That's what cold people are like. They usually don't speak up, and it's not easy to speak up.

Soji Hata looked thoughtfully at the backs of Tokugawa Kazuya and the three others as they left.

Do I know you?

"Chief~ Secretary!

!”

A clear shout interrupted Hatada Souji's thinking.

"Oh, what's wrong?"

There was a hint of helplessness and familiarity in his tone!

"Soji! Where did you buy this outfit? It looks like what people here wear!"

"It's probably not piracy. By the way, Souji, how come you've become a member of Court No. 2 for no reason!"

"Is this your private matter?"

"Speaking of which, was it possible that the person who defeated you was someone from Court No. 2?"

"Hey! I thought he was at least from Court No. 1!"

Soji Hata accepted the bombardment in his ears by Kintaro Toyama with a look of helplessness. This guy was so curious that he could publish several sequels to One Hundred Thousand Whys.

And what he accidentally revealed also attracted the attention of many people.

"Oh, so Souji Hata has been defeated here before? I am even more curious about this place."

"You're right, I also want to learn a lesson."

"I will never lose!"

Souji Hata couldn't help but feel very troubled as he looked at a certain young master of the consortium, a certain son of God, and a certain person named Sanada who started to get excited after hearing the news that he had failed.

I can't explain it clearly.

"Peng!"

Souji Hata knocked Kintaro Toyama on the head gently but not too hard.

"Ah! Souji, what are you doing?"

"Be quiet."

After a farce, those who were determined to be eligible to stay were taken on a tour of the training camp by the staff.

I have to say that this training camp is impeccable in terms of environment, facilities, atmosphere, and professionalism.

But the most attractive thing here is the unique mechanism of constant competition to climb to higher courts - shuffling wars, defeating the opponent, you can go to more advanced courts. This way, which is like fighting monsters and upgrading, is something that most boys cannot refuse.

of.

How can a real man stay under others for a long time? Many people are gearing up and planning to make a splash in the subsequent ranking reshuffle battle!

...

In the evening, after dinner, everyone returned to their rooms.

"Ah! It really seems like we should start a shuffle soon! I also need to enter a more advanced golf course!"

On the bed in the room, Kintaro Toyama shouted in a long tone, fully demonstrating his endurance and desire for the game.

"Hey! Souji! Do you think I will be selected to participate in the shuffle battle tomorrow?"

The camp entrance examination for Kintaro Toyama's group has not yet completely ended. They are now in an assessment period. Although the training plan is arranged by the training camp, they will face tests at any time. If they fail to pass, they will be eliminated.

But it is obvious that Toyama Kintaro does not think that there is any possibility that he will fail the test. Currently enjoying the treatment of an official player, he is still thinking about whether he will be arranged to participate in the shuffle match tomorrow, and then enter the high-level golf course like Souji Hatada.

Woolen cloth.

"Director-General?"

"General Secretary!"

"General Director~~~~~"

Kintaro Toyama, who couldn't wait for Soji Hata's response, asked in various tones until...

"Banta is out."

As if he couldn't stand the demonic voice of Toyama Kintaro, someone's helpless voice sounded from the room opposite.

Yes, that's right, Soji Hata and Kintaro Toyama were not assigned to the same dormitory.

"Hey! Isn't the director here?"

"Wait a minute, this voice is... the guy with blue hair and a green hat who was defeated by Souji in the finals of the national competition. He looked so weak that he would fall over if the wind blew!

!

!”

...

"Actually, you can just call me Yukimura-senpai."

The originally helpless tone now had a touch of indifference and stiffness.

"Okay, Yukimura-chan!"

...

The other person didn't seem to have any desire to talk to Kintaro Toyama across the wall. After Kintaro Toyama stopped yelling, he ignored him. Well, maybe he was still thinking about what Kintaro Toyama just said.

However, he obviously misjudged Toyama Kintaro Toyama's character.

Kintaro straightened up like a carp, sat up cross-legged, and shouted angrily at the wall: "Hey, brother! Who else is there in your dormitory besides you?"

"Snapped!"

Yukimura Seiichi closed the book in his hand and held his temples helplessly.

"Shiraishi Kuranosuke of Shitenhoji Temple."

Yukimura Seiichi secretly regretted that Shiraishi Kuranosuke was out, otherwise he could have left the topic to Shiraishi Kuranosuke.

"Oh! It's that little brother! I've fought against him before! He's also very strong."

I always felt that talking through the wall like this was not the same thing, and the faint chattering on the other side made Seiichi Yukimura, who likes peace and quiet, very uncomfortable.

Alas, if only Kirihara could calm that guy down with just one word.

But the clever Yukimura Seiichi quickly thought of a way.

"Toyama, why are you looking for Bantian?"

"Ah, it's just that I have nothing to do, so I went to the director-general."

...

Bantian-san, thank you for your hard work.

"Oh, that's it. Bantian-san was just asked out by Seigaku's Echizen Ryoma."

"Hey! It's ahead of its time!"

"Well, it looks like I'm going to fight Hata-san."

When Yukimura Seiichi said this, he sighed as if talking to himself: "Ah, I think it will be a very exciting game. Which court are they going to? I remember it seems to be No. 2...

....”

"Brother! That's it for today. Let's continue next time!"

"Peng!"

Listening to the loud slamming of the door opposite, Yukimura Seiichi smiled with self-satisfaction as if he was relieved.

The world is finally clean.

Then I adjusted my mood and planned to continue reading quietly.

"Continue next time!"

Inexplicably, Yukimura Seiichi thought of the words that Kintaro Toyama left before he left. He was holding the book, and his slender fingers suddenly began to exert force.

"Snapped!"

Yukimura Seiichi closed the book carefully, his face expressionless.

"Sure enough, my practice is still not enough!"

"Whoa!"

He stood up neatly, and the coat on his shoulders made a gentle sound of wind due to his slightly fast pace.

Putting down the book, picking up the racket beside the bed, Yukimura Seiichi walked straight out of the room.

As soon as he opened the door, he was slightly surprised to see Shiraishi with a bandage on his arm.

"Yukimura? Are you going out so late?"
To be continued...