SFS Chapter 104 Redefining the Values of Victory, Maori's Awakening Day
Chapter 104 Redefining the Values of Victory, Maori's Awakening Day
call!
at the same time.
Genichirō Sanada on the opposite side also completed his follow-up swing.
The whole person is domineering and unparalleled!
The eyes hidden under the baseball cap flashed with silent anger.
He clearly possesses a strong talent, but he wastes it at will.
This is exactly like myself back then.
Just self-righteous!
"Keeping a treasure like a cesspool is a waste of money."
"Saito and Kurobe really have nothing to do. Inviting high school players after the autumn rookie tournament is a time-tested strategy."
"The consequence of making an exception is becoming a negative example."
Just at this time.
Mifune Irido sneered.
He didn't care about Mori Jusaburo's thoughts at all and just started to sneer.
As the saying goes, jade cannot be made into a useful object without being carved.
Even if yours is imperial green or glass type, don't carve or dig it.
In the end, they can only lie in the wilderness or in the sand and mud like stones on the roadside.
At this moment.
In cases like Mori Hisaburo's, drastic measures must be taken.
Of course.
The prerequisite is that everyone in Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School can achieve this.
It seems like looking for trouble, but in fact it is training and taking advantage.
"Stop talking!"
"I'm not a negative example!"
It seems to have hit the nail on the head.
Maori Jusaburo shouted directly with a serious face.
but.
He is actually quite confused now.
Not long ago, I was in the tennis club of Rikkai University Affiliated Junior High School, preparing for the upcoming Kanto Tournament.
But unexpectedly, I received an invitation to the Neon U-17 training camp.
At first I thought it was because of my own excellence.
But after entering.
A few days later, he was thrown into the mountains.
And now he is being easily scored by his former junior classmates.
All these changes really caught him off guard.
boom!
Hisaburo Mori serves again.
This goal was full of complex emotions in his heart.
Unfortunately, it's still a little off.
It didn't take long.
Mori Jusaburo's serve game ended abruptly under such circumstances.
"Almost, almost, why is it always just a little bit?"
"Is it really true that I haven't made any progress?"
"Or has Sanada made more progress?"
"Yes! It must be!"
His thoughts became increasingly confused, and he kept muttering to himself.
Even at this time, Mori Jusaburo was still trying to make amends for himself.
"Mori-senpai."
"I'm lazy, I skip training, and even when I do train, it's pretty much the same."
"That's why we always fall short at the critical moment."
Sighed.
Genichirō Sanada said in a deep voice.
For now.
He wasn't even giving it his all.
"Knew it..."
"I'm not cut out for tennis..."
"That's it. I give up and I won't play tennis anymore."
next moment.
Maori Jusaburo smiled and threw the racket in his hand directly to the ground.
He bowed to Mifunerudo.
Then he walked straight down the mountain.
The back figure that seemed relaxed and carefree now had a gloomy look on its face.
call out!
boom!
A tennis ball hit directly in front of Mori Jusaburo.
A deep pit was immediately blown out.
"Do you really think the U-17 training camp is a hostel? You can come and go as you please?"
"Do you really think this is a perfect outcome?"
"Then how will you repay those hard-trained opponents you defeated?"
"Just because of your unappreciated talent, you're going to waste the opportunity they've been training so hard for day and night?"
"Please, you're not the chosen one who can be invincible just by making jokes, eating, and sleeping. Stop complaining about yourself!"
Mifune Nyudo cursed with an unhappy look on his face.
And the ball just now was the one he signaled Kijujiro to hit.
tread......
Stop before the deep pit.
Maori Jusaburo stared blankly at the tennis ball in the pit.
The once vague memories of the opponent gradually became clear.
The unyielding voices seemed to echo in my ears at this moment.
"Damn it... I'm so unwilling..."
"I will definitely train harder and one day I will defeat you!"
"So what if I'm talented? Even if tennis is a game of talent, I'm going to give 999% of my effort to close the gap!"
"..."
at the same time.
The Rikkai University Affiliated Junior High School tennis club members train daily, their sweat spilling...
Everything becomes clearer.
"hehe......"
"I'm such a terrible guy!"
"A pretentious coward and lazy wretch."
"Even when Yukimura got sick, I just felt pity for him..."
drop!
It was like tears dripping onto the ground.
Maori Jusaburo spoke in a hoarse voice with a slight sob.
The throbbing in my heart, which was immersed in the haze, gradually ignited a spark.
"Inhale...exhale..."
After taking several deep breaths.
Wipe away the tears with your arms.
Then he turned around quite resolutely and strode towards Mifunerudo.
"Head Coach Mifune."
"Please let me work hard here!"
next moment.
Maori Jusaburo bowed 90 degrees to the other party and spoke loudly and seriously.
It's like trying to wake up the sleeping self.
"Humph!"
"What did you do early?"
"Do we have to let those brats win the game?"
"Hurry up and take the bucket and go down the mountain to get me some water."
"And then wash the pile of loincloths over there."
Rolling his eyes, Mifunerudo snorted coldly.
That expression was as unhappy as it could be.
"Yes!"
The words fell.
Maori Jusaburo quickly ran down the mountain carrying the wooden bucket.
"I hope I can hold on."
Looking at the back of Mori Jusaburo, Yanagi Renji murmured softly to the people at Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School.
There was a slight glimmer of anticipation in his eyes.
"What a sharp turn!"
Yamato Yuta said with a faint smile.
"To put it bluntly, it's just laziness."
"The values of winning were not properly established."
“After being whipped by reality, I finally woke up.”
Adjusting his glasses expressionlessly, Nakagawa Naigaimichi said coldly.
“That’s what’s called awakening.”
Oni Jujiro beside him added solemnly.
And this time.
Kirihara Akaya, who was not far away, also looked over.
It would have been fine if I hadn't looked at it, but when I did, I was almost scared.
I even thought I was seeing things.
But when I looked at it again after rubbing it a few times, there was no change at all.
"No way?"
"Do you have to have such a contrast?"
"'Super scary from head to toe' senior, was he actually moved to tears?"
"Is my tear gland a little too developed... Ugh... Gulp..."
Before he could finish, Kitagawa Nao took out a bottle of red water from his pocket and poured it into Kirihara Akaya's stomach.
Then he fainted.