Even after arriving in another world, Satsuki Momoi chose to continue working as the basketball club's manager. But this world was ultimately different from the one she had known: tennis was the dominant sport here. Momoi's exceptional abilities and judgment caught the attention of the tennis club, so even this gathering place for heaven's favored had to start poaching talent.
Satsuki Momoi: Another day of being poached.
Basketball Club: Another day of keeping our talent from being poached.
Tennis Club: Another day of trying our best to poach her!
What moves me has never been the intensity of a match or the joy of winning in the end. It's the people who see the match through to the finish, sweating and shedding tears along the way.
A Grand Slam is the highest level of competition in tennis, and winning one is considered the greatest honor a player can achieve. In order, the tournaments are the Australian Open, the French Open, Wimbledon, and the US Open. These are widely regarded as the most important events on the professional tennis circuit. Winning a Grand Slam title is therefore the ultimate dream of every professional tennis player, the highest honor of all.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
It has eliminated my method of brainstorming a book from the catalogue.
I said it looked a bit strange, but it turned out to be a female channel...
T^TLook at other tentacle monsters, you haven't updated QAQ every time they come up.
So who is the male protagonist in King of Internet in the end?
This book is very good. I hope the author can keep updating it. I also hope the author can write more plots about King. It's a bit too much for daily life.
Ah ah ah, come back to me
The chapter names are really cute.
Huaihuai is having trouble at home, or the data is not good, please update soon QAQ
Short! (Locked into a small dark room, whipped with a whip) Write quickly! Meat is not given until ten times a day!
I saw novels about poor women in Men's Poverty. . . . Sent to the wrong place?