Chapter 65: The Involution of the Tennis Club, a Satisfied Sanada

Facing Oshitari's question, everyone at the Street Tennis Court fell silent.

They felt guilty.

Takahashi had never once admitted that he was a person from this Street Tennis Court.

Takahashi had only passed by by chance, played a few matches at this Street Tennis Court, and displayed unparalleled strength.

The others at the tennis court, whose skill levels were extremely poor, then claimed to the outside world that there was a top-tier figure at their tennis court.

Saying it out loud, how much face it gave them!

Although I am not strong myself, our tennis court has a strong player!

And one so powerful it's abnormal!

They had thought that by using Takahashi's name to swagger and deceive outside, they could scare other Street Tennis Courts.

They didn't expect to hit a steel plate this time.

They were forced to have Takahashi come out to compete against them.

How could they know Takahashi's whereabouts? Takahashi had only come to their tennis court a total of 2 or 3 times, a number that could be counted on one hand.

Even if they found Takahashi, they wouldn't dare let Takahashi make a move!

If Takahashi were angered, just think of the deep pit in the ground.

That consequence would be even more terrifying than angering the few people in front of them.

It was not something they could bear!

"A strong person always comes without a shadow and goes without a trace."

"How could the whereabouts of a strong person be something we people could know?"

Suddenly, one of them spoke up.

The others felt this excuse was very reasonable and began to chime in one after another.

Listening to the group of people chattering away together, Oshitari felt it was very noisy, and his head ached.

He grabbed Mukahi, who wanted to go up and argue, and said to him: "This Takahashi is probably just a show-off who doesn't even dare to show up."

"His little brother was bullied, yet he didn't take the initiative to find him; he probably knows his strength doesn't compare to ours."

"This group of people is obsessed with saving face, so there's no need for us to lock horns with them."

"Let's persuade Atobe together!"

Hearing Oshitari's words, Mukahi turned his gaze toward Atobe.

He saw that Atobe's expression was gloomy and stern, his face full of chill, his gaze as sharp as a knife.

"As long as Takahashi doesn't come for a day, I will wait here for a day."

"I will definitely defeat Takahashi with my own hands and become the strongest person at this tennis court."

Seeing that Atobe's fighting spirit had been completely ignited, Oshitari and Mukahi both felt a headache coming on.

The Kanto Tournament was about to begin, and as the Captain of Hyotei, he was now locking horns with an unknown, bluffing small fry from a Street Tennis Court.

It was truly absurd to the extreme!

"Forget it, just let Atobe go ahead and challenge him!"

"The strength of our Hyotei Regular Members is not something the second team can compare to. This time, all the Regular Members will play in the Kanto Tournament. Although it can't compare to Rikkai, there is no pressure to take home a runner-up title."

"It's not like the Captain can't relax occasionally."

"Just treat this match as a little dessert before the Kanto Tournament!"

After a long while, Oshitari finally accepted this fact and spoke.

……

Kanagawa.

Rikkai Dai Fuzoku Chugaku.

Takahashi had just finished a game and was preparing to tidy up and go home.

Seeing that the sky had already turned completely dark, there were few people in the school.

However, the tennis court was still brightly lit.

Takahashi looked at the clock hanging on the wall; the hour hand was already pointing at 7. He looked again at the many people on the tennis court outside who were still doing extra practice.

He felt very strange.

Only Regular Members played in the Kanto Tournament.

If it were the Regular Members burning the midnight oil, Takahashi could still understand.

But why were the ordinary members joining in the fun at this time, doing extra practice instead of going home?

Filled with curiosity, Takahashi walked out of the office, preparing to go to the tennis court to find out what was going on.

He saw some members still doing swing practice, counting numbers loudly while swinging.

"4996, 4997, 4998……"

Good grief, not going home late at night, practicing swings here, they were already at nearly 5000 times and still not stopping.

The "bang," "bang" sounds of tennis balls kept entering Takahashi's ears.

It turned out that some members were playing practice matches on the adjacent court.

Takahashi could still understand all of this.

What puzzled Takahashi the most was that a group of people had gathered under a tree, holding books and muttering something.

Takahashi walked closer and only heard.

"Heavenly timing is not as good as geographical advantage, geographical advantage is not as good as human harmony,... the city walls of seven li..."

Takahashi:?

Why did he feel like he had returned to his middle school days?

Reciting classical texts every single day.

Enjoying the fear of being dominated by classical Chinese!

But this is Japan.

Why read the famous works of the Dragon Kingdom?

"What are you all reading?"

The sudden voice startled them.

They looked up and saw it was Takahashi.

These club members hurriedly greeted him, saying, "Hello, Captain!"

"This was distributed to us by Vice Captain Sanada, telling us to read and recite it daily, saying it could greatly improve our strength."

As they spoke, one of them handed over the book in their hand.

A large "Mencius" came into Takahashi's view.

Good! Very good!

Takahashi was almost amused to the point of anger!

He had previously felt that Sanada was under a lot of pressure.

To prepare for the arrival of the Kanto Tournament, Sanada had increased the daily practice time for Regular Members by 2 hours, and even deprived them of their only remaining day off each week.

As if that weren't enough, now they even have to read the famous works of the Dragon Kingdom.

What's next, are they going to burn incense and pray to the Buddha, pray to the Jade Emperor, pray to Jesus, and pray to Allah!

Then pick an auspicious day, bathe and change clothes, fast for three days, and then go participate in the Kanto Tournament!

Takahashi really could not understand Sanada.

Even if one needs to respect the competition, the strength of their own team is already there.

Taking it a little seriously is enough; there is no need to make it like this.

Is the pressure really that great?

Soon, Takahashi found Sanada's figure on the Court.

"Vice Captain Sanada, why do our club members have to read 'Mencius'?"

Takahashi asked straightforwardly.

Sanada looked at Takahashi strangely and said:

"Isn't this what you said?"

Takahashi was full of question marks.

"Captain, do you still remember the theory of 'Heavenly timing, geographical advantages, and human harmony' that you told me about back then?"

"I have carefully studied this theory and gained some insights; applying it to my practice has actually had twice the result with half the effort."

"The culture of the Flower Kingdom is profound and vast; it is not something I can easily comprehend, yet just by grasping one point of it, my progress has been this great."

"Therefore, I told everyone in the Tennis Club about this training method, hoping they could also gain some insights from it."

"Come to think of it, I have to thank you, Captain, for your selfless sharing."

Takahashi raised an eyebrow as he listened to these words.

He had originally come to question Sanada, but he did not expect to be given a "good guy" card.

"Then, what about this group of people doing extra practice on the Court?"

Takahashi asked.

Sanada replied very sincerely: "Everyone found this theory very novel and all volunteered to stay behind to train, so as to better understand its meaning."

"..."

Takahashi did not know what to say.

"And there is Kirihara, who said that ever since he heard the Captain's teachings, he has had a sudden enlightenment and a breakthrough in understanding; for the past few days, he has been voluntarily adding at least 3 hours of practice every day."

Sanada continued, his tone full of satisfaction.

The Tennis Club had never been this harmonious before, with everyone from top to bottom voluntarily and actively increasing their practice time.

There was not a hint of dissatisfaction.

There was not a hint of complaint.