Tennis: Start with unlimited physical strength

"What? Atobe started to be arrogant when I wasn't here? Are you still claiming that Hyotei will win the championship?" Kamisato heard Fuji say this on the phone, and he laughed a few times.

"It's really ridiculous. What he thinks is beautiful. Even if I'm not around, you guys can crush his teammates. Unless his teammates make such rapid progress that even I am surprised."

It’s not that Kamisato underestimated Oshitari, Rokuhe and the others.

It is true that their talents in this area and the rationality and pertinence of their training cannot keep up with their Dongfeng players.

In this world of tennis, both talent and hard work are needed.

And they tried hard, but it wasn't enough.

Talent is not enough.

There is a point in everything, and their upper limit is right there.

Unless there is an unexpected awakening of talent, under Kamari's reasonable analysis, no one in Hyotei can win the game in the hands of Tezuka Akutsu and Fuji.

Even if doubles are given to them, their chances of winning are close to 100%. Just one Atobe can't sustain it. Now it's easy for Tezuka to beat Atobe.

Fuji chuckled and said: "Not to mention, Atobe is very serious. In fact, Oshitari and the others are really working hard, but if they want to beat us, Fudomine is still a poor choice.

By the way Kamiri, after you went to Germany, did you encounter any opponents? Didn’t you go to the World Cup in France?"

"I didn't go, but I really met an interesting guy in Germany. He is also from Japan, and he is studying in other countries here. When I came here, he had just come here for vacation. I will tell you about this later. Tell me, I have made an appointment with him to play tennis every day in the past few days, and I feel much happier playing tennis with him."

"Hey, it seems he is really powerful."

"No, he is being abused by me every day now."

"Ah, then wouldn't it be that... God, you are too cruel?"

"Fuji, you think of him as weak. He has a very strong psychological quality. He is the type that becomes more courageous with every setback. He has been abused by me again and again, but he has a particularly interesting one.

"What?"

"Every time I fight him, I might be stronger than the last time. Do you think it's interesting?"

Fuji was shocked: "I finally understand what you mean by happiness. Such a player is really terrible, but he is abused by you every day and must be injured sometimes. Now he is able to become stronger every time, and his physical fitness must be very good, right? I I want to ask, who is he? Can you recruit our Fudomine?"

"Haha, Fuji, you are also excited when it comes to strong men, right? But he can't come to our Fudomine.

"Why?" Fuji felt a little regretful.

"Because he will return to China to study in high school in April."

"It turns out that he is a high school student. That is really impossible. I have to say that such a player deserves people's attention. He will definitely become stronger and stronger. In the future, he will have a very difficult opponent."

There are too many people who have played against God and become stronger and stronger.

Fuji knows deeply that strong men are always emerging.

And he can't leave behind.

"Okay Fuji, I won't talk to you anymore. It's time for you to go to bed at this time. I'm going out for a run at this time. I'll call you next time when I'm free."

"Okay, hang up then."

"Well, help me say hello to Tezuka and the others."

"Ok, no problem."

After hanging up the phone.

Fuji didn't go to rest.

Instead, he picked up his racquet and went to play ball with his younger brother Yuta.

Yuta will also be entering the first grade of junior high school in April.

And he also wants to join Fudomine and be in a tennis club with his brother.

Now I contact my brother every day, and he is very diligent.

"Yuta, come over and let's have a fight together?"

"Okay bro, I'll get the racquet."

Fuji Yumiko, who was upstairs, saw that she just smiled and watched her two younger brothers play without saying anything.

But the face of the boy playing very dangerous tennis still appeared in her mind.

"This little guy has gone abroad to challenge himself. Haha, the kids playing tennis now are quite unique. However, he hopes he will not be ignored by foreign players.

Abused in God?

It doesn't exist now.

He is going to torture people now.

It was time again for him and the man to have a fight.

In Germany, underground tennis basically does not exist.

Because the official players in this country are too strong.

Underground tennis had no chance of survival.

...Please give me flowers...

Street Net courts are all public courts and there is no possibility of them being occupied.

He came here early in the morning, took out his racquet and was waiting for that person. Moreover, the other people who came with tennis bags did not compete with him for the court, but waited expectantly.

It seemed like they were just here to watch the game, not to play.

"Why hasn't he come yet?"

"A few minutes later than usual."

"Did you get injured yesterday and come here today?"

"It's possible. He has to catch a ball every day these days. He may have been admitted to the hospital."

"Yes, my friend, that's what I guessed too. He has been holding on for so many days and he can't hold it anymore."

A few guys stood together, just like the old ladies on the street gossiping about melon seeds. The person they talked about was the person who was mistreating vegetables every day in God.

"Are you waiting for me?"

A very low voice sounded behind them. Everyone looked back and finally saw the familiar tall figure.

His face looked very thin, even a little depressed.

With broken bangs on one end, it looks even more broken.

If you ignore the tennis bag behind him, you will most likely not think that he is a tennis player.

He is too thin.

"Okay! I'm still here today!"

"Let's see if you are stronger again today!"

"No, no, look how you were tortured by Chuan!"

But everyone became even more excited because of his appearance.

And made a way for him.

"You're here, Tokugawa."

Kamisato, who was flexing his wrists and ankle joints in the court, saw his sparring partner coming and showed an expected smile.

As for the boy he called Tokugawa, his eyes were focused on the weights on Kamisato's wrists and ankles.

"Do you see this?"

Shenli pointed at the weights nonchalantly and explained:

"It's just 1.5kg, don't worry about it.

But it is?

Tokugawa had a dark look on his face.

He was immediately aroused.

"Start making billions!".