Chapter 88 Atobe Keigo and Street Tennis

Doral Mancha Tennis Club.

on the field.

“The posture of holding the racket is wrong…”

“The tiger’s mouth is aimed at the junction…”

Atobe Keigo corrected the posture of Shuji Tsushima’s grip.

“Try to swing.” He said while standing beside him with his arms crossed.

So Shuji Tsushima waved his bat.

“The fastest way to learn is actually actual combat…” Atobe Keigo looked at the opponent’s standard swing.

“Want to play a game with me?” he asked politely.

She knew in her heart that the other party would not refuse.

“Okay!” The pale, sad-eyed boy nodded.

Shuji Tsushima: Come, let me see your special effects tennis/shark tennis.

Atobe Keigo’s obsession with winning and losing is outrageous.

Although it was a guide competition, he still hired someone to be the referee.

Shuji Tsushima: …audience +1

…

However, Atobe Keigo was really playing a coaching match with him, and the end of the game was that… Shuji Tsushima didn’t see the legendary Shark Tennis.

It’s just a mediocre serve, at most an ordinary serve with a little more strength and speed.

Tsushima Shuji, who wanted to vomit two mouthfuls of blood to express his gratitude: … I’m too embarrassed to vomit blood.

“What’s the matter? Can we continue?” Seeing him stop, Keigo Atobe stopped serving and stepped forward to ask.

“Of course, please continue.” The boy bent his legs, and his hands tightened.

“Then…it’s done.” Atobe Keigo said, jumping high and hitting the ball in the air.

The black-haired boy moved quickly to the front of the net, caught the ball, and hit back.

“6-5, the winner Atobu.” The referee who was sitting beside said loudly.

Tsushima Shuji: … let the water go back to the water, and I don’t want to lose the coaching competition, as expected of you.

The black-haired boy was on the verge of falling, but he held on to his demeanor and sat down gently until he reached the resting seat, exhaling.

“As a beginner, I admit that you are quite talented.” Atobe Keigo walked over to him and handed him a glass of water.

Tsushima Shuji took the water and found that it was still a cup of warm water.

Shuji Tsushima: Falling into silence…

It turns out that you are such a caring person?

“Thank you, Senior Atobe…” The boy was holding the cup in both hands, his body was trembling, but his hands were very stable.

“I’m… really happy today…” He raised his head, showing a faint but contented smile, and there seemed to be light in his melancholy eyes.

Tsushima Shuji: Vomit-/It’s super loud!

Fake, fake, fake, how can you be happy! The **** who disturbed my peaceful suicide! You monkey mountain king! !

“Ah, of course, this uncle is the most gorgeous.” Atobe Keigo said as a matter of course.

Tsushima Shuji: …Does what I just said have anything to do with gorgeousness?

“Senior Atobe… How did you train before?” the boy asked hesitantly.

“This uncle is of course a combatist…” Atobe Keigo said publicly.

“I heard that when Senior Atobe was in junior high school, he competed with people on many street tennis courts, and he even challenged Li Haida by himself…” The boy said with a slightly longing tone.

“It’s great, a person like Atobe-senpai who can do whatever he wants…” It’s someone I can’t become in my life.

The young man looked lonely, but quickly regained his strength.

“Sorry, I should…” Go back.

Tsushima Shuji: Go back and continue to lie on my road?

“If that’s the case, why don’t you experience it yourself.” Atobe Keigo suggested.

Tsushima Shuji: Uh… this is inappropriate, right?

…

In the end, the two people who put on the same black hoodie came to the street tennis court.

Looking at all kinds of people carrying tennis rackets.

Shuji Tsushima: …

As for why you put on a sweater…

“What do you think of the news that the Tsushima family in suits and the young master of the Atobe family appeared on the street tennis court and played against their opponents?” Keigo Atobe suggested.

“…Actually, I don’t mind appearing in the newspaper with Senior Atobe.” The black-haired boy was stunned for a while, but he didn’t care, and said naturally.

Tsushima Shuji: I am not alone in the shame~

“I don’t want to be casually reported by those guys… Forget it.” Atobe Keigo sighed with a tear on the mole.

“Want to try doubles?” he asked.

“Can you?” Tsushima Shuji tilted his head.

“Okay… Who do you want to play with them?” Atobe Keigo held the tennis racket and pointed at the people around him at will.

Tsushima Shuji looked around at the people around him.

“Just them.” He picked two people at random.

They are all adults about 1.8 meters tall.

But he was still dressed as a bad boy.

“Then let them.” Atobe Keigo’s opponents are not picky, anyway, he just accompanied Tsushima Shuji for a while.

If the opponent is too strong, Tsushima’s body will not be able to last until the end of the game.

Otherwise, he would take him to play with the people from Lihai University or Youth Academy.

He sighed silently.

“Want to compete with us?” He took the initiative to ask the two bad guys.

The two bad guys looked at Ajibe Keigo, and then at Tsushima Shuji.

The two of them were wearing such large sweaters, their hats even covered their faces, and they looked sneaky.

No matter how you think about it, you can’t go anywhere…

Unless the strong come to abuse the vegetables.

However, these two don’t look alike.

“Of course, we are very strong, boys.” One of the bad expressions said fiercely.

Tsushima Shuji: …I always feel like I’m bullying people…

He looked at Keigo Atobe wearing a hat.

But in the end…

Tsushima Shuji fought against the two of them by himself and was a great success.

The two bad guys ran away crying.

“Senior Atobu hasn’t moved at all, it’s not doubles at all.” The young man complained shyly.

“Because I discovered your strength, it’s enough to deal with these two people.” Keigo Atobe said publicly~www.readmtl.com~ Tsushima, you are very talented, and being praised by this uncle is something to be proud of. ‘ he said proudly.

Tsushima Shuji: Thank you.

“It’s a great honor…” Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a 1.9-meter tall man with pigtails twisting open a bottle of juice with one hand.

A few thin boys on the side looked at the strong man tremblingly.

Shuji Tsushima: …

“Senior Atobe…” He had a serious expression.

“Huh?” Atobe Keigo raised his eyebrows.

“It’s better for us to leave quickly.” He suggested seriously.

“I can’t leave if it’s too late.” He sighed.

“Then let’s go first…” Before Atobe Keigo could finish speaking, a figure suddenly fell to the ground.

Immediately, the audience fell into panic.

Atobe Keigo:…

“Is this the reason?” Atobe Keigo took out his mobile phone with a deep expression and called the police.

“Senior Atobe…” Tsushima Shuji couldn’t help vomiting blood.

“If I faint after a while, please don’t tell Butler Tanaka, just send me back to the apartment.” The boy said, spitting blood again.

“I’m very happy today, thank you, Senior Ajibe, for willing to take me to the competition…”

“So… I don’t want to cause trouble to Senior Ajibu.” As the boy spoke, blood kept pouring out of his mouth. He stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, but the blood kept spilling out from between his fingers.

The police car team whistled.

The boy fell down.

Quick-eyed and fast-handed, he grabbed the opponent’s Atobe Keigo: …

Mr. Ben… shouldn’t I take Tsushima to play tennis?

Tsushima Shuji: I’ll leave the useless police to you~ I’ll go to bed first! good night~

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