Seiichi: Please call me God

Tokyo Haneda International Airport

Yukimura was carrying a tennis bag and pushing the luggage, looking at the members he had always been proud of.

"I entrust the future of Lihai University to you."

"When you come back, we will give you a satisfactory answer." Sanada replied for everyone, and a few small animals nodded frantically.

"Liu, don't forget to take good care of my stage play. It was agreed that I would be the stage manager, but unfortunately there is no chance." Yukimura is not without regrets, not being able to see the stage play he rehearsed by himself at the Kaiyuan Festival. It is not lost to the regret of not being able to participate in the Kanto competition.

"Don't worry. The chance of a successful performance is 90.00% at [-]." Liu handed Yukimura a black notebook, "I will send you the stills and videos, and send you regular journals, then you can You can rest assured."

Yukimura smiled.

"I will also send you the notes, don't relax." Sanada's eyes were burning, "Don't forget to come back.

"Okay. Let's bid farewell, and we will make a one-year agreement. I will come back to fight with you in a fully healthy body, please wait for me." Yukimura raised a hopeful smile.

All the main candidates (along with the long-lost Mori Kosaburo): "Yes."

"Minister, don't be fascinated by the passionate American girls and won't come back anymore." Mori Kosaburo laughed.

"That's you, senior." Kirihara retorted.

"Alright, you don't need to talk about this kind of thing." Mori Kosaburo waved his hand nonchalantly.

Yukimura took a last look at his members with nostalgia, then turned around and set off with a firm heart.

America, here I come.

This time, I participated in the treatment before the onset of the disease. If Dr. James is really as powerful as in the previous life, I will definitely return without any hesitation. This is my promise.

Parting is for a better reunion.

Come back again, let me dominate the world with you...

……

The New York Institute of Medicine (made up) is a research institute founded by the DuPont family half a century ago with the main purpose of overcoming difficult diseases in the world, which recruits the world's top medical elites.Acute radiculitis, it was here that the previous life was studied by leaps and bounds.Yukimura's attending doctor once told him with regret that if he could come here for treatment before the first relapse, the chance of cure would be greatly improved and the chance of relapse would be greatly reduced.

Yukimura Seiichi is known as the Son of God, a boy favored by God.God really dotes on him so much that he is willing to give him a second chance.

Walking into the New York Institute of Medicine, Yukimura had no choice but to marvel at the grand scale of the place. He came to the front desk and asked, "Is Dr. James there? I'm Seichi Yukimura. I made an appointment a week ago."

The blond American girl was also obsessed with Yukimura's appearance, and it took her a long time to realize: "Wait a minute." As she dialed the phone, she thought regretfully that Dr. James specialized in acute radiculitis, and she didn't expect such a thing. A handsome young man will also be infected.

"Okay, doctor." The front desk lady hung up the phone and put on a formulaic smile, "Dr. James is waiting for you in the reception room on the second floor. Mr. Yukimura, please go this way upstairs."

Yukimura smiled back.

Dr. James was sitting in the reception room, flipping through the materials at hand. According to the data, this young Japanese boy had a good physique. According to the examination, it is still in the early stage of the disease.Thinking of this, he became more confident.

"Butt buckle".

Three polite knocks on the door interrupted James' thoughts.

"Please come in."

Yukimura opened the door calmly, James was taken aback for a moment, and then asked him to sit down with a smile.

"Mr. Yukimura, oh, sorry, I didn't expect your actual age to be so young. In fact, this report only contains your physical data." Dr. Have you found a temporary place to live? In the early stage of treatment, we used more drug treatment."

"Well, I live in an apartment near the research institute."

"Very good, then relax your body for the next two days, and then I will conduct a more detailed examination on you to find out the most suitable treatment method for you." Dr. James said and pushed his glasses. "Also, I heard that you are a tennis player..."

"Yes." Yukimura nodded and smiled.

"To be honest, from a doctor's point of view, I don't recommend that you continue to participate in such strenuous exercise. After all, it will greatly increase your recurrence rate."

James paused: "But I am a fan who loves tennis. I saw your tennis data in your physical examination data, and I understand your hint."

Yukimura's smile didn't change.

"You still want to go back to the court, don't you?" Dr. James saw Yukimura nodded slightly, "So are you ready to undergo harsh treatment? If you want to be an ordinary person, no, it is to go beyond To return to the court with the posture of ordinary people, you must have ten times and a hundred times more patience and perseverance than ordinary people. You must even be prepared to go back to the hospital when this time bomb explodes one day. Then, you have Is this the realization?"

Yukimura's eyes were full of determination, and there was also a kind of sadness that James couldn't understand: "Tennis is me. If there is no tennis, I have nothing."

