Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"Is this really good, Tezuka."

Standing in the shadow of a tall coconut tree, his dry face seriously asked the majestic figure.

In his calculations, the probability of Fuya losing to Tsung Yuu is as high as 95%. It is not that he is underestimating him. On the contrary, from the past data he has collected, Fuya has actually emerged in elementary school and he is known for his tennis prowess. Unfathomable.

However, when Fu Du was facing Yu Yu Yu, the balance in his heart naturally tilted.

After all, the data on the top of the national competition was too exaggerated. Even Li Haida, who won the national championship, their minister did not win the top of the top.

So in his opinion, Tezuka's deliberately arranged game made him not very understanding. Why do you have to play a game that must be lost.

"Fuck, look good, he won't regret this match."

With his hands on his chest, Tezuka's tone was very calm. Even if he lost to himself before, but Fuji’s eyes remained on him alone, he still hadn’t found his own tennis in a real sense...

"Fuji..."

With a soft whisper from the bottom of his heart, Tezuka hopes to break the shackles on Fuji's body once again with Yushang Yuu's hand.

"Well, I will!"

He nodded faintly, and decided to do his own job, and try to collect the data of the two games as complete as possible.

Opposite the court.

In the almost shadowed place, Trace Department and Renzuo were equally watching. They were very surprised by the help of the tops.

"I see!"

The color of thinking flashed in Mibu's eyes, and he really didn't expect that there would be a game on the shirt Yu's side at first.

"So this is your deal?"

Top Yuu vs. Fuji Zhousuke, and then Tezuka Kunomitsu vs. Keigo Atobe?

Thinking of Shang Shun You’s words that deliberately led him to the bait at the beginning, Rubu’s eyes are now angry and happy, it is unclear whether his Rubu uncle is the weaker party.

"I didn't expect Tezuka Kunomitsu you to be so confident."

In the speculation of Tracebe, it should be Yuu Yu who was contacted by Minister Tezuka in order to help his staff.

The whole thing was connected in series by him.

Tezuka's stern look appeared in his mind, and Tracebu could not wait to fight him right away.

The opponent, who has no record, dare to look down upon his uncle of the ruins!

On the other side, Ajutsu just stood in the distance and glanced at the two figures on the court, then put his hands in Kabuto, with a dull expression on his face, and walked silently towards the beach.

He was thinking about other things, but he didn't notice a sneaky figure hanging behind him.

On the field.

Except for the spotlight outside the court, the bright moonlight hit the faces of the two of them, covering their bodies with a layer of silver.

No referee, monthly certificate.

Fuji stood in the backcourt and tapped the yellow ball lightly with his racket.

Da da da……

The rhythm is clear and bright.

Snapped!

He squeezed his palm, and his sharp gaze shot directly at the opposite shirt Yuu.

Without tossing the ball high, Mr. Fuji held the tennis ball in front of him with the three fingers of his left hand, and then twisted it slightly to let it fall naturally.

boom!

The racket in the right hand was pulled from bottom to top, and a curved yellow light flew toward the top of the field.

"This ball, but it will disappear!"

There was a hint of determination in the azure blue eyes, and an undifferentiated tone echoed on the court.

Chi Chi...

The tennis ball made a scratch on the ground, and then bounced back up and down quickly.

"A special cut serve that interferes with people's sight?"

But it's a pity...

A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Yuu Yuu soon saw the essence of the ball.

"My current blind spot is not here!"

He directly responded with a quick wave of Shang Shan Yu's arm, and then raised it again and confidently pulled it toward the upper right of the position just now.

"I lied to you, I found it!"

Flick a shot.

boom!

With a crisp sound, the center of the racket was the yellowish tennis ball that seemed to disappear for a moment.

Whoosh!

Bu Er felt that the tennis ball that had been slammed had a flash of white light, and when he saw it again, the tennis ball had already bounced behind him.

A thin bead of sweat appeared on his forehead unconsciously, and there was a hint of shock in the eyes of Shangshang Yuu.

"Is it clear at a glance? This kind of oppression... really strong."

Muttered softly, this was the first time he faced a super master except Tezuka on the court.

call……

Suppressing a wave of waves in his heart, Fujia regained his calm brain.

Whoosh...

With another light turn, the tennis ball was sent out again by his powerful cut.

"useless……"

With a cold face, Yu Yu didn't even install the shirt this time, and directly ignored the constantly shaking tennis ball. With a fierce wave of his arm, he swung the racket toward a lower left angle.

boom!

With a trembling, the irregular tennis ball was once again caught accurately.

Whoosh!

Another extremely fast light headed towards Budu's backhand half.

Tatata!

This time, Fuya, who had been prepared for a long time, didn't sit and wait for death. His body sprinted forward, straddling directly between the ball lanes where the shirt Yuu hit back.

The racket leaned down, and the wrist was slightly swayed, and it was a wonderful pad against the tennis ball.

Snapped!

With only a low arc, the tennis ball quickly fell towards the net in front of the shirt.

"nice shot!"

With the ball pen in his hand, the timing of Fujitsu's serve to the Internet is very delicate.

After having the first ball as a pavement, let the opponent think that he would give up the return attack this time, and then accurately judge the course of the ball. After approaching the net, he simply used a wonderful drop before the net.

This distance, even if it’s the top...

"what!"

Like a ghost, in Gan Zhenzhi's eyes, the shirt Yu was like a thunder in the night, and he caught up with the ball with an extremely terrifying sprint speed.

boom!

With a diagonal volley, the tennis once again exploded in the second half of the match.

"30-0."

"If you have any other means, please use it as soon as possible!"

Standing proudly in front of the net, the look in his eyes was terrifyingly scary.

Feeling a sense of oppression, but Fuji did not flinch this time either. His azure blue eyes showed an extremely serious look, and his tone was firm: "As you wish!"

boom!

It's another cut serve with a special technique.

At the same time, Buer's eyes quickly swept over the top of Yuu's movements.

"Left?"

呲...

With a rapid turn, Fuji's entire body quickly rushed to the bottom line on the left hand side.

At the moment of the moment, this backhand intercepted the counterattack of Shang Shan Yu.

Just the speed of the counterattack made him feel a little strenuous.

"And... this strength!"

Shocked in his heart, Buya felt his wrist trembling constantly.

Is this the strong man Tezuka has been looking forward to!

"drink!"

With a soft sip, Fuer held the handle of the racket with his left hand at the same time, and forcibly pulled a cut back.

Bang!

The angle of the tennis ball was quite large, and it flew up diagonally.

"Chance!"

Seeing the shirt leapt up, the sharp glow in Fuji's eyes flashed.

This kind of opportunity that seems to be created for the other party may not be his opportunity.

boom!

Crackle!

A thunderous roar blasted in his ears, and Fuer was stunned in the same place. This smash hit him directly and his body was stiff, and a sense of terrifying oppression came from the figure in mid-air. .

"40-0"

The thunder light dissipated, and the tennis ball flew out high at this time.

Firmly squeezing the racket in his hand, Fuji felt a little bit of distress in his heart. Just now, he didn't even have a chance to use the brown bear to get caught.

"You, who can only defend and counterattack, are better than me in all aspects. What step can you do?"

Taking a deep look at Fujisuke who was still standing still, Jackie Yu whispered in his heart.

Since Tezuka has agreed, he naturally has to play this role well. Moreover, being merciful on the court is not his usual style.

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