The Prince of Tennis

The blue sky was like washing, the tennis court under the clear sky looked extremely hot, and there were complaints from the crowded tennis court from time to time.

"Yeah, I didn't expect the freshman training in the tennis club to be so tiring." The speaker was a little boy with a mushroom head. His voice was immature and his height was not obvious. He was obviously a freshman in the tennis club.The little boy was sitting in the court, helping the classmates in front of him to press his legs, completing the two-person sit-ups required by the seniors.

"Eh Shenglang, have you made a mistake? I have always been doing a good job from the very beginning. Why are you tired of shouting!" The boy who was lying on his back for a long time without sitting up under Shenglang's legs heard his words. , Sat up all at once.

The boy did not wear the uniform of the first-year white sportswear of the tennis club. Instead, he wore a green and yellow shirt. He had a square face and a wide mouth, and his chestnut hair shot straight into the sky. He was handsome.However, the expression on his face is extremely exaggerated, and his voice is so loud that it makes people around him look at him frequently. Anyone who looks at him will feel "this person is unreliable" from the bottom of my heart.

Katsuro was also in a cold sweat and embarrassed: "But, Horio, everyone else has already done it. It's because you haven't gotten up, so I haven't started it yet."

Horio's eyes widened, and angrily said, "What? Are you blaming me? I'm almost exhausted, okay!" He said and glanced at the fifty boys who had just finished sit-ups next to him, and said, "I said Kochi , Aren't you tired?"

The boy next to him casually wiped the invisible layer of sweat from his forehead, pressed the brim of his hat, and hummed softly: "Huh, it's still far away!" A few strands of ink under the white brim The green hair fluttered, and an extraordinary taste suddenly emerged.

Shenglang whispered: "Horio, leave Ryoma alone, look over there." He said, his eyes slanted vaguely towards the corner of the court.

Horio followed Katsuro's gaze and saw a black-haired boy in the corner of the stadium doing sit-ups very quickly, but the most noticeable thing was not the speed at which he did sit-ups, but his eyes. Closed, with a dazed expression, listening carefully can still hear the occasional faint snoring sound.Every time he sits up, his hands are stretched forward, like sleepwalking.This weird posture, even though it was in the corner of the court, attracted a lot of attention.

Seeing that Horio had noticed the boy, Katsuro whispered, "He seems to have not stopped, and he has made almost 200 of them now. Do you think he really fell asleep or is he pretending?"

Horio is a know-it-all. He likes to inquire about the school's various gossip gossips. He curled his lips and said: "It's him, Ryosuke Fujimine, who is next door to Class 3 of the year, has heard that no one has seen him sober these days since school started However, I was caught by the teacher during class and went to the penalty station in the corridor. I was able to fall asleep, eat and drink, like sleepwalking. I didn't expect such a person to join the tennis club."

Horio's voice was so loud that he frightened Katsuro and hissed quickly, "Hori, you keep your voice down. It won't be good to be heard by others!"

Horio disdainfully said: "What are you afraid of, that guy, I'm afraid I won't wake up in an earthquake!"

Fujimine Ryosuke fell asleep doing sit-ups and did not cause a long sensation, and everyone was busy training on their own again.After all, they are all in the same school, and everyone has heard the legend of a new student who couldn't sleep.Only the amber eyes under the brim of Echizen Ryoma's hat shot two beams of light, and he took a deep look at Fujimine Ryosuke.He didn't know why he noticed this sleeping guy, but his bloodline instinct felt that this person was not easy.

In the corner, Fujimine Ryosuke finished sit-ups, sat down in a dazed corner, changed to a comfortable position and continued to sleep, muttering in his mouth: "Qingxue...Echizen...When can I watch the protagonist hit his face... Snoring..."

Ryosuke Fujimine is certainly not the former Ryosuke Fujimine.The young master Ryosuke of the Fujimine Foundation in Kyoto had a high fever a month ago. The Fujimine Foundation was helpless after searching for famous doctors.

The 12-year-old child naturally did not survive the high fever for a month, but it was a coincidence that a soul from another world came through and entered this body, which made Fujimine Ryosuke come back to life and regain his vitality. .

The soul of this alien world was called Teng Qingfeng in his previous life. It is also a coincidence that the names of the two lives are the same in two words. Even though they have traveled to foreign countries, they are still unstoppable.Teng Qingfeng, 38-year-old master of China Taichi, vice chairman of the National Martial Arts Association, holder of multiple martial arts championships, has won the title of world martial arts competition many times.

Yes, that's right, the kind of embroidered legs.

For various reasons, the traditional Chinese martial arts has declined, and it has long since become a display that can be seen but not beaten.There are hidden masters, but not him Teng Qingfeng.Teng Qingfeng learned Taijiquan, which is more advanced than the aerobics practiced by grandpas and aunts in the park. It is indeed part of the Taijiquan that can beat people, that is, pushing hands.

Huaxia's current Tai Chi martial arts exchanges are often based on pushing hands to discuss the level of state.Tai Chi pays attention to softness and strength, and the pushing hand is pure softness. In the end, whoever can put a few meters or even somersaults with a gentle force is considered a victory.And the number one in Taijiquan world who pushed his hands over everyone was his Master Teng.

