Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

Shangshanshe drove the car cautiously, and glanced at his wife next to him with some confusion. Before he met Rie Toyama, he was indeed very close to the opposite sex.

"Well, Xiaoyou, are you also playing tennis now?"

Sharp-eyed, he spotted the tennis bag that Tsung Yuu had been carrying on his back before, and asked curiously.

"Well, that's right, and Grandpa knows about it."

Jung Yuu nodded inconclusively. He knew Jung Shee would definitely ask him. After all, Jung Shee is an out-and-out tennis fan, and even the current industry is related to tennis.

"What! How could the old man agree to it!"

The shirt in front of him screamed, his face full of inconceivability.

Then he felt painstaking, if the old man didn't stop him back then, he could not be said that he was also a professional player.

"Drive well!"

Seeing the shocked look on the shirt, Rie, the shirt on the co-pilot, lightly reminded him.

Her son's words actually surprised her, but she knew the stale character of Shangshanyuan very well, compared to her mother's.

"Grandpa, he should have known it a few years ago."

As if deliberately, Shang Shan Yu recalled it and continued to speak.

Once he trained too late and subconsciously brought the ball bag home from the dojo. That time, although the old man in the field was a bit surprised, he didn't say anything in the end.

"Okay, okay, I know, I know..."

Shangshanshe's expression is very resentful, it really is that the son can't do it, the grandson can do it!

"By the way, listen to what you mean, you have been playing tennis a few years ago, why don't I know."

Shangshanshe felt that he had eaten several kilograms of lemon suddenly, and the sourness in his words was already beyond words.

"You didn't ask again, besides, dad, you didn't come to the dojo at that time."

The shirt was spread out, with a look of innocence.

Hearing that, Shang Shanshe almost vomited a mouthful of old blood, his son even dared to practice tennis in the dojo?

I must have not woken up today!

The shirt shook his body, thinking in his mind, if it were him, then the shirt field might have already brought the real guy in the family to chop him.

"You are great!"

After saying this with a sad expression on his face, Shang Shanshe decided not to look for a topic. This is more uncomfortable than going home and facing the wife's proposition.

...

The car drove for about an hour before it arrived at the top shirt's home in the UK.

Looking at the magnificent European-style villa in front of him, a smile appeared on Shangshangyu's face: "It looks like his parents' days here are pretty good."

"Xuenai, you can rest here first, and tomorrow I will ask your uncle in shirt to send you to Qinzi."

After getting out of the car, Top Rie grabbed Kamuri Kana's little hand and said eagerly. She has always raised Xue Na as her own daughter.

"Well, thank you Aunt Rie."

The two met and smiled, tacitly keeping their little secrets.

...

The night is as cold as water, and so is London.

In the morning of the next day, Yushang Yu got up. He didn't feel much sleepiness last night. He just slept lightly for a few hours in order to adjust his biological clock.

When he came to the courtyard, another figure appeared here earlier than him. His father was sitting in meditation.

"It's early, Xiao You, it seems that you haven't given up on Kendo either."

As he spoke, a sharp edge shot out from the eyes of the shirt.

Shang Shan Yu only felt a thorn in the hair all over his body, and his own father's kendo training was also not easy.

"Ugh…"

He sighed softly in his heart, and he didn't bother to think about the complicated reasons. After asking for a long time, he also found a bench and sat down cross-legged.

"Hiss~"

A stream of air flow was swallowed in large quantities by him, and the cells all over his body began to become active. The thinking in his mind has also become highly concentrated, and the whole person appears empty.

It's not just kendo meditation, but the breathing method is also advancing every day.

"This kid!"

Seeing the extraordinary state of the shirt Yuu, the brilliance in the eyes of the shirt was shining, and his son was much better than he thought.

...

After the meal, Shanshin Shibu and Shan Shan Yu went to send off Kanzari Yukana.

The Shinri couple was not close to their area, and they needed a shirt to drive, and shirt Yu was forcibly stuffed in by his mother.

After an hour and a half, he bid farewell to the reluctant Kami Rikaina, and shirt Yuu only breathed a sigh of relief.

Graceful beauty!

"Dad, do you know where there are many tennis courts here?"

On the way back, Shang Shan Yu directly inquired about tennis, and finally came to Europe. How could he not see the style here.

After all, when it comes to tennis, the big 4 of the Youth World Cup is concentrated on this continent.

"Oh? Your kid is itching so soon?"

Shang Shanshe looked at his son with some amusement. Shang Shan Yu's enthusiasm for tennis is almost the same as when he was young.

"Do you want to go to a formal club or a street tennis court?"

After thinking slightly for a moment, he asked with a groan.

One is a regular club. Generally, it’s fine for Asians to enter, but in street courts, there are many different kinds of methods.

Foreign tennis is not as grand and upright as it seems. Even in Britain, which claims to be a "gentleman", those stinking methods abound.

The most widespread and serious place for gambling in the world is the underground tennis courts in Europe. After he came into contact with the tennis business, he discovered that there is such a dirty side behind the sport.

Although he is not worried about the safety of his son in the street court, he still has to choose his own shirt.

"Naturally a street stadium!"

Shang Shan Yu did not hesitate and chose the latter directly.

Maybe you can see a systematic tennis style in a regular club, but he is not for those people.

Only those guys who came from various countries and regions to Europe to sharpen themselves, that is the goal he really wants to meet.

"Okay, then sit down, I'll take you to see it."

As if infected by Shang Shan Yu's confident words, he also wanted to see how well his son's level had reached.

Whoosh!

The black car quickly passed by the highway by the river.

...

"When you get there, stop here."

When I got out of the car, the temperament of the shirt-clad immediately became different, and my eyes were no longer the calmness of the beginning, but more of a passion for tennis.

boom! boom……

I haven't gotten closer, and I can hear the sound of tennis from a distance from time to time.

The two followed the sound of hitting the ball and turned around a green street again. In an instant, the line of sight in front of him widened.

"Welcome to Wimbledon!"

He patted Shang Shan Yu on the shoulder, and Shang Shan She looked at his shocked son with a smile.

"This is the mecca of British tennis, Wimbledon! I was surprised when I first came here."

The expression on his face did not know what it was like. He came here with a fanatical mood at the beginning and witnessed the birth of many great players...and the fall.

There is a large open space in front of Shangshan You, and there are almost three or five tennis courts separated by a few sections. At this time, there are already many players on the court.

People of all colors gather here, there is no high or low, all of them rely on the tennis ball in their hands to speak.

"How about, are you excited? Here you are free to challenge as long as the opponent agrees to play against you."

With a smile at the corner of his mouth, how could she not see the eager light in her eyes.

"Yes, thank you, dad!"

Jackie You smiled and took out a racket, and then stuffed the ball bag on the shirt. He couldn't wait.

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