"Haha, it's normal, even Kansai and Shloma, have some very different Nathan customs." Ellis Terry waved his hand dismissively, "Not to mention you're not Japanese." He smiled, "If I just listened to you talk, it would be hard to tell."Nathan was stunned, "How did you know?" He and Finn, Porter and Marisa hadn't been standing in plain sight, and they'd been spotted one after another."Carson Boggs is here too." Finn Porter radically skims right over Kanzuki, grinning as he looks aside at Carson Boggs.Although Nathan often felt that Kanzuki's way of thinking was different from his own, he didn't have a bad impression of Kanzuki, just because Kanzuki took care of Carson Boggs, he couldn't possibly have a bad impression of Kanzuki, after all, Carson Boggs may be simple, but the youngster still had his own set of judgment criteria as to whether others were true or false to him. After all, although Carson Boggs was a bit simple, the young boy still had his own set of criteria for judging
"... Why does it feel like I'm not being comforted at all." Ellis Terry had a bitter face.First things first, the revolution, it's about to begin!"The man who goes out there and wins," Dylan says with conviction, "is the man who can only win and not lose." Otherwise, there's no revolution."I sent him back to reflect on himself, " Dylan's usual serious expression, as if he hadn't been the one who'd just ranted in the hallway, "I've got something for you.""Maximize the opportunity?" Dylan frowned, what did Coach Enrique mean by that.And the warmth, where it's just the body."Goff," Carson Boggs said with a deliberate look on his face as he held his racket, "I am not going to lose to you.""Eh!" Louis Ruiz was shocked to see the empty corridor with only pillows left on the floor... there was someone there, and they ran away so fast? !Ellis Terry didn't get to play ping-pong, but on the tennis court, even if it was just a practice match, she had a great time.And sure enough, Dylan
In an instant, all the gentleness in the face of his companions and friends was put away, and on the court, Archer's powerful aura swept across the field like Nathan's storm, without a word of nonsense, "So, let's begin."Gary Bowers had his finger between his eyes, his powers of observation were as amazing as ever, "Looks like the chosen one wasn't the only one who left." In addition to Nathan, several others had disappeared."What about you, Efrain?" Nathan was a little puzzled by his generosity, he'd been assigned to challenge the First Army, and he'd let him go so easily?Nathan's heart was still in the face of the flirtation, his attention, now, all focused on the man who had just entered, "No, thank you, Efrain."He came here to challenge an army of men, why is he waiting for someone else?And Nathan's match was one of the best, if not the best, of all of them.Finn Porter smiled a little, "It's called winning with strength." Nathan, he was afraid that more people would find out
"The game's over, isn't it?" Efrain from the side of the field comes over with a smile on his back. Coach Gideon, who was wearing the NO.4 badge on the newcomer's lapel, agreed to this without any argument, smiling in a way that made it hard to tell what he was thinking. "Yeah." The NO.3 next to him, Watanabe, replied with a smooth smile. The others are back with their badges, but... There's one missing. Nathan didn't answer, he just gripped his racket tightly, stared in the direction of the ball, and hit it back without hesitation. However, the strength of his opponent didn't make Nathan flinch or hesitate, but rather, he became more and more excited by this powerful stimulus. If that's true, then this little guy, Nathan, is even more interesting than he thought. "Huh?" Nathan looked up. "Is it the coaches' idea to have people from each stadium come out to greet you on the way?" The No. 1 of the Japanese Expedition Team, and truly the strongest person in this training program,
Well, now the cleaned uniforms are back in their hands.Holding Zeach's uniform, which he often spat on but actually treasured, Nathan raised the corners of his lips slightly.Gary Bowers raised an eyebrow, "When did Nathan learn to be so out of his depth, huh?" And in the nick of time.The uniforms of each school, which were selected, made the camp colorful and vibrant, with a youthful and enthusiastic atmosphere."Is it possible that everyone in the First Army from No. 11 to No. 20 were eliminated by these junior high school students?" The high school students asked, with deep fear, "That's terrible." They're just junior high school students, but they managed to eliminate the NO.11-NO.20 of this camp.After putting on the uniform, the vice-captain who was always on the move and never allowed to fail seemed to be back.It was difficult to catch such a ball in a hurry. But even so, the yellow ball was held firmly in front of the two of them, and could not be moved any further."So tha
On the world stage, this young man is preparing to take flight in a way that will shock the world. And this kind of tennis is like adding wings to his dreams. "America team wins, 3-2, change sides." During the side change, Nathan's steps remained steady, despite the intensity of his running causing him to breathe lightly. He knew that his tennis had undergone changes and breakthroughs, but he understood that it wasn't enough for the World Cup final. The opponent wouldn't easily give up hope of victory, and there seemed to be something they were hiding from him. With this knowledge, Nathan became even more cautious and determined. He was well aware of the difficulties he had faced to reach this point, and he was determined not to lose here. A newfound feeling of determination washed over him, leaving him with only one obsession—to win! As he lifted his head, the youth's eyes shone brightly, captivating everyone around him. "Today, Nathan looks remarkably different," Aryan from
Nathan just sent a message to the employer. He took a deep breath as he stood in front of the majestic house. It was his 18th birthday, but there was no time to celebrate. He had to work to earn a living and make ends meet. He was a cleaner. He didn't have anyone to fall back on. He raised his fist to knock on the door when it suddenly swung open. Nathan's eyes widened in shock as he stared into the face of his former classmate, Dylan Blanchard. The boy who used to tease him in school, the one who made his life a living hell. And now, he was his employer. "Nathan, what are you doing here?" Dylan's voice was cold and distant, and Nathan felt a shiver run down his spine. "I'm here to clean." Nathan tried to keep his voice steady, but his hands shook. Dylan's voice was filled with amusement, and he laughed loudly. "I can't believe the cleaner I hired is none other than my favorite punching bag from high school!" Nathan felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment as Dylan called out to e
Tears mixed with the grime from the dirty water on Nathan's face as he tried to put as much distance between himself and the house as he could. He felt embarrassed and uncomfortable as he made his way to the bus stop, but he had no other option - his home was too far away to walk, and he didn't have enough money for a taxi. The driver and assistant immediately noticed the odor when he stepped onto the bus. The driver wrinkled his nose and stepped back while the assistant covered her mouth and nose with her hand. Driver: "Sir, you need to get off the bus. The smell is making everyone sick." Assistant: "It's not safe for everyone if you’re on here like this." Nathan tried to explain his situation, but the driver and assistant were not moved. They told him that he would have to leave the bus immediately. Two other passengers on the bus agreed with the driver and added their comments: "Looks like this guy dived the dump. And now he’s a dump guy.”"I don't understand why he got on th