They forget that reality is not a martial arts novel. The mechanics laws of Master Newton Niu are effective. Regardless of any kind of martial arts, it is soft and cannot beat people. The real Tai Chi is not like what they play.Teng Qingfeng's most proud record in his last life was when he met three small gangsters. Chen Yang, Sun Wu and Wu Wu set hundreds of moves in five sets of Taijiquan. He survived with thirty-two swords, which proved Taiji's defensive ability.

But after this incident, Teng Qingfeng was injured in a nerve, and since then suffered from narcolepsy. He is particularly prone to sleepiness. Basically, he stays awake 24 hours a day, and no one looks at it without knowing when there is an accident.The reason why Teng Qingfeng crossed was because he fell asleep when crossing the road, and the truck that was speeding by came in close contact and died unfortunately.

But he didn't expect that the child named Fujimine Ryosuke who traveled through had a high fever, the same nerve necrosis in his body, and also suffered from narcolepsy.The original Fujimine Ryosuke has gone to heaven, and this ability to fall asleep anytime, anywhere can only be inherited by him, Teng Qingfeng.

Teng Qingfeng is not married, and his parents have a group of brothers and sisters doing their filial piety in front of him. Speaking of crossing into a child, he has taken a big advantage. Although he has become a Japanese person, the Tengfeng family does not seem to have a tendency to exclude Chinese. Personally.In his previous life, he was struggling to earn his reputation and fame and became a well-off man. In this life, he has invested in the home of the wealthy. Ryosuke Fujimine felt that it was a gift from heaven.

"Hey, kid, don't just think that you are playing well! You also brought three rackets, what to pretend!" An arrogant voice sounded on the tennis court, and three formal tennis balls stood in front of Echizen Ryoma. The boys in the sky-blue clothes of the players, all three boys are more than 1.75 meters, the leading one has black skin and a green headband on his head, and his speech is looking down at Echiqian with disdain.

Before Echizen didn't realize there was something, Horio was taken aback and stammered: "Ara, Arai-senpai."

Arai's voice was a bit loud, and even Fujimine Ryosuke, who was sleeping in the corner, was twisted by the noise.He seemed to have dreamed of something, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Fujimine Ryosuke dreamed of the scene in which he had recovered from his illness, and his parents in this life thought it was the work of gods and Buddhas, and took him to the temples to pay respect.

"Mr. Echizen, thank you for your blessing, my family Ryosuke's illness has recovered." In a ruined temple, Fujimine Youki bowed respectfully to a middle-aged man.Fujimine Ryosuke looked at him and frowned. Although the Japanese monk does not shave his head, even if he loses his hair, he never looks like a monk in Fujimine Ryosuke's mind.

He is sloppy, shaggy beard, disheveled, and his speech is extraordinarily exaggerated. There is a silvery evil in the corners of his eyebrows and eyes. It is more appropriate to say that he is a second-rate.What's more, this temple, called the temple, is actually a yard full of weeds. Not to mention the old temple, there is not even a statue of Buddha in it, only an incense burner is placed there to shed ashes.The bell tower at the corner of the yard is well preserved, but the yard is actually painted with white lines, and what the hell is it turning into a tennis court?

Fujimine Ryosuke thought of this and was moved a little bit. The Fujimine Consortium started from his grandfather's generation, a decades-old enterprise, whose wealth has been ranked in the world.The current president of such a large consortium, Fujimine Youki, has even come to such an obviously nonsense temple for his own illness. It can be seen that Aiko is eager and true.

The middle-aged man named Echizen laughed exaggeratedly. He touched his head and said with a smile: "Hahahaha, you don’t have to be polite, Mr. Fujimine. Echizen Minamijiro always speaks what I say, saying that I can cure my son. Cured."

He said, twisting his fingers at Fujimine Right Tree, and the appearance of the city servant made Fujimine Ryosuke’s mother frown, and he pulled Fujimine Ryosuke to go further, but unexpectedly, Fujimine Ryosuke seemed to be suddenly With the spirit coming, he stepped forward and asked: "My uncle is called Echizen Nanjiro, but in the United States Tennis League and the Grand Slam consecutive victory, the samurai Nanjiro who has been invincible in the world?"

"Oh, I didn't expect you to have heard of me too!" Echizen said in a loud voice, "Yes, I am the samurai Nanjiro who has beaten the world invincible!"

It turned out to be the Prince of Tennis!Fujimine Ryosuke knew immediately.He once watched all the animations of the Prince of Tennis TV version with his nephew. Although he is an adult, the Japanese anime is really not something that Zhong Guo thinks are just children watching. He did it very carefully, which made Teng at the time. Aomine is also very interested, and has bought two original comics and read it.As soon as Echizen Minajiro said his name, his image instantly matched the memory of Fujimine Ryosuke.

"Oh." Ryosuke Fujimine was embarrassed: "After practicing Tai Chi for half a lifetime, I ended up with the result of dominating junior high school!"

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