The Prince of Tennis

The old man knows the strength of Tengfeng and has already stood at the top of the realm. It can be said that this second level of tennis is the realm of "looking at the mountain is not the mountain, looking at the water is not water". There is no next step to go. Standing at the top.

It was precisely this way, the old man was afraid that Fujifeng would not see the way behind, thinking that he had come to an end, and he was awakening intentionally by speaking out.

It's a pity that he didn't know that Fujimine was a gangster, not to mention the prophetic advantage of the traverser, even if he stripped off his plug-in, he would not be arrogant enough to think that he was learning tennis with Echizen Minojiro. At the apex of the realm, there is no way to go.

"Well, it's okay, feel free to walk." Fujimine doesn't care about this at all. His current strength is at least enough for the national competition, even if he has not made an inch until the final strength, he can't beat a strong man like Yukimura who is beyond the realm. But it is enough to win the victory first by arrangement.No matter how strong Yukimura is, he can't make a move. What can he do with me?

"Hahaha, young man, although your enthusiasm for tennis is not small, there are too many calculations in it. It doesn't seem to be a real love for tennis." The old man put one hand behind him and twisted the other. Must smile, looking up at the sky, as if looking at the future that is not far away.

"Let's pull it down." The father's momentum is very strong, but it doesn't matter if he fools others, how can the pretending Wang Tengfeng eat him?Spoiled life is so confident, after all, I control everything!"It's not the only way to be seamless. Speaking of it, this is just the starting point of the third realm. There are many roads leading to the gates of different dimensions, but not only this degree."

"You..." The old man trembled, almost because Fujimine pulled off his beard for the second time. His eyes seemed to be unable to open because of his age. At this time...Of course he still didn't. Open.Dad is not pretending to be forced, he has lived for too long, and these eyes are really not very open.

But under the drooping eyelids, a pair of turbid and yellow eyeballs... didn't emit any light, after all, they were all so old.The old man's eyes turned around, he withdrew his gaze looking at the horizon, and rolled around Fujimine.

"You know a lot." The old man looked up and down Fujimine for a while before he said.

"You always know a lot," Fujimine lay danglingly in a chair, "With the strength and potential of the students in Hexagon, I am afraid that no one can reach the perfect state? Not to mention higher later. It’s not easy for you to know so clearly."

"Living too long, I have always seen things that are not very common." The old man turned around with a smile, and said: "Since you already know the way forward, I am talking too much. But in my opinion Come, your strength, even at this level, is not completely without room for improvement."

"I think I have done my best." Fujimine looked at his father calmly. After he defeated Sanada, his strength has gone further, and his absolute strength has reached the apex of the realm, and he can show The combat power has improved a lot.

He felt clearly, and it was absolutely impossible to go further before he had touched the next level of things.But he couldn't find out. This old man who had lived for at least ninety years might not be undetected.Of course, Fujimine doesn't think that his strength is too strong. He looked at his father with a little eagerness in his eyes, and said, "Then, in your opinion, how can you improve from your father?"

"Racquet." The old man spit out two words, crouched, and walked back to the hexagonal campus step by step.

Fujimine looked at his brows and frowned. The old man's meaning was very clear. This was for him to follow.However, he didn't trust his father that much in his heart. He just wanted to hear what the old man said because he had lived a long time. He may have seen some corners he hadn't seen, and he could make his strength further.

Tengfeng's current strength is definitely enough to touch the third level of "seeing the mountain or the mountain", which is the level of returning to the original.But he doesn't think his strength is too strong, the stronger the foundation, the higher the talents he will build in the future.The stronger the strength that can be displayed at a low level, although it may be more difficult to promote accordingly, it will definitely be able to see farther than others.

Therefore, the father said this proposal to improve strength, of course Fujimine was very concerned.But it’s too funny to talk about rackets. Who doesn’t know, Fujimine’s rackets are specially made from a major European tennis and ski equipment company?Isn't such a racket not enough for him to play, is it to play empty-handed?The problem is that the rules of the game are not allowed.

"You also know that I have always made the rackets of the Hexagon Junior High School players." After all, Fujimine followed in his father's footsteps. The father can't attack him in the dark. This is what the original has proved. Almost every strong senior in the Prince of Tennis sincerely hopes to help the younger generation's strength to increase rapidly, even surpassing them.

Based on this premise, even if the old man's suggestion is wrong, Fujimine will not listen to it, and it will not cause any loss to himself.So he followed his father to an old warehouse behind the hexagonal campus, where all kinds of rackets were displayed.

There are many racquets, some are very old, and some are brand new, but the unity is the old-fashioned racquet system of the old daddy at that time, which is not easy to exert force and eliminate resistance.Fujimine looked at the old-fashioned rackets full of the house, and his heart jumped again. He didn't want to use such old-fashioned rackets.It's not because I'm not used to it, it's because it's so ugly, it's not conducive to the effect of Fujimine's pretense.

"I've lived long enough, and I've spent a long time making a racket. After doing this for so long, I have a bit of my own experience and experience, and I found something that no one else has discovered.

The old man ignored Fujimine's mood and looked at the racket in this room with soft eyes, as if he was looking at his lover and children, full of emotion.His withered hands gently stroked these rackets, brushing them one by one, as if to test their growth. This kind of weird fetish behavior made Fujimine feel a chill.

"I admire this very much, but then again, I have absolute trust in my racket manufacturer." Fujimine looked at the weird look of the old man and said to you, forget it, even if you start from the womb. As a racket, I have been doing it for a hundred years. The problem is that the Austrian Hyde company is also a century-old store. Is it true that scientific methods and multi-person modernization work are no better than a bad old man?

(To be continued.)