The Strongest Traverser

When I left the gate of the yard and planned to go to school, I saw that the child named Kazuaki Ikeda also came out of the house with a bag on his back.

When Ikeda Kazuaki saw Mu Lin, his eyes lit up, and he trot a few steps before standing in front of Mu Lin. Before Mu Lin could react, he heard him say.

"Is Brother Mu Lin also going to school? Where is Brother Mu Lin's school?"

In fact, if two people are calculated based on the current status of Mu Lin in this world, they should be of average size. But it may be due to temperament, Mu Lin seemed to be much bigger than Heming, so it might be subconscious to call him brother.

"Yes, it is indeed going to school."

"It's the Youth Academy. What's the matter?" Mu Lin asked Heming with a smile.

"Ah! I just remembered that my brother went to school today too. When my brother came to our house last time. I don't know which school my brother went to? I didn't expect us to be a school."

"That's really a coincidence! Should we go together? It's very close whether it's walking or taking the bus."

"Okay!" Ikeda Kazuaki responded happily.

I have to say that the school is really close to here. Mu Lin didn't even have to say a few words with Heming along the way to see that the school was already near.

The color of the sky is really good, and Mu Lin's mood now is unexpectedly good. In fact, I don't know why, Mu Lin really likes the blue sky. Even in times of depression, if you see the blue of the sky, you will feel better.

The school has issued a school uniform, which is a black suit-like suit. The girls' school uniform is a green short skirt. In fact, Mu Lin always thinks that the black men's school uniform is better. However, both men and women are good enough to compare to the heavenly fat school uniforms. So Mu Lin didn't bother to be strong anymore.

When Mu Lin and Heming walked a little further before they were separated, Mu Lin turned and looked at Heming.

"By the way, I haven't asked which class you are in yet."

"Ah! Brother Mu Lin, from the seventh grade of the first grade in the middle of the middle school." He Ming suddenly raised his head and replied as if he had just reacted.

"I am also in Class 7 of the first grade. We are still in the same class, so lucky."

"Yeah! I'm lucky, otherwise we will find a class together. By the way, what club will my brother join? I heard that there are not many clubs in the school."

"Actually I wanted to choose a tennis club, but I didn't seem to have any talent for tennis from the beginning, so I decided to choose the reading club later. I looked at my brother carrying a tennis bag, can my brother play tennis?" Asked with envy. Mu Lin can tell from his expression that he really likes tennis. But Mu Lin didn't like to say something false.

"I'm sorry, I haven't learned tennis. I'm carrying a tennis bag just because I suddenly became interested in tennis recently, so I want to learn."

"That's it! Does that brother report to the tennis club? I don't know why, I still want my brother to join the tennis club. I think my brother is very good."

"Brother, if you enter the tennis club, you must be a very good tennis player!" He Ming added later, as if he was emphasizing.

The two of them talked and walked, and unconsciously walked to a place not far from the tennis court. In the distance, you can see the tennis court as if there are people playing tennis.

Behind, a young man with broken short hair and a tennis bag passed by.

"Hey, what's your name? This means that as long as you join the tennis club, you will be able to become a great tennis player. Is that too exaggerated? And he is still a rookie who has never even learned tennis."

I have to say that what the young man with broken short hair said is really hateful. Even a good temper like Mu Lin has already frowned several times. And this young man, from Mu Lin's perspective, although he can't be called a big evil, there will always be some small mess. Mu Lin didn't like to contact him subconsciously.

Heming's temperament was impulsive, and when the short-haired youth talked, he ran over impulsively and stopped him.

"Stop who are you? What right do you have to say that."

"My name is Arai, and I am also a freshman in the first grade of this year. However, although I am a freshman, I am qualified to educate a rookie who has never played tennis before in tennis."

Mu Lin is actually a relatively weak temper. If he was just talking about himself, he might have passed away with a smile, but Heming has always called himself brother, and he was also defending himself just now. If you don't stand up, it would be too much.

So Mu Lin looked up at Arai.

"You mean that if my tennis is worse than you. I'm qualified to educate you, right? Since you also have a racket now, it's better for us to play a game now. Can't we prove it all?" There was a cold and provocative expression in Mu Lin's eyes. In fact, people have always told Mu Lin that if he looks at him when he is angry, it will be very scary. At this time, even if he wants to look at him, it takes courage.

Seeing such a look, Arai even dodged his gaze unconsciously. Then suddenly as if he felt offended, he quickly turned his head back.

"What kind of eyes are you, don't look at me with this kind of eyes. Bibibi, how can I shoot and I am afraid of you, a rookie." He said, carrying a tennis bag towards the nearest one nearby. Walk to the empty tennis court.

Mu Lin didn't care, his attitude. Follow him forward at an unhurried speed.

"Is it okay with my brother? He must have learned tennis for many years. You haven't learned it. How can you beat him?" Heming stunned for a while, and then ran a few steps to catch up. Said worriedly.

Looking at him like this, Mu Lin felt a little moved, and stretched out his hand to rub Heming's hair.

"Don't worry, you will be your brother. I have excellent talents. Even if I have only studied for a few days, I can definitely beat someone like him." But just finished speaking, this kind of shit. Mu Lin was even amused by himself. . ,,.