Yukimura, who had just become a primary school student, did not join the tennis club right away.

In his opinion, no matter how strong he was, according to the customs of Japanese seniors and juniors, even if he joined the club, he would probably be doing odd jobs.

He did not want to be in the limelight. He was now in the period of improvement. If there was no tennis club at South Xiangnan Primary School, he might have formed one himself.

However, the tennis club was now more mature in all aspects, and the lineup for the competition was basically stable. It would be inappropriate for him to rashly challenge it.

After discussing with Sanada, he said that the current state of practice in the club was more free and effective than when he joined the club. The best time to join the club was in the third grade, and the gap between seniors and juniors was moderate. It was also the age where he was qualified to be the main player.

Therefore, after the coach asked the two children, he was surprised to find that one joined the school's art club, and the other became the vice general of the kendo club.

"Shinichiro, you challenged the head of the club as soon as you joined the club. You really can't keep your cool!"

Yukimura looked at his good friend with a smile. "It seems that a lot of people were convinced after you announced your name. Have you participated in any competitions before?"

Sanada was changing the tape on his racket. He lowered his head in embarrassment and said, "I participated in several kendo competitions with my grandfather, and I got to know a lot of seniors during the competition."

He paused and said reluctantly, "The age requirement for the kendo level is very strict. You have to wait until you're 11 years old before you can take the first level exam, and 14 years old before you can participate in the preliminary assessment."

Although he said that, he understood that kendo was a test of the heart and could not be rushed. Therefore, he never stopped practicing and meditating. However, when he was asked by Yukimura, he felt that he would be underestimated, so he explained a little.

Realizing that Juvenile Stain was actually very strong in a field that he did not understand, Yukimura could not help but look at Sanada with admiration. "As expected of Shinichiro, you never slack off. How admirable."

Sanada quietly put away the tape on his racket, and a faint blush flashed across his face.

"What about Seiichi? How's the art department?"

Yukimura thought about the huge studio. The room by the sea had a beautiful view. Every time he opened the window, it was as if the studio was located on a beach. He smiled, his face full of joy. "Shinichiro, come with me next time. It's really beautiful. Although there aren't many members, everyone is very friendly. There are usually empty seats in the studio. Shinichiro can come over to play when you're resting."

He adjusted his hairband and walked with Sanada to the basketball court that they usually used.

"Come on, let's play a game!"

After quickly familiarizing himself with his classmates, Yukimura discovered that his deskmate was a boy who looked like the protagonist of a hot-blooded manga.

His hair was sticking up wantonly, and he was called a hedgehog by others.

Fortunately, Takeda Kun had a very straightforward personality. To a certain extent, he was a simple-minded person. He did not mind the harmless nickname of his classmates.

However, every time he was called this name, he would always look at Yukimura with envy, as if the other person's elegant and soft hair was his ultimate goal.

Yukimura felt a little uncomfortable being stared at. He turned around and looked at him helplessly. "Even if you look at me like this, it doesn't help, Takeda Kun." He shook his head, and the hair on his cheeks brushed his face.

The more Takeda looked at him, the more jealous he felt. He could not help but reach out and touch him. "With hair like this, I can't imagine Yukimura Kun's troubles."

So that's all you're worried about?

The surrounding classmates could not help but sigh.

"Well, if you're talking about troubles, of course I have them!"

Yukimura smiled and stared at his deskmate's hand until his deskmate withdrew his hand in fear. Then, he said with satisfaction, "Takeda Kun is very tall, and his body is very strong. I feel like he's very suitable for sports. I'm so envious."

"Yukimura Kun joined the art club. I feel like he's very gentle."

"Men should sweat on the court!"

"Yukimura Kun is different from Takeda Kun, that boisterous boy!"

Yukimura looked at the looks of disdain on the faces of the little girls in his class and could not help but feel depressed.

Am I really that unathletic?

Don't you see the wrist guard on my wrist?

He secretly sighed. He did not intend to remind his classmates that the next class was about to begin.

Two weeks after school started, on an afternoon when everything was basically on track, Takeda Kun mysteriously pulled Yukimura aside. "I heard that today is the tennis club's rookie ranking competition. I have a friend who wants me to watch his match. Yukimura, do you want to come with me?"

Tennis club … Yukimura raised his eyebrows. It was not a bad idea to understand the standards of the club members. But first, he had to go to the next class and call Juvenile Stain.

When the three of them walked to the court together, there were already many people watching the match.

