Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"Saori, I'll remember to take more pictures of Keigo Atobe later."

Inoue guarded Shia Saori behind him.

"Senior, I know, I'm ready." Shiba Saori patted the camera on his chest and said confidently.

"However, seniors, it was rumored that the members of the ice emperor's tennis club were all defeated by a freshman. Is this true?"

Inoue Shou turned his head and glanced at Shiba Saori, who was standing next to him curiously, and muttered for a while: "The news should be correct. I told you to take more pictures of Keigo Onobe, who is the first-year freshman in your mouth."

"what!"

Shiba Saori covered her mouth with a cry.

Inoue nodded, and after affirming, he didn't say more. To be honest, he was surprised when he first heard the news.

For many years, has the tennis world of Neon Middle School finally been affected?

Inoue Shou remembered the samurai who retreated from the rapids more than ten years ago.

As a fan of Echizen Minamijiro, he didn't understand his decision at first. He was obviously only one step away from becoming No. 1 in the world. Why did he give up?

It was not until more than ten years in this industry that he finally understood something.

Mr. Minami Jiro made that decision for the future of neon tennis. This pioneer of neon tennis made that decision.

At least the current neon tennis world has slowly developed from the bottom in a good direction.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh. Hearing about the changes in Bingdi this time, he also rushed over immediately, wanting to take a good look at the demeanor of the person who made the change.

Unexpectedly, it happened to catch up with the internal trials of the Ice Emperor. It seems that the next two issues of Tennis Monthly have content!

Inoue Mamoru feels lucky.

The two walked around Bingdi's tennis court and patted, and soon many caring people noticed them.

"Two of you?"

Sakura Taro walked to Inoue Mori and asked aloud.

"Hello, we are a reporter from the Tennis Monthly. My name is Inoue Mamoru, and this is my assistant, Miss Shisa Ori."

Inoue watched this extremely oppressive and majestic man, and couldn't help but wonder if this was the coach of the Ice Emperor.

Shiba Saori on the side was also handsome by Sakura Taro at first, but he soon recovered, bent over and bowed, and introduced himself.

"Although he is very handsome and personable, it is too serious and majestic."

Shiba Saori watched her senior talking with the unsmiling man, and said playfully in her heart.

But Bingdi's tennis club is really big, and it's worthy of a rich private school.

Shiba Saori has also followed Inoue to many schools for interviews, but none of them has the style of the Ice Emperor Tennis Club.

Especially that boy, he looks amazing.

Shiba Saori's thoughts were very fluttering. Watching the two of them didn't finish talking for a while, they couldn't help but focus on the track department on the court.

I have to say that it contains aristocratic temperament, coupled with the English tennis style, the tennis courts in the ruins are very ornamental.

Shiba Saori watched for a long time, and snapped a frantic photo of the posture of the trace department. It was not until the trace department sealed her second opponent and returned to the court to rest. She then reacted.

He quickly turned his head to look for the figure of Inoue Mamoru who was with him, only to find that Inoue Mamoru had gone to the tennis court next door to observe.

"Senior Inoue, why did you come here?" Shiba Saori trot to the side of Inoue Mamoru and asked a little embarrassedly.

Inoue Shou smiled, not to blame Shiba Saori for being so fascinated. When he was a newcomer, such things often happened.

Tennis really has a fascinating charm, even if you are different from tennis, sometimes you will be infected by the players on the court.

"Have you seen them, you will pay more attention to those players later, they are all very strong players, and they are only first grade."

With a veteran look, Inoue Mamoru quickly found a lot of powerful roles among the players who were still playing on the field.

Yushan Yuu, Shinzu Yuji, Jirou Akutagawa, Mukai Hitake... these outstanding first-year students all made him shine.

Shisaori probably wrote down the outstanding characteristics of a few people, and then looked at the scoreboard with their names on them, only to find that the scores of these people were basically 6-0 or 6-1.

"They are all in first grade too?"

Shiba Saori asked Inoue in surprise.

