Crying bag girl who bumped into the village brother

"Where did I hear the name of that school?" Irumichi Mifune, head coach of the U-17 Japanese team, who had been watching the game in the building, came over and stood beside the Japanese team members.

Tactical coach Kurobe Yukio came over.

"Where did you hear it?" Kurobe repeated Mifune's words in a low voice.

"Ah, I remembered. Old Zhang said that he has a little granddaughter who is studying in Group 6, Grade [-] of the High School Affiliated to Shanghai University." Mifune slapped his head and called out.Then, as if remembering something bad, he showed another distorted expression. "The old man said that his little granddaughter is very smart, and she will represent China in the Mathematical Olympiad in a few months."

Kurobe was silent for a while, and said, "I had a video with Senior Zhang a few days ago. He heard that I was going to bring U-17, and he also said that if his little girl played tennis, she would definitely be as good as them."

Mifune and Kurobe looked at each other, then looked at Zhang Yuan, little... girl...?

"Senior Zhang?" Kirihara Chi also repeated what he heard from the coach.

Mifune glanced at Kirihara, and said, "Could it be that Lao Zhang is so old that Japanese junior high school students don't even know it?"

"Senior Zhang is the first Asian to win the four Grand Slams, and he also created the age record for the youngest Grand Slam champion in men's singles." Yukimura on the side picked up the words of Coach Mifune.

"Lao Zhang can say that his little granddaughter—the little girl you saw who looks exactly like you—looks according to the standard of playing tennis. After he retired, he brought out three world champions. Terribly accurate." Coach Mifune looked at Seiichi Yukimura meaningfully.

Seiichi Yukimura smiled wryly when he thought of his own physical problems and the attitude of European and American online schools towards his natural physical condition. "Miss Zhang is the granddaughter of Senior Zhang."

Several people were silent for a while, and then saw Sanada come back.

"Yukimura." Sanada kept a straight face, it was hard to see what he was thinking about, what happened with Zhang Yuan just now.

"Sanada," Yukimura said.

"My calligraphy lost to Ms. Zhang." Sanada blushed.

"You're too lax, Sanada." As expected.

"Miss Zhang, please let me introduce you to her." Sanada said shyly.

"Yeah." So you're trying to sell me, Sanada.

"Please, this is my lifelong request from Genichiro Sanada."

"Okay." Yukimura Seiichi managed to suppress a smile on his face.

"Minister Yukimura. If that girl is really Mr. Zhang's granddaughter..." Kirihara stopped in the middle of his sentence.

"I know, Kirihara." For me, this may be a rare opportunity. "Sanada, where does Miss Zhang want me to find her?"

"Starbucks outside the stadium. Here's her phone number."

"Okay. I'm not here, you have to play well, Sanada. You can't serve like you played with Ryoma." Yukimura entered the number into the phone, patted Sanada on the shoulder, and walked outside the court.

Sanada and Kirihara looked at Yukimura's back and trembled, ah, Yukimura/Minister, sometimes it's really scary.

After Zhang Yuan and Sanada had exchanged calligraphy, she remembered that she hadn't seen the future for a while.

Only after she made a phone call did she find out that the future had gone out to eat hot pot.

"I'm going to eat hot pot, are you coming?"

Zhang Yuan was a little angry when he heard that, how could he leave without saying hello?

but……

"I'll come. You order the mandarin duck pot, and I'll bring Yukimura Seichi over later, I'm afraid he can't eat spicy food."

Zhang Yuan: Only delicious food can’t let you down.

Future: A family of three eating hot pot is about to be achieved.