The Prince of Tennis

"Snapped!"

In the empty field behind the hospital, half of the small open space was painted as a tennis court, which seemed to be used to practice squash.

A ball hit the opposite wall, rolled back slowly, and finally stopped at the feet of the person standing in front of the wall holding a white tennis racket.

"Oh, look, that Japanese rubbish is still playing tennis!" Suddenly a sarcasm sounded next to him, and three people came not far away. These three were blond and blue-eyed, tall and obviously not from Asia. Kind of, each of them carried a racket bag specially used for holding tennis rackets on their backs.

"I said it a long time ago that tennis is a noble sport, and you yellow monkeys in Asia are not worthy of playing. This is a sport that belongs only to our noble European aristocrats. Have you not understood?" The glyph is standing, the person who spoke first is the person standing at the back left, and now the person standing at the back right is speaking, but the person in the lead has not spoken.

"I don't know what you are talking about. This is the rehabilitation center. Please leave." The person who started playing under the wall did not have the slightest fluctuation in his voice, even with a trace of rigidity in his solemnity, and said coldly.

"I didn't mean to embarrass you," the leader finally said. His voice was flat and peculiar, with a little arrogance, but it seemed so natural.His tone was very flat, but he couldn't hide the confidence that the situation was under control. "You have broken Wolfgang's good deeds, and I need an explanation."

"He was taken away by the police because of petty theft. After he was discovered, he still wanted to bully others and proposed a tennis gambling match. After losing, he still refused to admit it. He wanted to commit murder and injure others, so he was taken away by the police. Investigate clearly?" The voice of the person under the wall still didn't fluctuate at all, but he said all the facts.

"But you are the one who prevented him from escaping and defeated him with tennis." The head of the person looked a little ugly, and said: "Heidelberg is the German Heidelberg, and this block belongs to my Leon. Saying that it’s not your turn to come forward."

Heidelberg, this is Germany!

"Really, if you break the law, don't you deserve to be punished?" And the man standing under the wall, according to the three people opposite, is obviously an Asian, but speaking German, he is extremely fluent and upright. The tone came out clearly.

"Yes, of course you have to pay a price for anything you do. But the rules are made by the strong. Here, no one can not abide by the rules set by Leon, even if you are a professional team manager. It's the same for those who are right in the west!"

The leader looked at the person standing under the wall and refused to let go. He finally lost his patience and said in a sinister tone: "Mr. Posey is not here today. Don't want to run again. This game, you You have to fight, and you have to fight if you don’t. Do you understand, Tezuka Kunomitsu?"

The pronunciation of German and Japanese is quite different, but the four words that this person uttered are clearly Tezuka Kunomitsu!

Yes, the person standing under the wall is Tezuka Kunomitsu who came to Germany to treat hand injuries.After two months, he has finally healed his hand injury completely. As for playing tennis in such a place, it is naturally his rehabilitation training, and of course it is also inseparable from this group of people who seem to be evil forces. .

When Tezuka was walking on the street a few days ago, he saw someone burglary in the street. His character couldn't be ignored. He immediately grabbed the thief's hand and asked him to return the stolen goods.But the thief seemed not at all afraid of being discovered by the thief. Instead, he stared at the hand mound severely, saying that if he didn't want to cause trouble to himself, he had better not be nosy. He was the subordinate of the local boss Leon.

Europeans are vigorous and do not lose ground, even if Tezuka, who has been practicing tennis all year round, competes with him for physical strength, he is not an opponent.The man shook Tezuka's hand away and sneered: "Look at the racket on your back. You can also play tennis. You can use tennis to stop me!"

In a hurry, Tezuka tossed a tennis ball and hit the back of the escaping person.Then there is no more.What is Tezuka's strength?Hitting the kid in the back of the head from behind caused him to faint at the time, and there was already a lot of disturbance in the neighborhood, and soon there was a police investigation.

Tezuka was neither the victim, but the group was quite powerful in the local area. Tezuka, who hit the thief with a slight concussion with a ball, was naturally accused of excessive defense and prepared to be detained.At this time, a bald, short and fat man appeared, calling himself Posey, a manager of a professional tennis club. He took a fancy to Tezuka's strength and wanted to dig him to become a professional player. He also released his hands on bail.

But Tezuka couldn't let go of the youth school, so he naturally rejected this proposal.Posey also had patience. He came to Tezuka's hospital every day to ask for treatment, but he inadvertently helped Tezuka to block the provocative revenge of Leon and the group.But today Posey didn't come, so Leon brought someone to the door.

"I'm sorry, please leave." Tezuka's voice is still so serious. He doesn't know how to deal with punks, not even playing tennis.

"Kid, listen well, our boss wants to play tennis with you. This is giving you a lot of face, yourself..." As soon as Tezuka's voice fell, the two behind Leon forced them to come up. A right hand mound was sandwiched in the middle, one of them said this, and his voice suddenly prolonged, followed by a flash of cold light, he even took out a dagger from his waist, pointed to the hand mound and said, "You have to think carefully."

Tezuka took a deep look at the two men, staring for two or three minutes.Under Tezuka's righteous gaze, these two rascals* wanted to retreat involuntarily!Just as the two men turned into anger and were about to hurt someone directly, Tezuka slowly nodded and said, "Okay, I will fight you."

"That's interesting, kid!" The subordinate saw Tezuka agree, and put away the dagger. He laughed loudly, stretched out his hand and slapped Tezuka's back, staggering. "That is to say, our boss in Leon likes to hit the opponent in the area where the opponent is best, and you happen to be able to play tennis like the boss in Leon, otherwise you won't have this treatment!"

"Really?" Tezuka staggered two steps, stood still, patted his wrinkled clothes, and said casually.

"Of course, our Leon boss was also a professional player back then. It's just that the group of old antiques restricted Leon bosses from fighting, and we removed our boss from the tennis world in black and white. Otherwise, you think everyone is worthy of playing with our boss. Fighting?" Another subordinate yelled viciously.

(To be continued.)