The Journey of the Light-type Superpower

Chapter 133 The Baptism of a Professional Player of Prince of Tennis

The plane slowly landed at Narita Airport. Zhao Lan looked at the familiar scenery outside the window and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

She did not inform anyone of her return time and her cell phone was still turned off - this was her habit every time she came back from a game. Everyone was busy and they knew the way, so she did not want to trouble them to run back and forth to pick her up.

"You really don't need us to take you there?" Coach Kurihara asked her again as he helped her take down her luggage.

Zhao Lan shook his head and put on his tennis bag. "I want to pick up Xiao Xuanfeng first. He has been staying at Aunt Shuzi's house for almost a month."

"By the way," Coach Kurihara suddenly thought as she turned to leave, "Teacher Yamada and I will be participating in the U17 National Elite Selection. Can you come with us?"

"Come together? To participate in the training?"

"Of course I'm here to help, and to train!" Coach Kurihara looked at her helplessly. He had asked her to sign up for the World Cup before, but she said she didn't like it.

She also rejected all invitations from other national teams. I really don't know what this kid is thinking.

Oh, forget it. The child is grown up and will inevitably have his own ideas. If he doesn’t like it, then he doesn’t like it.

"You won't have any other competitions after this, so why don't you come over here and help? I remember that your friends are all very qualified, and they should have a good chance of being selected in this selection."

The players who have passed the layers of screening are mainly preparing for the subsequent U17 World Cup.

Of course she knew about the U17 World Cup. Thinking about the bad things that happened before, and thinking that she had not signed up and had no intention of participating anyway, and there was really nothing else to do after the World Cup, she nodded in agreement.

After separating from his coach and the others, Zhao Lan took a taxi to downtown Tokyo.

Looking at the flowing street scenes outside the window, she thought of the World Cup tournament that the coach had just mentioned. She stroked the ornament on her tennis bag with her fingers, and her thoughts went back to the days when she had just entered the third grade of junior high school and before school started.

Just before the start of school, the M country tennis team invited her.

At that time, they intended to invite her to join the M country team to compete in the subsequent World Cup.

After discussing with her coach, she decided to go for a short exchange first. Since there were still a few months left, there was no need to rush to agree.

At that time, their team happened to be playing a match with another team, and because of her performance, the other team arranged for her to play the No. 2 singles position.

Before the game started, Zhao Lan came to the locker room and was about to change clothes. When he opened his locker, he found that his locker, the clothes and shoes in the locker had all been cut into pieces.

The items inside were also turned into a mess.

Seeing this scene, thinking of the rumors she had heard from others before, her eyes turned slightly cold as she looked at the people in the room.

Who would have thought that before she could ask who did it, the girls in the locker room locked the door.

The short-haired woman seemed to be the leader. She smiled at Zhao Lan with ill intentions: "What a talented tennis player! Now that you come here, you must abide by my rules. Today I will teach you how to be a good person."

After that, she said to the other three people behind her, "You guys, take off her clothes for me. Isn't she very good? Let me see how she can play without clothes today. I am looking forward to the game today."

Zhao Lan sneered at the few people. She had heard from others long before that in the tennis world here, professional newcomers have to undergo some kind of baptism.

This kind of bullying has existed for a long time, but she has always fought it alone before, and she had only heard of such things before. She didn't expect to encounter it here today.

The other three people walked towards Zhao Lan, two of them were holding basins and buckets in their hands, and one raised his hand and tried to pull her hair.

"Oh, really?" Looking at the people who came over, with undisguised malice towards her on their faces, Zhao Lan smiled.

She raised her hand and set up a barrier here. "In that case, let's follow your rules. I have to say, I like these rules very much..."

Before she finished speaking, she raised her hand and grabbed the wrist of the woman who was reaching out to her, and gently folded it upwards.

There was a sound of bone breaking, and when the woman was about to scream, Zhao Lan raised his hand and slashed at her throat, drowning out her scream.

The sharp pain in her wrists and throat caused the woman's body to spasm.

She looked up in horror, opened her mouth, and found that she couldn't speak. She struggled hard, but found that her wrist was like being clamped by an iron clamp, and she couldn't move it no matter how hard she tried.

He raised his head in horror and looked at Zhao Lan.

Before the other three women understood what was going on, Zhao Lan kicked the two people holding the water away without waiting for them to throw the water at him.

The two of them slammed into the wall with such force that the concrete wall behind them was cracked into spider-like patterns.

The two of them fainted without even a sound.

"Damn it, you dare to attack me?" The woman who was leading the group started to fight as if she had learned some Sanda or something. When the opponent's fist came at her, Zhao Lan grabbed her wrist with one hand and pulled her hair with the other hand and pulled her back suddenly.

The woman was forced to look up. She kicked and punched, but Zhao Lan easily blocked her moves. How could she not know that she had met a tough guy?

"You, you dare to hit me, aren't you afraid of being banned for violence?"

"Violent incident?" Zhao Lan controlled his strength and slammed her head against the wall. The woman suddenly felt dizzy and blood gushed from her forehead.

Zhao Lan walked over to the pool next to him and filled it with water. He pulled her hair and pressed her into the water. "There have been a lot of violent incidents here in the past years, haven't there been enough?"

The woman waved her arms, but the hand pressing on her head seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. The air in her chest slowly decreased, and she finally opened her mouth unable to bear it any longer.

She began to struggle desperately, "You're crazy!" This woman really wanted to kill her, and only then did she finally start to get scared.

It was not until she was about to die that Zhao Lan pulled the woman up. Seeing the woman gasping for breath, Zhao Lan pushed her into the water again.

After repeating this several times, she threw the woman, who was gasping for breath like a dead dog, to the ground and looked at the other awake person in the room.

The one who had his hand fractured at the beginning had already been frightened by this scene. When he met Zhao Lan's gaze, he was so frightened that he almost stood up on the spot. Only then did he think of running away.

Zhao Lan raised his hand to hold her down. She sat on the ground and kept shaking her head, "No, no!"

She stepped back in fear. It wasn't me... She opened her mouth for a long time but couldn't make any sound. She was so scared that tears flowed down her face.

He walked over and grabbed the other two women who were lying on the ground, then kicked them hard in the most painful parts of their bodies to wake them up.

Before the two screamed, Zhao Lan grabbed their necks and pressed down on them with murderous intent, "If you dare to make any sound, you will die!"

Several women were startled by her voice. Her voice was usually pleasant to the ear, but now it sounded like a demon from hell.

Evil thoughts shrouded the two of them. They did not understand telekinesis, but they could feel the fear coming from the bottom of their hearts.