The Prince of Tennis

"Boo!"

In the tennis court behind the rehabilitation center, less than 20 minutes later, there was a breathless sound. It was seen that Leon, a majestic former professional player who was still surrounded by his men just now, was beaten to death by Tezuka. Like a dog, lying on the ground tired and panting, couldn't even speak.

"You may have been very strong once, but according to your words, you didn't have the spirit that you should have as an athlete back then. After being expelled, you have done everything you want and put all tennis down." Tezuka stood in front of the net, condescendingly. Looking at Leon, who was limp on the ground, pity, hatred, and various emotions in his eyes, "The strength you used to be proud of has already left you."

It's also to blame for Leon's pitfalls in his mind. What is wrong to pick, but he wants to play tennis with Tezuka. After two days of being a bully leader, he thinks it's amazing?The abused is like a grandson.

After Tezuka said these words, he turned to leave without looking at Leon again, leaving behind a mighty back.

"Stop! You want to leave like this?" Leon's two men were also loyal. They glanced at the boss who was lying on the ground. After gritting his teeth, he stopped in front of Tezuka and took out his dagger. Assault.

"Leon brought you two boys together like this?" Seeing that Tezuka was about to encounter an accident, he suddenly heard a strong and powerful voice behind these two gangsters. His voice was flat and flat, and his tone was not high-pitched. It's not high, but it just makes these two gangsters feel like an army is coming behind them, and even their legs can't help but tremble.

One of them reluctantly turned his head and saw the person coming. The whole body was shaking like a sieve, and his teeth creaked and collided, "Bo... Polk, how can you... why... come here? "

"Mr. Posey said that he ran into a good seedling a few days ago and said that he should be invited to the club to become a professional player anyway. He has been here for several days, but there is no result. He has something today, but I couldn't rest assured, so I said to come and see for him."

I saw a giant bald man standing behind these two gangsters, who was over 1.85 meters tall, and his horizontal flesh was horizontally there, covering the sky like an iron tower.Although this man's face was evil, there was a sense of righteousness in his eyes, mixed with determination and confidence, and he was obviously a master.

Polk snorted and said, "Fortunately, I came to take a look, otherwise such a promising young man would be destroyed by your trash!"

"Polk, I... we are just a road... we are all passing by... Leon is the bastard who forced us, when we saw this little brother, we...we knew it was extraordinary, which... Dare to trouble him?" One of the thugs pressed the tension and tremor to please.

"Oh? Why, are you going to investigate the matter of Wolfgang?" Polk gave this man a deep look.

This person was so scared that he almost urinated, and he couldn't beat the giant spirit-like Polk with ten of them. He had a lot of communication with him, and he could crush his gang to death with a wave of his hand. Leon said Whatever gets here, you have to abide by his rules. They are all scary to deceive laymen. Those who really know how to do it, who puts them in the eye?Who would dare not put Polk in his eyes?Polk crippled them today. As long as they don't die, no one will come to trouble him.

"No... don't pursue it, no, that, Wolfgang, who steals property, refuses to arrest and wound people, and punishes people in accordance with the law, he deserves the crime, he...he..." The man frightened "he" several times, but he did. Can't speak.

The guts are scared!

"Take the rubbish from Leon, get out!" Polk said, but let them breathe a sigh of relief, and quickly set up Leon to leave. When he passed Polk again, he said lightly, again The three of them were scared to death, "If you let me find out that you are making trouble with this person, you will know the consequences."

"Yes, yes, absolutely dare not, absolutely dare not!" The three of them ran away in a rush.

"Thank you." Tezuka gave Polk a serious look and leaned slightly to express his gratitude.He picked up his racket bag and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute, I have something to tell you." Polk stretched out his big hand like a fan, blocking Tezuka's path, and said: "I said, I'm here for you today. Mr. Posey said I want to see your strength."

"Sorry, I should go back to do today's rehabilitation training." Tezuka owed himself again, and didn't mean to stay.

"Your injury should have been healed, otherwise you just couldn't play that kind of ball." Polk smiled and said, "Maybe you don't know who I am. I will introduce myself. My name is Jurgen. Barisavich Polk, a professional player of German nationality, is 17 years old this year."

"Pro players, just like him?" To Polk's surprise, Tezuka didn't seem to have heard his own name at all. Usually people around him heard the three words "Polk" and immediately accepted their heads and worshipped at all. When he appeared, instead, Tezuka's expression on his face was slightly disgusted, and he snarled in the direction where Leon and the three were walking.

"No, I think you have misunderstood. Such rubbish is not common anywhere." Polk explained: "Leon had a good physical fitness back then. He was favored by the coach and entered the club, but he did not change his old habits. Professional players haven't made any progress for many years. They are just a mess and waiting to die. I am different from him. To prove it, we will play a game."

Polk's words did not ask, nor were they imperative, as if they were stating a fact that has already happened.

Tezuka frowned and was about to refuse, when the phone rang on his body."I'm sorry." Tezuka made an apologetic gesture, and Polk nodded, motioning for him to be free.

Tezuka answered the phone and said into the microphone: "Hey, Oishi. Yes, that's right. I'm fine, don't worry. What are you talking about? Fujimine...oh...that's it. Before the national competition, I will definitely Please don't worry if you rush back."

"Papa." Tezuka hung up the phone, his face like ice that lasted forever seemed to bring some joyful smiles.But this smile was so small that it was fleeting, even Polk thought it was his own delusion.

But what happened next quickly proved that what he saw was indeed not an illusion.Because Tezuka walked over slowly, put down the racket bag on his shoulder, took out the racket from it, and said, "I would like to ask you for your advice."

(To be continued.)