I'm Fujitsu

This person is really not a disciplinary committee member.

So He Qing watched a realistic magic show on the spot. When the magic was dismantled, the discipline committee member became his deskmate, classmate Niwang.

Climbing over the wall is a no-go, because Renwang wants to go out to play together, otherwise the teacher will be reported.

After thinking about the appearance of Nioh with a cigarette in his hand, and thinking about the power of Fujiko Yumiko's palm to make Yuta retreat several steps, He Qing decisively stepped off the wall.

First, I went to the Calligraphy Department and walked around. The place was as peaceful as I imagined. There was a pot of tea quietly on the table. When I got closer, I could clearly smell the fragrance of tea coming out of it. There were competitions as soon as the school started, so Many members are working hard here.

Most of the students held brushes in their hands, and white rice paper was spread in front of them. Almost everyone had an old-looking pen holder, which seemed to be the case at first glance.

Most of them were immersed in their own thoughts, and some of the tables with books next to them seemed to be imitating, but the sweat dripping from their foreheads showed that their imitation was not so smooth.

If you get close, you can clearly see the characters on the book, and He Qing's eyes will inevitably stay longer. Not everyone can recognize the cursive Chinese characters. Just judging from the characters on the rice paper, this student is just drawing from a gourd. ladle.

The stadium is not far away, and the girl's shouting voice can be faintly heard through the closed windows. He is the only outsider in the room. There is an application form for membership on the table in front of him. Looking at the form in his hand, He Qing walked to the vacant seat at the side, ready to write the application with a brush.

There is always someone who can't help but destroy the peaceful atmosphere. After the door was pushed vigorously, the door panel hit the wall behind and made a "clang" sound. This was undoubtedly a thunderclap on the ground. His hand holding the brush Just like that, it stopped in mid-air.

Many unlucky children whose hands trembled in fright due to the loud voice caused flaws to appear on the entire text, so they united the front and killed this rude guy fiercely with their eyes.

As soon as he looked at the person's face, He Qing felt familiar. After all, not everyone can have curly hair.An irritable and confused little guy playing tennis, I saw him patrolling the room, and then stared at him with his unruly eyes: "Qingxue is the best, I want to challenge you!"

The best of Qingxue?Lihai University actually got in with the students of Qingxue?This sentence was extraordinary, and everyone looked at He Qing.

Calligraphy is also a competition, and it is not unheard of to go to other people's schools to check their strengths. Everyone's eyes are full of surprise, and He Qing's face remains unchanged.

"I've already transferred to Lihai University in the third year, so don't call Qingxue Buer anymore, classmate."

Third grade?Kirihara had only met Fuji Shusuke a few times before, and knew in his heart that he was a senior, but it would be strange to call him a senior in a proper manner, besides, he came here for a challenge, as expected, he licked his tongue around his lips No matter how you look at the eyes, there are some malicious intentions: "Minister Yukimura said, as long as I can win you, I will be the main candidate, so, no two, let's fight."

He Qing: "..."

He had no doubt that if he didn't agree to play with this guy, that guy would definitely go somewhere. He has the background to play tennis, coupled with good physical strength. After a moment of pondering, he nodded: " I hope you will show mercy."

There are many visitors around the tennis club. Although Kirihara is not the main candidate now, there are already many girls who have formed his support team because of his strength. Naturally, Kirihara is not someone who is used to communicating with girls. As soon as I pulled it, a sentence came: "It's so noisy!"

The grandeur of the tennis court really made He Qing amazed. Because there are regional competitions, tennis players are exempted from death by not attending classes. Can those who come to support them not attend classes?

Seeing that He Qing stood still and seemed to be thinking about something, Yukimura smiled slightly, and then walked over: "Since there is going to be a competition, please be sure not to show mercy, and don't let the younger generation be arrogant." He looked very serious on his face, Let the people around him also have such an appeal, Sanada pulled the brim of his hat and whispered: "Please."

In fact, as long as Sanada is pulled out to take a walk with Kirihara to see the outcome, they will know what they mean by pulling an outsider into the game?He Qing glanced back and forth between several people, and saw the hidden fear hidden deep in Qieyuan's eyes, and he, who was good at reading other people's thoughts, quickly understood the reason.

I'm afraid the three mountains are too high, and Kirihara can't see others because of the pressure. His goal is to surpass these three giants. Yukimura probably wants him to understand that there are people beyond people.

So He Qing smiled at Kirihara, and said in a calm voice: "Then ask my junior to teach you a lot."

The racket is Yukimura's. That guy seems to be the type who doesn't shoot often, but he is amazing when he shoots, because the surface of the racket looks very clean and there is little wear and tear, and he is watching Sanada's sweaty training. Sitting aside with a coat on and watching with a smile on his face, you can tell.

He Qing thought that playing tennis with the aborigines in this place where tennis has been practiced since childhood was a tough battle, but the moment he picked up the racket, he knew he was wrong. His right hand trembled slightly due to excitement, and He Qing looked down. Looking at the right hand, there is indeed nothing wrong with it, it is trembling.

Loving tennis has become an instinct. He Qing doesn't understand the feeling when he deeply loves something, but looking at those boys with shining eyes in the distance or nearby, there is no doubt that he loves this sport deeply, so It took so much sweat.