When the first grade students are so strong, you must know that some of their opponents are third graders.

And the score of 6-06-1 all shows that they are crushing the strength of the upper grades.

"Yes, when he communicated with Coach Sakura before, he mentioned that the future Bingdi will be the era of powerism."

Inoue replied with a look of admiration.

At the same time, I was very excited. Finally, when the first school started in middle school, it abandoned the tennis qualification system.

You know, genius is never lacking, what is lacking is just a stage to show oneself.

Now the Ice Emperor is opening that stage to everyone, if you have the strength, you can go up.

He has been in this line for so long, naturally, he hopes that more and more tennis talents will appear in Neon.

While Inoue Shou kept explaining to his juniors.

Tracebe, who was the first to finish his two games, also came to Sakura Taro's side.

After handing the sweat-wiping towel to the birch behind him, Jibu looked inexplicably at the mysterious consultant coach.

Facing the gaze of Obebe, Sakura Taro's face was daily, still with that sharp and indifferent expression.

"This is a freshman who performed very well in the knockout rounds. You can also take a look."

Sakura Taro handed a copy of the personnel form that had been altered in his hand to the Trace Department.

It contains the names of all the members of the tennis club, some of which are marked with red circles.

Among them, his uncle's name is listed impressively.

After reading aside, Trace Department was very satisfied, then pointed to the note after the name on the paper and asked, what does this S letter stand for, strength?

"Similarly, it represents the current strength and potential."

Sakura Taro's eyes moved slightly, and he explained coldly.

"Then who is this person?"

After hearing this, Onobe asked with an unusual tone, and what he pointed at with his finger happened to be the name of Shang Shan Yu.

Sakura Taro is also clearly marked with the same evaluation "S" as the trail department on it beside the circle of the name of Yushang Yuu.

Faced with such a situation, his interest instantly rose. Compared to other evaluations that only have A at most, shirt Yu makes him care a lot.

"Interesting! Unexpectedly, there are such characters hidden in the tennis club. Isn't it, Huadi?"

Trace Department handed it back to the list, and asked Huadi behind him inexplicably on his face.

"Yes."

Huadi, who had been silent for a long time, replied with a deep voice, the will of the trace is his will.

Looked at the skeptical look of Trace Department.

Sakura Taro didn't excuse him, but just pointed at a distance.

"He is shirt Yuu."

...

"Accepted, senior."

Shang Xian Yu stretched out his hand, and said kindly to the opposite third-year senior.

The third grader on the opposite side took a gentle breath, and then also stretched out his hand for a grip.

Shake hands after the game.

This can be regarded as the last kindness of the winner to the loser.

Of course, the third-year senior opposite Shang Shun Yu didn't say much, only admiration.

After all, the conspicuous 6-0 on the scoreboard still made his face a little hot.

Originally thought that the opponents drawn were two juniors. This was a good draw, but the result was really unprepared.

Looking at the back of the distant shirt Yuu, he can only sigh in his heart that this year's tennis club is really going to change a lot.

...

On the other side, Onobe followed Sakura Taro's direction and naturally saw the shirt Yuu who had just left the field at a glance.

In an instant, he concealed his left eye with his left hand, using his powerful insight to observe the shirt Yu

The unabashedly inquiring gaze made the shirt Yuu's expression move.

The shirt turned his head and saw that Trace Department was watching him. He smiled slightly and turned around.

In the eyes of Trace, Yuu Yu's shirt is like a ball of Uzumaki that is constantly rotating, making it difficult to see the depth.

"How about it, I think my insights should be correct."

Sakura Taro's calm words interrupted Takabe's observation.

"Huh, yes, it is indeed a very powerful opponent."

Trace Department snorted coldly, indicating that he had doubted the coach's eyesight before.

Hearing this, Sakura Taro didn't say any more, just pondered in his heart:

"There is another guy who matches yours in the tennis club. What will you do about it, trace department."

Just under the thoughts of several people, the initial knockout stage gradually came to an end.

Those talented guys have each begun to shine.

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