I always thought that all disputes in this world would be resolved by tennis. Unexpectedly, you decided to use violence?"

"So what?" The man was very disdainful, "If you don't agree, come and hit me! Otherwise, get out of here!"

It is true that Yan Chong has never heard of his request.

Therefore, Yan Chong was not polite. It was rare that he could tell the winner without playing, and he blasted it with one punch.

That person really had two chances. Seeing Yan Chong really dared to do something, he immediately became energetic.

Facing Yan Chong's direct fist, he dodged very quickly, and easily dodged away, and he saw that he had practiced.

But he didn't know that Yan Chong's fist was always just a decoration, and only the lowest rookie would be hit by his fist so easily.

Yan Chong's real killer is the sliding shovel he took after he threw a punch.

No creature can hold a sliding shovel and kick the calf. If so, Yan Chong can consider kicking the crotch.

Anyway, when Yan Chong shook his fist, even though that person looked lazy, his eyes were still focused on Yan Chong's fist, for fear that his fist was a hard stubble, and it wouldn't be good to hit it.

But in fact, the kick under Yan Chong is the real kung fu. No matter where he is, he can accurately kick it out in a twisted form with a sliding shovel.

The man was kicked directly in the calf, so he was kicked.

"Oh, I seem to be too heavy to strike?" Yan Chong got up from the ground and said.