Takeda asked around and found out that before the rookie competition, there was a coaching competition for the head of the club. It was a rare learning opportunity for everyone.

Generally speaking, the opponents of the coaching competition were the next generation's leaders of the fourth and fifth grade. The youth who was preparing by the side of the court looked around while wrapping his hands around the handle of his racket. His gaze paused after passing over a certain spot, and then his eyes widened.

The next head of the fifth grade looked on helplessly as the beautiful purple-haired youth appeared in the crowd of onlookers. Beside him was a familiar boy in a hat. He could not help but feel suffocated. With their abilities, how could they not enter the tennis club?

How could they still have the face to watch from the sidelines?

For a moment, his mind was filled with the scene of the daily practice match where the two shorties gave him eggs a year ago at a certain club.

Those days finally ended after he moved out of the club. Now, it was as if he was haunted by evil spirits. Why was it happening again …

He hung his head dejectedly as he dragged his racket. The head of the club looked at his member in puzzlement. He did not seem to be in a good state today. What happened?

The vice head of the club was filled with righteous indignation as he poured out his old grievances with the kid named Yukimura. He did not realize that the head of the club in front of him had developed a strong interest in the kid.

Such a good kid, how could he not enter the club?

Following his member's gaze, the head of the club gave the kid a kind smile. The kid nodded with a blank expression.

He was not remembered at all. Pine Island.

Perhaps in the kid's eyes, the club's vice head was just one of their former opponents.

Should he play a match and see?

Yukimura did not know that he had been remembered. He glanced at the coach, who seemed familiar for some reason, and indifferently observed the tennis court and the members of the club.

Takeda Kun pointed out his friend to him. The skinny boy was seriously warming up. Unlike the other players waiting for their match, he did not surround the instructional court.

Was he particularly confident in himself, or was he the type to do everything single-mindedly?

The instructional court match was more dull than Yukimura had imagined. Perhaps the head of the club did not intend to steal the limelight from the upcoming newcomer's match, or perhaps he wanted to avoid having too much strength affect the mood of the players.

This match seemed to be evenly matched. Both players were net players, so there was not much tugging at the baseline. The interceptions and short balls in front of the net made the pace of the match very fast, and the points were scored very quickly. In the eyes of the spectators, this was a very hot-blooded and intense match.

However, this kind of performance was not representative. Most of the kids at this age did not have strong net skills. Many of them were stuck at the stage of receiving serve and short rounds.

The two players in the instructional court match were experienced players who had practiced for many years. With their physique and quick reflexes, it was not a small number to have two or three net players in a school.

Yukimura was more concerned about whether there were any particularly good players in the newcomer's match.

There was a problem with his mental strength. He was currently in a confused state, so he urgently needed a match with a suitable person to help him out of his bottleneck.

However, he still did not know what type of person to play against.

When he played against Sanada in the club, because both sides understood each other very well, there were not many unexpected balls. Currently, both of them were perfecting their own playing styles. Most of the time, they were feeding each other the ball to look for a breakthrough, so it was difficult for them to play well.

Yukimura did not want to waste his enthusiasm on tennis, so he did not practice much. Instead, he strengthened his awareness training and maintained the intensity of his daily practice.

Now, he carefully observed the first round of Group C of the newcomer's match. The player on the court was Takeda's friend, Lai Chi River. This person's tennis had piqued his interest.

This was a player with a short stature.

His height was similar to Yukimura's, but his aura was different from Yukimura's. Lai Chi River's presence was very weak. His appearance was ordinary, and he was the type that would be forgotten in a crowd.

However, Yukimura noticed that he seemed to have a different ability on the court.

Several times, the opponent actually sent the ball to Lai Chi River's hands, allowing him to successfully intercept without moving.

The onlookers exclaimed at his fast movement speed. However, according to Sanada's observation, this Lai Chi River was simply standing there without moving.

Why was it that they, who had excellent observation skills and dynamic vision, saw differently from the ordinary audience?

Could it be that Lai Chi River was also using some kind of mental trick?

Yukimura was puzzled. He had never seen such a player before. Even this kind of visual misdirection, if he did not play in person, he was afraid that he would not be able to understand.

This classmate was really interesting.

Yukimura thought about it. If he waited until he was in his third year of college, perhaps he would have completed his evolution. Would he still be able to decipher this trick then?

He suddenly wanted to go down the court and play a game with the other party.

After the end of the newcomer's competition, Yukimura and Sanada waited outside the court. They wanted to talk to Lai Chi River and invite him to a game. However, when the crowd dispersed, they saw the head of the tennis club walking towards them.

