Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

As the sun sets, most of the training time has passed quickly, and the rippling setting sun warms the entire white beach at this moment.

On the beach, there are still seven or eight figures lying on the ground in embarrassment.

"As expected of'dry juice', this power really lives up to its name."

Seeing this scene at the scene, the shirt Yu sincerely admires him, and his talent in this aspect can be regarded as the only one.

The special drinks he prepared can cause a lot of psychological damage but are also good for the body, and there is no one.

At the same time, I took a curious look at Fuji Zhousuke, who had nothing to do. The expression on Shang Shan Yu's face was very subtle.

Obviously Fuji Zhousuke and Takashi Kawamura drank the punishment tea at the same time, but Fuji still maintained a leisurely smile, and Kawamura was already unconscious after flipping through Byakugan.

His eyes are full of inquisitive desires, how did Fuji drink a whole cup of special beverage without changing his face, and there is no problem at all.

"Um...Shangshan students look at me like this, is there anything wrong?"

After noticing the gaze of Tsung Yuu, Fuer turned his head slightly, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and he asked in a soft tone.

He just teamed up with Aaron to experience this special volleyball training, and the mystery really surprised him.

It seems that this somewhat mysterious upper-shirt student knows their physical condition very well, and the restriction on his body's weight is also stuck on a precise point.

"No, it just suddenly felt that Fujii's classmate might be special."

He shook his head and looked away from his shirt. The thought just now was indeed a bit rude.

At the same time, he remembered what Tezuka had agreed with him. The current non-two week helper is not playing tennis for himself.

Working hard for other people's dreams... Such a person is really rare. If you think about it this way, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is special.

"Hehe... Really, then I will treat this as a compliment from the top-shirt classmates."

With a light smile, Buer's tone naturally bypassed the topic.

As smart as him, he has already seen the divergence of Shang Yuu's heart, but he hasn't been too entangled. No matter what purpose the other party has, as long as the object is still him, it will eventually be revealed.

"I just don't know if it has something to do with Tezuka."

Glancing at Tezuka, who still couldn't see his emotions, Fuji was a little uncertain this time, but what he was certain was that the purpose of this joint training would definitely not be that simple.

After all, Tezuka seemed to have been waiting for the Ice Emperor before, and after the two ministers met, he was not surprised at all, as if both parties had greeted them in advance.

He hadn't thought about the connection inside, but the words of Shang Shan Yu interrupted his thoughts.

"Drag them back first."

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Tsung Yuu also spoke helplessly.

A few people nodded their heads and agreed. Although their bodies were exhausted, it was not an option to just leave these guys here.

Half a morning and an afternoon, except for a few people, most of them were drenched with dried vegetable juice. Among them, the worst was Kikumaru Eiji and Shido Ryo, who were drenched again in the afternoon. Still lying on the ground till now...

After some busy schedule.

The dinner table.

When everyone in the loser group gradually recovered from their stomachs, everyone looked at Yushang Yuu and Qian Zhenji with horror.

They didn't want to experience the feeling of falling into hell for the rest of their lives.

"It seems that everyone is still obsessed with it, welcome to continue to taste it tomorrow!"

Squinting his eyes and smiling, Tsung Yuu's gaze swept around, deliberately teasing.

"What a joke! I will definitely not be punished like that again."

When he patted the table, Kikumaru's face was very excited, and now he could still feel the bitter taste in his mouth as soon as he pursed his mouth.

"You two must try that horrible drink."

"right!"

...

Kikumaru's words filled with indignation resonated with many people, who would rather suffer physical punishment than this kind of punishment that is unknown to life or death.

"I drink it every day."

Without the need for everyone to fill it, I took out the kettle with his name on it, poured a cup into the cup very calmly, and took a sip.

"Wow! Fuck you really..."

The few people who were deeply poisoned were all shocked and hurriedly pulled the distance from Qian Zhenzhi.

"Don't I think this drink is actually good."

Just when everyone was still trembling, Fuer made another bold statement that attracted everyone's attention.

Even Tezuka looked at his friend next to him a little unexpectedly. He didn't expect that Fuer had such a peculiar hobby.

"It's so noisy, I'll sit down for this uncle, now it's time to enjoy the food."

Snapped!

Trace Department supported his chin with one hand and interrupted everyone's fuss.

The table is still so noisy, it's not gorgeous at all.

The speech of the owner of the villa finally calmed down the noisy group of teenagers, and everyone began to concentrate on the meal arranged by the Ministry of Tracking.

...

"Wow! So full, so satisfying!" He slumped in the chair behind him, and Kikumaru touched his belly in a very impersonal way.

The seafood meal just now made his bad mood instantly clear. Even the big eyes, which had been a little tired, were rejuvenated.

"what…"

Turning his head and glanced around, Kikumaru realized that he, Dashi, and Bingdi's big man were the only ones left on the table.

"Dashi, where did everyone else go."

Looking at the pile of debris in front of his desk, Kikumaru scratched his face in embarrassment, and asked in a low voice in front of Dashi.

Dashi first glanced at the birch that was slowly peeling the lobster, and then grumbled his eyes: "It should have been upstairs to take a bath and rest, and... Eiji, did you eat too much?"

Thinking of Kikumaru's rude look just now, Dashi couldn't help but blush. The reputation of their youth tennis club is about to be wiped out by Kikumaru.

"Hey-hey……"

...

On the side of the villa area, bright spotlights are shining on a well-equipped tennis court. The shadows of two people on it were stretched very long.

The sea breeze in the night blew the ends of the two of them, and Fujisuke raised his eyes to reveal clear eyes. His expression was serious and he asked the opposite side, "Is that the purpose of Shangshanyou classmate?"

After the meal just now, Shang Shan Yu stopped him at the corner of the stairs.

"I think it would be nice to have an enjoyable after-dinner activity with Fuji students."

"How about this reason."

Jackie Yu carried a racket on his shoulders, with a relaxed tone and a smile on his face.

"It seems that the interest of the students in the shirt is also very unique... In that case..."

A soft voice followed the sea breeze to Shangshang Yuu's ears, and there was no smile on Bu'er's face.

Feeling the blood flowing continuously in his body, Fuji realized that he was a little excited unconsciously.

This feeling……

The scene of the match against Tezuka flashed in his mind, and Fuji's blue eyes became sharp.

"Sweatshirt students, let's have fun!"

Standing on the court, Fuji issued his own declaration.

"No problem!" Nodded, his shirt responded with a smile. He could feel the fighting spirit that ignited on Bu Er Zhou Zhuo's body.

The best match is the agreement he exchanged with Tezuka.

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