Even if you have to pay the price of your life.

"Okay." James took out a business card holder from his pocket, took out a silver-edged business card from it, handed it to Yukimura and smiled, "Since you insist on choosing tennis, I guess it's not enough to cure your illness , This is a business card, go find the person on the business card, the best rehabilitation practitioner in the world, and also an amateur tennis coach, I think he can help you."

"Thank you." Yukimura said seriously.

Leaving the New York Institute of Medicine, Yukimura went to the address on the business card, a private tennis club. He guessed that Taylor, who was praised by James, should be the coach here or something.

But when he met Tyler, he realized that was not the case at all.In fact, Tyler Howard on the business card is already 60 years old this year. He is a retired tennis agent.

"Haha, I didn't expect the little guy introduced by James to be so delicate." Taylor laughed.

This private tennis club was actually built by Taylor with his life savings, and it is considered a minor celebrity in New York.The reason why James praised Taylor as the best rehabilitator and amateur tennis coach is because he has been a tennis agent for more than 30 years. Occupation, work harder on rehabilitation.He once trained Joyce Lee, who was known as a king-level 20 years ago. When Joyce declined due to a relapse of an old injury, it was his cultivation that brought him back to life.

Yukimura didn't know the old man in front of him.But he believes there must be something extraordinary about Taylor.

"Hey, Garcia, tell them to empty Court C." Taylor said while turning his head to look at Yukimura, "So, Mr. Yukimura, would you like to do a five-dimensional test?"

"How?" Yukimura asked.

"This is easy to handle." Taylor had a sly smile on his face, he pressed a button on the main console, and immediately the sound of the speaker was floating in the whole club, "Tokugawa Kazuya, Mr. Tokugawa Kazuya, please immediately Come to Stadium C, today's routine challenge opponent is already in place, today's routine challenge opponent is already in place."

Yukimura was stunned when he heard the name of Tokugawa Kazuya, and then suddenly recalled that Tokugawa Kazuya in his youth was training in foreign clubs and participating in tennis competitions in various countries, and did not return to China until the U-17 was recruited. Speaking of it, it was just a month or two later.

"Tukuguwa has participated in many tennis competitions across the United States and won countless championship trophies. He recently returned from Europe and is currently undergoing adaptive training in my club. I think you two will have unexpected gains in a match."

"It's disrespectful." Yukimura smiled confidently.Although he has never had a direct confrontation with Tokugawa Kazuya, he is confident that his own strength, even in the second period of junior high school, is enough to defeat this proud genius.

So let me judge with my own eyes.Tokugawa Kazuya, the average value is unbelievable, a very promising representative of Japanese tennis, what kind of strength do you have?

C course

All the staff are in place, cameras and computers are ready to go.

Tokugawa Kazuya was also a little surprised. During practice games, although there are staff members who will help him record data and analyze physical and technical defects, he has never encountered a neat time here.

At this time, a boy in a khaki sportswear jacket walked in from outside the stadium.

Tokugawa Kazuya sized up his opponent and turned around to open the tennis bag. This young man looked fragile, but so many people were waiting for him, which showed that he was by no means an ordinary person, that is to say—not to be underestimated.

Yukimura raised the corners of his lips, slowly picked up the tennis racket, and walked into the court.

"Hey, doesn't that kid take off his coat?" The female staff who was watching the two beautiful boys confront each other suddenly said.

Taylor narrowed his eyes, the aura of this boy... so familiar.

"WHICH?" Yukimura asked.

"You serve first." Tokugawa replied coldly, and then walked to the backcourt.

Yukimura bent his lips, did he want to test it?

Go ahead.

Yukimura shook the ball in his hand before throwing it vigorously.

"It's too high." Taylor was puzzled.

But if the main players of the Lihai University Tennis Club saw this move, they would not be surprised. Yukimura used this serve to severely shatter Kirihara's desire to win.Their ministers are good at doing things that others cannot.

Of course, experienced people will tell you that when seeing Yukimura's current smile, everyone should retreat consciously.

"boom!"

The moment the tennis ball landed, the staff who recorded the data outside the court hadn't reacted yet.

"What's the speed?" Taylor asked.

"This……"

"227 kilometers."

"It can be regarded as a high-speed serve, but..." Taylor smiled, "How much power is this?"

Tokugawa glanced back at where the ball landed, and looked back calmly at the boy with the white headband, who was still smiling without complacency even though he just made a wonderful serve.

Yukimura's jacket billowed slightly in the wind.

Then, it's time for Yukimura.

Are you ready, Tokugawa Kazuya?

It's time to snipe.