"Two newcomers," the sixth-grade boy looked at them with a smile, "Are you interested in playing a game with us?"

Takeda Kun felt that he had been cheated.

Where was the artistic boy?

Where was the melancholic girl?

Who could tell him if his deskmate was the one who had beaten the head of the tennis club to the point that he could not fight back?

Sanada was the only one watching the game. He completely ignored the stupid-looking classmate and focused on watching Yukimura's movements.

He noticed some changes in his friend's movements. Yukimura used a serve that Sanada had never seen him use before. When the opponent's attention was on the ball thrown into the air, Yukimura, who was supposed to hit the ball in the air, turned his body sideways and waited for the ball to fall to a relatively low position before cutting it.

Generally speaking, a cut serve did not have the power of a high-speed ace. The cut serve increased the contact time and area between the ball and the racket, and the ball was given unpredictable rotation. At the same time, it also decreased the strength and speed of the ball. The longer it stayed in the air, the more time the opponent had to react. Although it was difficult to grasp the direction of the rebound, it was not as intimidating as a flat ace. The latter belonged to high-speed gravity and was basically unbeatable by the current elementary players.

However, what Sanada did not see was that Yukimura kept increasing the downward spin while throwing the ball with his left hand. He used his body sideways to increase the swing of his right arm to exert more force. The lower the landing point, the higher the acceleration of gravity of the ball. The result of these three changes was that the high-speed downward spin serve flew a few centimeters above the net. As soon as it passed the net, it quickly turned downward and landed in the receiving area. It bounced heavily twice before returning to the edge of the net.

At this time, the opponent had just stood in position to receive the ball. Before he could react, the racket had moved forward, and the ball only grazed the edge of the racket.

This kind of change serve was not the style of Yukimura, who liked to take the initiative.

He generally liked to use all his strength at the beginning of the game to intimidate the opponent. The powerful inside and outside angle ace was his first choice. The change serve was not a choice in the first game.

However, this kind of serve unexpectedly affected the opponent's mentality.

Sanada nodded approvingly. He felt that Yukimura should be playing this game as a practice match. Was he preparing to develop a powerful forehand cut?

Takeda next to him was a member of the basketball club. However, he also knew a little about tennis because of his good friend Lai Chi River. In his opinion, Yukimura Kun was definitely a master among masters. Although he could not understand the analysis in Sanada's eyes, the difference in strength could be seen from the fact that the tennis director did not break Yukimura's serve even once.

Could it be that Yukimura did not join the tennis club because he thought that the tennis club was too weak?

Although the director's volley in front of the net caught Yukimura a little off guard at the beginning, after losing two games, Yukimura also adapted to the opponent's serve. This practice match ended with a score of 6: 2, and Yukimura did not use any mental attacks.

In his opinion, the director was a solid technical player. His serve was tricky and his tennis defense was good, but his strength and speed were not threatening. He only needed to press the opponent to the baseline to break through. It was really not challenging.

However, in the director's opinion, the freshman in front of him did not use much of his strength at all. His serve was even different, as if he was looking for the most convenient way to hit the ball.

He remembered Pine Island's complaints. Was it because his opponent went easy on him that he was able to win two games?

"Yukimura Kun, you're really good. It's a pity that I didn't see your application to join the club!"

The director, who had always been generous, did not feel embarrassed about being defeated by a newcomer. He had graduated this year and would be leaving the club at the end of the semester to prepare for his exams. He was currently keen on finding new aces. He could not let go of such a good seedling … He glanced at Sanada, who had walked over to give Yukimura a water after the game ended, and then looked at the junior who was only sweating a little. These two were really something.

Even though no one was watching the game, Yukimura knew that he could not hide his strength. The director's smile was a bit like his mother's, and it felt like he was up to no good.

He simply nodded. "I didn't plan to join the club this year, but if I can play doubles with Shinichiro, I can join now."

Sanada was stunned when he heard this, and a warm feeling grew in his heart.

Even though Yukimura was so strong, he still insisted on playing doubles with him. This moved him and filled him with motivation to continue improving.

The director saw the expressions of the two young boys and could not help but sigh. It seemed that there would only be one excellent doubles team in this year's competition.

After the two of them joined the tennis club, the seniors who had heard about Yukimura's strength from the director all curiously played a game with Yukimura.

They were curious about who could win?

They were very curious about the newcomer that the director had crushed, and even a little gloated (especially Pine Island).

