The Journey of the Light-type Superpower

Chapter 163 Daily life in Prince of Tennis training camp～～

After dinner, everyone went back to rest. Zhao Lan said goodbye to the two and walked back to the dormitory.

After taking a short rest and seeing that the little guy was still full of energy, she simply took it out to help digest the food.

The training camp was shrouded in dusk, with sporadic street lights lighting up. Zhao Lan was strolling on the tree-lined avenue holding Little Tornado's leash.

The crisp sound of tennis balls hitting each other came from a distance, and she swept across the tennis court in a circle - it turned out to be the senior Tokugawa who had played against her during the day.

"You're still training so late..." She took out her cell phone and took a look. The time displayed on the screen was exactly 21:17.

Seeing that the other party was practicing very seriously, she bypassed the road here and took the little guy to the other side.

"It's Yuexiasan..." Irie Kanata, who was sitting on a high platform admiring the moon, saw Zhaolan coming over and paused slightly while wiping the instrument.

Noticing the gazes falling on him, Zhao Lan looked over. The boy with curly hair and glasses seemed someone he had seen before.

There were still a few scattered people here, but she glanced and saw that they were all students in training, so she didn't pay any more attention to them.

After a whole day of training, most people had gone back to rest. She simply let go of the leash on the little tornado and let it move freely.

The little guy was circling around her feet and biting her trouser legs.

"So energetic?" She smiled and took out a tennis ball from her pocket, weighed it in her palm, and threw it in front of it.

The tennis ball drew a light golden arc and disappeared into the night. The little guy immediately took a step with his short legs and chased in the direction where the ball flew.

While enjoying the breeze, Zhao Lan followed it slowly, watching it chasing the ball and watching it rolling, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Come on, little whirlwind!"

"Wang!"

The little guy jumped up with all his strength, and the bouncing tennis ball was hit towards her by its little paws.

I noticed that when the little guy jumped up, there was a faint glow on his body.

Oh~ Zhao Lan's eyes lit up. It seems that practicing with it recently has paid off.

I caught the ball it threw to it and threw it back. The little guy chased it, bouncing it with his paws, and ran farther and farther after the ball.

Sensing the presence of someone in front of him, Zhao Lan looked over and saw that it was the boy he had seen on the court.

"Woof!" a fierce voice came.

She walked over and saw the young boy leaning against a tree trunk in the mottled light and shadow, spinning a tennis ball on his fingertips. The little whirlwind at his feet was trying to pull the decoration off his sweatpants.

Seeing Zhao Lan coming over, Shuji Tanejima was slightly stunned, and the tennis ball on his fingertips fell and rolled to her feet.

"It seems that my tennis skills are worse than I thought~," he said with a long and lazy tone, and his breathing trembled slightly with the rhythm of the bouncing of the tennis ball.

The coolness of the soda in the glass bottle was still on his arm, but now it was burning from the gaze she gave him.

The tennis ball bounced twice in front of her canvas shoes. Zhao Lan used the tip of her shoe to stop the bouncing tennis ball. The moonlight passed through the corners of her upturned eyes: "——I wonder if you have heard the story of Pinocchio..."

Little Tornado suddenly rushed over and grabbed her trouser leg. She bent down and picked up the little guy. "How can I be a rookie to be invited here? Don't you think so, Little Tornado?"

"Wang!"

"So your name is Little Tornado, what a great name!"

A smile flashed in Shuji Tanejima's eyes. He leaned over and rubbed the little girl's head. When he got close to her, he smelled that faint cold fragrance again.

He was slightly stunned, and when he took his hand back, he accidentally brushed against the wrist guard on her wrist. He glanced over, the touch just now, and the protruding marks on the wrist guard...

He thought of what he had seen before, her competition, was it weighted equipment? His eyes flickered.

Noticing his gaze, Zhao Lan raised his hand and brushed the wrist guard on his wrist.

"Oh, that's right, Tanejima Shuji." He suddenly pointed at himself and gave his full name, with a hint of hoarseness in his Osaka accent, "Well... my junior said before that she had a problem... I can go ask you for help!"

Before, Zhao Lan called him senior, so he took the opportunity to call him junior.

"Hmm? Of course!" She probably guessed what he was going to ask. She estimated that the two people competing with her would soon ask her the same question.

"Actually, I've watched many of your matches, but it seems that you have never used your abilities in any competition." It is certain that she has entered that realm.

Not only because of her past achievements, but also because they saw the strong energy wrapped around her during the competition. It was also the first time they knew that abilities could be used in this way.

However, it seems that in her previous games, she has never used any abilities.

"My special move? Hmm... well, besides my usual weight training, I also have greater natural strength than others."

Tanejima Shuji raised his eyebrows slightly. The implication was that she hadn't met anyone who needed her to use her abilities yet. He chuckled and turned to look at her.

This kind of Yuexialan, unexpectedly, has a very cute personality~

The little guy struggled to go out to play, Zhao Lan said goodbye to him and prepared to leave. Before leaving, she turned her head and looked at him, "Thank you for playing with this little guy. If you need anything next time, you can always come to me."

Looking at Zhao Lan walking away with the little whirlwind, a smile flashed in his eyes, "Thank you for your guidance, junior sister!"

On the other side, on the platform

Kanata Irie just looked at them, saw her chatting with Shuji Tanejima, and saw her taking her pet out to play.

It was not until Zhao Lan and the others were ready to go back that he realized that he had been sitting here watching them for an hour...

"What am I doing? Am I an idiot? I..." He supported his forehead and turned around to rest.

Back in the room, Zhao Lan took the little guy to take a bath. After they both dried off the water on their bodies, she held the little guy and entered the state of cultivation.

The next morning, before daybreak, she went out for training.

The street lights on the path were still dimly lit. Judging from the sounds over there, she knew that besides her, there were others who came out to train earlier than her.

She had not run for long when she saw Mori Jusaburo and Ochi Gekko coming from a distance.

"Mori-senpai, Ochi-senpai, good morning."

"It's so early, Lan! Let's go too." The two of them naturally ran over and ran beside her.

"Good morning, TA!"

The next people to come over were Tokugawa Kazuya, who had competed with her yesterday, and Oni Jujiro.

"Good morning, seniors. Just call me by my normal name."

"Lan-sang!" The two nodded. They were planning to come here to train with her today.

After a while, Shuji Tanejima and Kanata Irie came out and saw them and started running after them.

Just like that, more and more people followed her, and some of them became breathless while running.

Shuji Tanejima adjusted his breathing rhythm, but his eyes uncontrollably swept across the swaying ponytail of the girl in front of him.

He glanced at the wrist guards she was wearing. The outer wrist guards were no longer the same pair, but judging from the shape of the protrusion, there must be weight-bearing equipment underneath.

After running for a while, Shuji Tanejima breathed slightly. Some people were already out of breath, but her breathing was not disordered?

After the run, some people chose to practice on their own, while a small number followed her.

Maori Juzaburo looked at Zhao Lan who stopped and walked slowly. He walked over with a smile and said, "Lan, we will follow you in today's training, okay?"

"of course can."

"Is that weight-bearing equipment on you?" His Osaka accent sounded a little hoarse than yesterday, and his fingertips unconsciously stroked his wrist.

Seeing her relaxed expression, even Maori and the others couldn't help but look at her in surprise.