“If you want to quit the club, go to the vice president after school today to fill out the form.”

After that, Akaji planned to turn around and leave.

At this time, those first-grade you look at me and I look at you, and they are at a loss.

“Eh, Nakamori, do you really want to quit the club?”

Nakamori picked up his racket and caught up with Akaji outside the court.

“President, I want an explanation, do you…”

Seijuro Akaji turned his back to him, interrupted him, and said with a light smile.

“If it’s so easy to give up, it’s better to quit early.”

Nakamori defended.

“I didn’t have to give up!”

“I didn’t have to give up!”

Nakamori forced tears and roared loudly.

“It’s all forced by you, we keep picking up balls, picking up balls, when is it a head!”

Seijuro Akaji replied rather calmly.

“Probably, until your third grade.”

As soon as Akaji’s words came out, the surrounding second-grade students were desperate.

“What do you mean, President, aren’t we qualified to be the main candidates in the second year?!”

The pupil of Seijuro Akaji’s right eye turned orange, cold and strong.

He turned and looked at the doubtful people.

“Why, don’t you understand?”

“My order is absolute, in Diguang, not only the first grade should pick up the ball, but also the second grade.”

There was muttering inside and outside the stadium, looking at each other.

“Really fake? The president is joking…”

“Do we even have to pick up balls? That’s a bit excessive. ”

Akaji looked serious and sharp, and continued.

“If you want to quit the company, I won’t stop you.”

“But if you don’t have absolute strength, don’t be delusional about getting honor.”

Looking at Seijuro Akaji’s proud back, Nagayama knelt on the ground in disappointment.

He muttered.

“Do you have to pick up balls all the way to third grade… How so…”

After school, Deputy Minister Shintaro Midorima received several applications for withdrawal from the club.

He showed Akaji all the applications, puzzled.

“Akaji, what happened, even the second-year ones have to quit the club?”

Seijuro Akaji put his coat over his shoulder and stood by the window, his face indifferent.

“Success is reserved only for those who wait patiently and have the perseverance.”

“I just separated the dregs with a sieve.”

Midorima Shintaro held up his glasses and frowned, indicating that he didn’t understand why Akaji did this.

But thinking about it, the decision made by Akaji was never missed.

At night, there are more or less people on the streets.

Echizen House.

Before dinner, Echizen Renko and Nanako were busy in the kitchen.

Echizen Nanjiro sat pan on the porch reading a magazine.

Facing the yard.

In the courtyard, Echizen Ryoma was still practicing batting.

“Aunt, I heard that my uncle recently got a job?” Nanako Echizen asked in disbelief.

Echizen Renko smiled gently.

“That’s right. He, ah, finally couldn’t be idle. ”

Nanako Echizen asked instead.

“Has Ryoma had a competition recently, and has been practicing until late these days.”

In the courtyard, the sound of hitting the ball was one after another.

The wall has been dented.

Echizen Nanjiro supported his head with one hand, his eyes glowing with essence.

“Hey, Dad.”

Echizen Ryoma pressed the brim of his hat and asked a little awkwardly.

“Before I preached that my friend’s son played tennis…”

Echizen Nanjiro seemed to deliberately avoid answering, rubbing his stomach and shouting.

“Ah~~~ My stomach is hungry.”

The next day, the final of the regional competition, Diguang vs. Qingxue.

There were several times as many onlookers in the venue as before.

After all, it was the final, and everyone’s enthusiasm was mobilized.

Satorie Horio rested his head with his hands, looked left and looked again, and said smugly.

“In addition to Qingxue and Diguang, there are many people from other schools.”

“We Qingxue deserve to be the first seed, so much attention!”

Takashi Kawamura saw so many people in the venue, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Shuichiro Oishi was also a little uneasy, and his coat was taken off and put on.

Kikumaru Eiji asked with a worried look.

“What’s wrong with you, Dashi? Weird eh today. ”

Shuichiro Oishi replied with a dry smile.

“It’s the final, it’s a little nervous.”

Buji Zhou Suke said with a smile.

“Speaking of which, my sister helped me take advantage of it this morning…”

Kikumaru Eiji stepped forward curiously and quickly asked.

“How’s it going, how was your luck today?”

Buji Shusuke’s eyes opened slightly, and he replied seriously.

“It’s the ‘big culprit’.”

“Huh?” Several people held their heads with expressions like they were approaching a great enemy.

Tezuka Kuni is as smooth as an iceberg, reminded.

“No, don’t make such jokes before the game.”

Buji Zhou Suke said with a smile.

“Sure enough, I still can’t hide it from Tezuka.”

The corners of Kikumaru Eiji’s mouth turned up, accusing.

“It turns out that you lied! Really, it’s so bad. ”

Echizen Ryoma shook his head, indifferent to the childish behavior of the seniors.

But when he raised his eyes, he saw the oncoming team.

“Diguang…”


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