And in the following training and the Inter-School Tournament, this doubles team gradually reminded people of the names of the former generals.

Yukimura cherished the time he spent in the junior doubles competition very much. According to his estimation, it would not be long before he would be the first player in the team competition. Splitting up the best players to win was obviously the best strategy.

In their year, other than Sanada Yukimura, Lai Chi River was also very strange. Gradually, the name of the three new monsters spread in the club, and the two of them were overjoyed.

In the fall of the first year of elementary school, the director officially retired and handed over the position to Pine Island.

Yukimura's repeated rejections did not stop Pine Island's decision to make him the vice director. Fortunately, because he was young and there were not many members, he could still share this job with Sanada. And in the competition with Yukimura, Pine Island also rapidly evolved. As a result, anyone in the tennis club who wanted to break through a bottleneck had to play a game with Yukimura. For a time, he became the most popular person.

Another year of cherry blossoms bloomed, and Yukimura was promoted to the second grade.

Under his strong request, even though his sister was not born yet, he no longer stayed at Sanada House. Instead, he went home every day to talk to the baby in his mother's belly.

During the summer vacation in July, the whole family finally welcomed their soft little bun.

His little sister, Yuyi, was an obedient little angel. When Sanada went to Yukimura's house to play, every time he saw the baby, he would recall the demonic acts of Sasuke. This year, his three-year-old nephew ran around the house every day like the wind. The only time that could calm Sanada down was in the morning. Even at night, he was so energetic that it made Sanada jump up and down. As a result, Sanada had to adjust his meditation time to the early morning.

This seriously delayed his school time, so much so that Yukimura found that he would arrive at school earlier than Sanada when he took the tram.

After autumn, his mother's body returned to normal, so she mainly focused on taking care of his little sister. Yukimura was responsible for buying snacks from time to time.

The shop that Yukimura's mother liked was a little far from the school. Ever since Sanada started riding to school, he had to sit on the back seat of Sanada's bicycle every time he went to buy desserts.

At first, Yukimura was a little unhappy. He felt that he was being carried by Shinichiro like a girl. However, he found that he could see great scenery from the back seat, so he was much more satisfied.

After school that day, Sanada told Yukimura that his mother made some snacks and asked him to bring them back to Sanada House for his family to eat.

Sanada Mama was good at light and fruity snacks, which was the taste that Yukimura's mother liked very much.

Yukimura himself also preferred a more elegant taste. Only Yukimura's father liked sweets like a high school girl. He was always teased by his family.

Sitting in the back seat of Juvenile Stain's bicycle and looking at the scenery, Yukimura once again felt that it was a wise decision to choose a small school.

After saying hello to the elders and being pestered by Sasuke to play with him for a while, Yukimura finally carried the snacks to the dessert shop under Sanada's reluctant and helpless gaze.

It was a little later than usual today. It was very likely that the snacks that his mother wanted would be sold out … However, he could still buy some of the snacks that his father liked. It was quite pitiful to always limit his intake for his blood sugar level.

When he arrived at the shop, Yukimura guessed correctly. He sighed as he stood in front of the window and looked at the empty shelves. There were only chocolate doughnuts and cheese cakes left.

Yukimura was about to enter the shop when he heard a voice full of despair.

"No way, why are they all sold out …"

He turned his head and saw a bright red-haired boy leaning against the window and complaining loudly. His forehead and the tip of his nose were pressed against the window. He looked funny and pitiful.

The boy wanted to cry but had no tears. He turned his back and his stomach growled loudly.

"Pfft."

A small laugh came from beside him. The red-haired boy turned his head blankly and saw a person of similar height looking at him with a smile.

"Sorry, I didn't mean any harm. It's just that your expression is too cute."

The beautiful purple eyes looked at him curiously and the delicate face was full of a gentle smile. The only pity was that the curly hair that reached her neck was not long enough to drape over her shoulders.

"Hmm …" The other party seemed to hesitate. When his stomach growled again, she opened the paper bag in her hand and handed over a box that was obviously filled with snacks.

"I don't know if it suits your taste, but it can temporarily relieve your situation."

He blinked and his good impression of this person rose from his heart to the top!

He thanked her without hesitation and picked up the largest sesame seed from the box and stuffed it into his mouth.

From time to time, he would exclaim how delicious it was.

The young boy, who knew his appetite very well, was afraid that he would not be able to control himself and destroy the other party's kindness. When he found that he was no longer hungry, he decisively stopped.

"My name is Marui Bunta. Thank you so much, miss!

Let's exchange email addresses! "