Yamabuki won the national competition championship. It only took a few months from the audition to qualify to participate in the national competition to now officially winning the national competition championship trophy.

But just these few months have enriched the youth of the students of Yamabuki Academy and become precious memories that they can recall for a lifetime in their spare time at work.

However, the journey they could accompany Yamabuki ended here.

Closer to home, although Souji Hatada led the Yamabuki Tennis Club to win the national championship, at the same time, he also received the most valued gift among students.

holiday......

Regarding the holidays, Mr. Bantian's idea is very simple. He is to spend a few days leisurely with Tian Gan, walking with him, cooking, playing chess, drinking tea and so on.

Then I went back to the training camp and regained the place I had lost before.

But as the saying goes, plans can't keep up with changes, and a sudden invitation disrupted Soji Hata's rhythm.

"Invitational Tournament?!"

"That's right, it's an invitation from the UK."

Banda Miki also took a slow sip of tea, then looked at Mr. Banda kindly in front of him, and said slowly: "It seems that we are planning to invite young tennis players from all over the world to have an exchange match at Wimbledon Stadium."

"Neon, including our school, Hyotei, Rikkai University, Qingxue and other schools should all be invited."

After hearing this, Mr. Bantian nodded with emotion.

"Wimbledon Stadium."

For tennis players, no one can refuse to play a match at Wimbledon Stadium. Even Souji Hata was full of yearning for this stadium at this time.

Listening to Banda Souji's emotion, Banda Miki knew that his grandson was already moved, and said with a faint smile: "You can go, Souji."

Souji Hata nodded calmly.

"Of course, after all, given such a good opportunity, I also want to see Wimbledon Stadium and compete with other players from all over the world."

"In that case, I will reply to the other party."

"OK."

Souji Hatada turned his head and looked at the sky outside the courtyard.

Britain is so far away.

...

"Ah! Off to England!!!! Oh ho!!!!"

On the plane, Kintaro Toyama was very eye-catching as he jumped up and down excitedly.

"Be quiet, Kintaro."

Souji Hata said in a troubled manner.

"okok!"

Toyama Kintaro nodded twice, and then said energetically to Soji Hata: "Speaking of which, Souji, you don't know how happy my parents were when I showed them the championship medal.

"

Souji Hatada smiled playfully.

"Really, but why do I think they will be happier after knowing that you are going to England with us?"

Sure enough, children who come home from vacation are only welcomed by their parents for three days.

"Hey! Is there any?"

Just when Soji Hata was about to speak, he heard the plane announcement blaring.

"The plane is about to take off, please fasten your seat belts!"

"It's about to take off! Sit down and stop making trouble."

"Okay, okay! I get it!"

On the spacious and straight runway, a plane slowly took off.

...

In England, at dusk, in a seemingly majestic and historic castle, the candlelight on the wall makes the castle look very dark and mysterious.

In a hall, there were crowds of people, as if a mysterious organization was discussing something.

Except for a tall, slender man with a stern face and stern eyes like a vulture, who was sitting on a seat illuminated by lights, the others were centered around him, hidden in the surrounding darkness, and their faces could not be seen clearly.

"Keith, the news is confirmed. The British Tennis Organizing Committee has confirmed that it has sent invitations to schools around the world."

"Oh, then there should be a lot of people coming. After all, no one can refuse Wimbledon!"

"Hehe, then aren't they just the prey that comes to our door!"

"Same as usual, this time we will do something big!"

These people were discussing with great interest, and their tone was either mocking, ridiculing, contemptuous, or malicious.

Gradually, more and more people participated in the discussion, and various conspiracies and plans continued to echo in the castle. The candlelight illuminated their shadows and twisted on the walls.

It’s like a group of demons dancing wildly!

The stern man named Keith looked at the group of people in front of him quietly with eyes like a pool of stagnant water.

A terrifying aura emanated from him, as if he were a lone vulture over the wilderness, waiting for its prey to die.

Gradually, everyone felt Keith's sense of oppression, the voices of discussion gradually subsided, and everything returned to calm. Underneath the calm was everyone's uneasy heart.

Keith looked around at everyone again, and even if he couldn't see their faces clearly, he could feel their panic expressions.

After a long time, Keith spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and low.

"As usual, don't hold back and beat those contestants for fear of getting injured!"

Hearing Keith's words, everyone's inner irritability seemed to be released. They couldn't help but want to see the scene of the tennis players being beaten with tennis balls and falling to the ground, wailing and screaming.

Thinking of those scenes, they couldn't help but breathe heavily.

At this time, a cunning voice suddenly sounded.

"By the way Keith, what should we do about that rat running around outside?"

Thinking of the mouse, everyone's original excitement was temporarily suppressed, and they all looked at Keith.

Keith looked indifferently towards the direction of the sound, silent for a moment, and then said unhurriedly: "Bring him to me!"

"yes!"

After the discussion was over, these people seemed to have melted into the darkness and disappeared without a trace, leaving only Keith sitting in the huge castle.

Cold, gloomy, and gloomy, Keith seemed like a ghost under the Nine Netherworld, with no trace of life in his body.

He leaned weakly on the back of the chair, raised his head, and looked at the bright light above his head. He could not feel any warmth and his eyes were dull.

Finally, as if exhausted, he slowly closed it.

...

"Everyone! What you have in front of you is Wimbledon Stadium!"

Looking at the spacious, bright, professional, and even sacred venue in front of them, everyone at Yamabuki Academy couldn't help but feel excited!

"This is great!"

"Are we going to race here!"

"Won the jackpot!"

When Soji Hata saw the stadium in front of him, he couldn't help but feel yearning for it, and he was full of expectations for the following games.

Suddenly, Toyama Kintaro suddenly spoke.

"It's strange, why does my right eyelid keep twitching?"

"I guess it's just acclimatization."

"Really?"

"Of course...it's fake!"

"Hey! Don't fool Kintaro!"

Looking at the noisy members, Mr. Hata couldn't help but think of something.
Chapter completed!