"who are you?!"

"Who the hell are you?!" The two were furious.

"Ah!" As expected of a father and son, they have the same expressions and even speak together. "I am a neighbor who just moved nearby. I came to say hello today. My name is Fuji Xin, please give me some advice!"

"It turns out he's a new neighbor! Boy, he's not bad looking! o(n_n)o Haha!" Nanjiro Echizen laughed.

"Tch!~~~ madamadadana!" Uh...

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"Young man, you seem to know a lot about tennis. Can you play it?"

"Yeah! I know a little bit, but I'm not good at playing." (Xi Huan: Liar!!)

"It's okay if you know how to fight a little. Then you can fight with me. It was too boring to fight with the brat just now." Echizen Nanjiro complained, accepting Ryoma's angry look.

"Oh! Okay, but I don't have a racket."

"It doesn't matter! I have a lot of rackets here. Boy (Echizen Ryoma)! You will be the referee."

"Then...Uncle Nanjiro, please take pictures with mercy."

"Okay, okay! I'll let you serve, o(n_n)ohaha~~~~"

"Thank you, Uncle Nanjiro, let's get started!" Mengxin picked up the ball on the ground, threw it gently into the sky, and waved the racket in her right hand...

‘Pop!’ Offspin serve?!!!

The ball landed behind Echizen Nanjiro, his eyes widened. He didn't intentionally not catch the ball just now. It was not an ordinary outswing serve. As the ball hit it, it kept spinning, and the force was unusual.

Big. If it weren't for his quick eyesight, he wouldn't have known when the ball flew behind him. This boy... is not simple...

"Little Echizen, I seem to have hit the ball just now, but your father didn't catch it. Doesn't it count as a point?" Meng Xin looked at Echizen Ryoma coldly.

"Ah?! The score is 15 - 0." Ryoma Echizen came to his senses. He was really scared just now. This 'boy' who was about the same age as him could actually get a point from the old man.

"Young boy, you're not bad! Who taught you tennis?" Such a powerful serve is not like being hit casually. Which master is better than his samurai Nanjiro? It takes a while to meet that master.

"No one taught me." Meng Xin looked very calm.

“No one teaches???!!!”

"Uncle Nanjiro, doesn't he understand the term 'self-taught'?"

"Understood! But..." But just one serve was already better than a professional one. Was this really made by a 10-year-old child?

"As long as you understand, can you start playing? I don't have a lot of time."

Echizen Nanjiro nodded blankly. He had already changed his grip to his left hand. Are you serious?

'Snapped!'

30-0

'Snapped!'

30-15

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40-15

'Snapped!'

1-0

'Snapped!'

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3-4

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5-6

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"Huu!~~Huuhu!~~~~" The two of them panted.

"Not bad! Little boy, I haven't beaten him so happily in a long time!" Echizen Nanjiro wiped his sweat.

"It's great for you, but I'm very tired. As expected of the samurai Nanjiro, his skills are really extraordinary. But I'm really not in the mood to play with you anymore, I'm very tired." Echizen Nanjiro was stunned for a moment when he reacted.

At this time, Mengxin changed the hand holding the racket to her left hand. "Quick victory!"

"You...could it be..." Echizen Nanjiro, Ryoma and Nanako, who was watching the show next to them, were all speechless. They stared blankly at Meng Xin's left hand, speechless for a moment.

'Snapped!'

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6-6

"do not fight!!"

"Hey! Little boy, you're awesome! Why don't you keep fighting?" Echizen Nanjiro seemed very happy.

"Really? Thanks for the compliment! But I'm very tired! Very tired!! I'm not as strong as you!!!"

"Hey! What a pity! It's obviously fun, but you finally found an opponent, but you are exhausted. Tsk!~~~But you are actually left-handed, and your right hand is so powerful. I really can't tell!"

"oh!"

"You're really cold, young man."

"oh!"
Chapter completed!