Vol 10 Chapter 34: Mu Lin's Support Group

Even if Mu Lin looked at it, in normal circumstances, Coach Kato would have to endure this kind of thing.
But now the more I think that Ryoma has already taken action, things will naturally not end so easily. Sure enough, Echizen Ryoma was behind Sasobe standing on the field. The situation of the game is simply one-sided. If it is put on the battlefield, it is nothing wrong with calling it a massacre.
Sasobe didn't even win a point from start to finish.
"Damn it! This kid from the middle school student. How could it be possible that we didn't get a point from beginning to end?"
"Ah! It hurts!" Sasobe suddenly hugged his feet and sat on the ground.
"Ah? What's the matter? Sasobe."
"It looks like a muscle strain..."
At the end of the day, Sasobe also suffered muscle strains due to insufficient warm-up exercises before. If this is replaced by a TV drama plot, I am afraid the only adjective is the cycle of heaven and retribution. Mu Lin was very happy to watch the play. I also wondered whether to buy some melon seeds and watch the play while eating melon seeds.
However, he didn't expect Echizen Ryoma to bring his newly-received school uniform. After defeating Sasobe, he took out the school uniform and put it on his unopened pocket.
"A formal player in Youth Academy?"
Echizen Ryoma: "If you don't do enough warm-up exercises, you will easily strain your muscles!" Mu Lin smiled and shook his head after hearing this. This mockery is quite enough. But it sounds relieved. In fact, Mu Lin thinks that he was like this at the beginning, but time, this thing is like water, it will gradually polish all the edges and corners of a person, and now he has no such temperament. .
Sasobe: "Is that the rumored first-year official player..." Just listening to his voice can hear his thick and incredible.
Echizen Ryoma: "Yeah! Uncle." Several first-year students ran over and surrounded him. In fact, from this perspective, he has the kind of leadership charisma that brings people together anyway.
Although it is said that I only came here with Guang Yoko today, after watching such a good show, Mu Lin felt that his trip was worthwhile. But also because of such a change, the two of them were basically in no mood to play. So I packed up early and went back.
In the next few days, apart from sending Guang Yoko on the plane, there was nothing bigger. Mu Lin is nothing more than going from home to school every day, then attending classes in school, reading books in the library, participating in tennis club training, and then returning home. There is no wave of life, but Mu Lin likes it very much.
In fact, Mu Lin rushed to the tennis club just after class, and after getting dressed in the locker room, he came to the court.
Even outside the stadium, I heard the noise inside.
The sidelines were surrounded by a lot of support teams from the youth tennis club players who came to cheer. In fact, there have always been such a group of people outside the tennis club. Even when Mu Lin was still in the first grade, it was no surprise that Mu Lin actually had a support team.
For a long period of time, even Mu Lin himself didn't know that he still had a support group—if it wasn't for two girls who came to him to sign on the street once. Just when the two girls asked him for autographs, he just drew words from the two girls by the way. It turned out that this support group had already been established when he first entered the school gate on the first day, but maybe it was influenced by his character, or there was something else. Anyway, this support group has always been in a kind of diving. Status, the team’s organizer’s request for the members of the support group is not to disturb the idol’s life, and if you like idols, don’t cause trouble to them. Anyway, according to the two girls, they would go to the scene every time they played, but they would not cheer up too enthusiastically, just watching them silently. In fact, Mu Lin didn't understand this mentality, but this kind of practice of the support team did save him a lot of trouble, so he just let it go, but he would still remember a copy during holidays and give it to the support team from time to time. The people inside gave some small gifts.
In fact, from the people watching outside the tennis court, he can also find out a few people who belong to his support team. Because it was so easy to recognize, they all wore uniform clothes, and then stood outside the court, neither speaking nor cheering. Quiet like another world.
All kinds of cheering and cheering from the surrounding courts are still constantly being heard in Mu Lin's ears.
"Come on, Qingxue!"
"Oh!--"
"nice shot!"
"louder please--"
"nice shot!"
"Green—Learn—"
"Come on!"
The last two sounds he could hear were the first-year sounds of the tennis club a few days ago. For Mu Lin, as long as he remembered a sound or image, even if he had passed the year, there would be no forgetting, let alone just a few days ago.
"The mood is getting more and more tense. The regional qualifiers will start after ten days." In fact, Mu Lin knew about this a long time ago, but since the qualifiers take a long time, Mu Lin is not in a hurry. . In fact, it took so long. Mu Lin, it is difficult to feel anxious and nervous about one thing. After all, I have experienced too much, and I am used to it. It's just a regional budget competition. He doesn't think that the current strength of Qingxue cannot pass. So naturally there is no tension at all.
"What are you doing? Playing such a ball." Suddenly a voice came in, and Mu Lin turned his head to find out that it was Coach Ryugasaki.
The two ordinary second-year players who were playing just now greeted Coach Ryugasaki. . ,,.