First Minister of Prince of Tennis

The heavy breathing came from the court, and there was an indifferent face on the other side. It seemed that all factors were detrimental to the teenagers on the court.

"Hands, just this level of training, physical strength can't keep up!"

Facing this kind of reprimand, Shoujia felt a strange feeling in his heart, which made him feel very familiar. The man standing opposite him had a serious face, and seemed to express his dissatisfaction with his opponent all over his body.

Jurgen Barisavitch Polk!

A man known as the man who changed the world of tennis, the main player of the de national team, is also a genuine one-professional player.

"Correct!!

The "Zero 20" hand kept thinking about the feelings just now, isn't it just the player who was demanding in Seigaku's time, but now his position has changed, and he has become the person being reprimanded.

Failing to savor the moment when the role was changed, his body shook with a violent drink.

"Listening to your tone, do you still think it should be right!" Polk's eyes froze with anger, "Your level is far from a professional player, don't pay attention to training, let alone career... King The de national team will not accept the average!

Shoujia was stunned, and he was relieved from the absence. If you want to become a professional player who stands out among thousands of people, you need to strengthen yourself in all aspects.

"You came from Japan. I heard that a very strong kid was born in your country this year."

"Well, indeed!"

The hand was shocked in his heart, even Polk knew about Chiba, is he so famous? Hearing the grand karma in Kunimitsu's heart was interrupted instantly, Kinoshita Chiba one-this name was already in his mind Planted the flame brand.

Avoid it!

"I heard that his current strength far exceeds that of Mr. Echizen Nanjiro in his youth."

When talking about the name of the god of tennis in the past, Echizen Nanjiro, who conquered the world of tennis in his youth, is already well-known in the world. When Polk spoke of Nanjiro's name, there was a little awe in his eyes, and at the same time a bit of longing appeared in his eyes.

Well!

The hand picked up the drink beside him, cleared his throat after taking a sip, and then a complex expression rose on his face, which flashed away.

"I think he is already at a semi-professional level with his current strength. A more terrifying guess...that is a professional player.

"Is it so strong? Then you think I will play a game with him, who wins and who loses?"

Looking at his hand with a playful smile, Polk casually revealed confidence on his face, waiting for his affirmative answer from Kunimitsu.

"Before I came to the DE country, it should be the master who will give you a small win."

After coming to the country, there are handicrafts who have been honest for a few months, and you have a character like Kunimitsu, you want him to flatter, it does not exist!

It is precisely because of this that Polk asked the Shoujia casually, but the confident Polk frowned because of his answer, and the frowning Polk then asked.

"what about now?"

The hand touched his chin, as if thinking a little bit, looked at Polk seriously and replied.

"It's hard to say!"

Just a few words, it is the de national team suffered the biggest blow since birth. Polk, who has been given the name of genius since birth, grew up in praise, and now hears the negative in disguise. This answer is really difficult for him to accept.

"Even you give such a high evaluation, it seems that these news are still authentic." Polk still maintained his general demeanor, his face is still calm, even if he has received tens of thousands of critical blows in his heart. , Said calmly: "At the World Cup, I hope to meet him!

"And knock him down!"

The player picked up the tennis again, smiled indifferently, picked up racquet and continued to practice without comment.

Polk looked at the silent hand and began to practice again. He has been familiar with the hand after several months of getting along with him. He kept his mentality and took the racquet in his hand and cut it from top to bottom.

A more vigorous and powerful serve burst out!

U17 training camp!

On a gray sky, the setting sun has gradually emerged, and it is less than four hours before Kinoshita Chiba and Byōdōin Hōō's match.

Many high school students are too excited to sleep, especially middle school students.

Click!

The sound of tennis hitting the ground sounded crisply on the court. In the afterglow of the morning sun, it set off the young man in front of him. With his sharp features and sharp features, he appeared extraordinarily clean and capable.

But in the next second, the style of painting changed suddenly.

what!

The tennis ball was thrown high by the teenager, his feet slammed on the ground, and he leaped high. The racquet in his hand swept away at the yellow tennis ball with his arm.

blackjackknife1.9!

With a loud shout, the tennis ball fell from the sky and ejected to the ground.

It didn't touch the ground normally, but stayed motionless on the ground.

"Yue, it's finally done!"

With a long sigh, joy overflowed on his face.

what!

The tennis ball, which was already stationary, suddenly turned wildly on the ground, and then bounced towards delay.

The smile on Atobe Keigo's face gradually solidified. This was the 121st failure.

But soon the normal state of the noble son was restored, after all, his early training was not the main purpose.

"It's almost dawn!"

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