At the beginning of the game, he was not used to it, but his body was very familiar with the tennis style. After losing a game, he kept adjusting while playing. After a few games, he was able to master these styles proficiently. .

As the saying goes, a man is not arrogant when he wins, but Qieyuan is still too impatient. He subconsciously thinks that the first few rounds can represent a person's level, but he doesn't know that most of them are hiding his strength (heavy fog). Seeing him, he can't help but smile, and close his eyes The boy shook his head.

After losing the first round, he would only be in a hurry, but after the second round, his mood began to fluctuate. By the time the venue was changed, his eyes had completely turned red, which surprised He Qing slightly.

These days, can the color of eyes change by themselves?Looking at the other person's appearance, the whites of his eyes also turned red.

With the release of Kirihara's knuckle serve, He Qing put away his carelessness and began to be cautious. His strength and speed have all increased, which is really surprising. It's too shameful to just call his knees at every turn.

"Dye me red too!" With five fingers holding the ball tightly, the ball made a 'click' sound when it was unbearably squeezed, and then it was hit hard by the racket to the opposite side.

The trajectory formed by the ball in the air, the exact position of the ball, the angle at which the ball falls, and every step must not be wrong, because the speed of the ball is too fast, and people with good eyesight usually have the illusion that one ball is divided into multiple balls, so in multiple balls Finding the real ball can be difficult.

He Qing's dynamic vision has always been very good, and he is not short-sighted. Generally speaking, the better the dynamic vision is, the harder it is for a person to hit the ball back. Therefore, when the racket made a slight sound when it made contact with the tennis ball, Kirihara couldn't help but stare blankly. His eyes, which were already so big that they couldn't get any bigger, then the ball rolled under his feet.

At this moment, everyone except Yukimura Sanada couldn't stand up any longer, they all said something quietly, and then made some voices like "So you're a genius".

Kirihara gritted his teeth a bit: "I don't care if you are a genius or not, I will completely defeat you!"

He Qing has always abided by the saying that coming and going is not indecent, otherwise it would not have been called a vengeance in the early years. The knuckle serve is also called an irregular serve, but it is slightly modified on the basis of the irregular serve. That's all.

Carefully recalling Kirihara's posture just now, he combined his body's perception of tennis with ease, tightly grasping the tennis ball, and he assumed the same serving posture as Kirihara, which made the people watching around secretly exclaim, Yukimura He also stood up from his seat quickly, his eyes fixed on this side tightly.

The breeze blew over gently, blowing part of He Qing's hair to his cheek, covering half of his face, while the sharp blue eyes on the other side were looking at Kirihara, who was already a little dazed, what? Didn't say anything, the racket moved.

Kirihara, who has always disrupted the rhythm of others with irregular serves, finally got a taste of his own serve. The only difference is that this serve just passed against his cheek.

Sometimes it is easier to break your own ball than to break someone else's ball, because you can concentrate on breaking others, but you can feel overwhelmed and even frustrated when you hit your own good serve through the opponent's hand.

Kirihara just lost his rhythm in a panic. He accidentally moved the wrong position without paying attention to his feet. The irregular serve immediately hit his knee without mercy, and then he screamed and fell on the ground. on the ground.

"4...4:1" The jackal Kuwahara, who acted as the referee, was taken aback for a moment, and then hurriedly reported: "Fuer leads."

It's just a private match. At this point, it can be seen from Kirihara's expression that the match cannot be carried out. He Qing took the lead and walked to the bench for rest. He turned to Yukimura and said, "That's it." Let's stop."

Sanada next to him looked at Kirihara in the arena, seeing his bewildered face, the veins on his forehead popped up: "Kirhara, lose the game and run 50 laps!"

They knew in their hearts that the current Qieyuan didn't have the ability to defeat He Qing. He Qing's mental and physical qualities were much better than Qieyuan's, but they had to give him an incentive to work harder and harder, so that he wouldn't be defeated because his opponent was too strong. Powerful and flinching.

When Kirihara went running laps in despair, Yukimura was lobbying He Qing to join the tennis club. If Yukimura only wanted the other party to join the club before, then after watching this game, he wanted to try to draw the other party into the club. Ministry.

"Fu Er, I hope you can come to the tennis club." Sanada also changed his attitude of not having any concern for himself, and opened his mouth: "Let's complete Lihai's third consecutive championship together."

"Three in a row..." He Qing turned his head and looked around. Everyone in the tennis club was staring at him, and there was something in his eyes that he had never seen before. Is that... longing?If the owner of this body is still there, it will be one of them, right?Run for your dreams.

"No two, we are waiting for you in the national competition."

Suddenly, I remembered what the children of Qingxue said when they said goodbye, the national competition?See you at the Nationals then.

He Qing smiled, this smile made his already gentle and handsome face much more colorful, and he only heard him respond: "Okay, then wait until I become the deputy minister."

There was a moment of silence in the venue, followed by cheers and whistles. Nioh Masaharu put a hand on his partner's shoulder, looked at the eye-catching person with some eagerness, and whispered: "No! Second, seize power quickly, I really don’t want to be hit by the deputy minister’s fist anymore, puff!”

On the other hand, Liu Sheng gracefully pushed his glasses down. He always had a premonition that the tennis club would be in dire straits...

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(Note: Calligraphy is also called Calligraphy)