Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"Let's go, it's over, do it."

With a look of relief, and a complicated glance at Fujisuke off the court, Tezuka awakened Sadaji, who was still contemplating.

Tonight's Fuji has taken a step forward from his circle, and I believe he will see a brand new Fujisuke in the near future.

Gan glanced at the two people under the court, then looked back at Tezuka's back, gently squeezed his palm, and then stepped on the sparse shadow of the tree and followed in the direction of Tezuka.

The little notebook he used to take notes did not have a few lines of black writing on it. Regarding the data of Sung Yuu and Fujisuke, his record remained at the time of the first game of both sides.

He has learned a lot today, and there are many things that are difficult to record just by taking notes.

It came out silently, and there was no movement when I returned.

When Shang Shan Yu and Fuji Zhousuke walked back to the villa together, only Huadi was left in the restaurant below.

Seeing that he has been watching the expression at the door, it is estimated that he is waiting for the trace department. Others he does not know, but the two people of trace department and Ninzu definitely noticed his and Fuji's movements.

Among the few figures around the stadium before, it is estimated that there is the uncle of his track department.

We greeted Huadi, and the two of them walked towards the second floor together until they reached the stairs on the second floor. They took a leisurely pace in their shirts, smiled and said to the Fuer on the side: "Fuji classmates, do A good dream."

"The same to you……"

His eyes narrowed into a crescent, and Fuji responded with a somewhat complicated mood.

Nodding, the two walked in opposite directions from the corridor.

Their game starts here and ends here.

...

Back in the room, the first thing for Jackie Yu is to take a shower.

After comfortably soaking his entire body in the bath, Shangsongyu leaned back on his shoulders, watching the mist constantly floating, and his thoughts couldn't stop diverging.

"Fuji Shusuke……"

With a soft whisper, the whole process of the two of them fighting against each other appeared in the mind of Shang Shan Yu.

In addition to the constant use of various stunts and interspersed tactics on the court, he was surprised by the star-filled unicorn landing at the end of the second week.

The opponent deserves to be the opponent that Tezuka has recognized since the first grade, and that kind of creative talent is the only one among the many strong men in the future.

Perhaps, when it comes to the development and creation of skills, only Byodoin can wrestle with him.

With every ball played back by him and Fujisuke in his mind, Jung Yuu seriously started the replay.

The feeling of watching a game on and off the court is not the same. Even now, he feels that he will gain a little bit every time he plays against different opponents.

Over time, he believes that one day he will be able to perfect his own tennis quality.

...

No words for a night.

Kunimitsu Tezuka woke up from the soft big bed early this morning and touched his glasses on the bedside cupboard. He looked at the wall clock on the wall, and it was only 5:20.

Pulling the curtains and opening the window, the refreshing air from the sea rushed towards his face, making him take a deep breath.

It's a pity that the sun hasn't risen yet, looking towards the sea, it still feels a little gray.

"Um...that is."

As far as he could see, a figure wearing an off-white training suit drew into his eyes.

His eyes flashed, and after a little wash, he walked downstairs.

Carrying a bag on one shoulder, as he approached, the silhouette of that figure became clearer and clearer.

"Sure enough it is him."

Slightly certain in his heart, from his line of sight, Tsong Yuu was sitting cross-legged facing the sea. The whole body seems to undulate with a special rhythm.

"This is breathing..."

Closed his eyes and felt it physically, Tezuka discovered the wonderful state of Yuu Yu's special rhythm.

Feel everything in your body, and calm your heart into the water.

The breath of water in the body of the shirt continued to flow, although he was born in neon, but for the first time he meditated in front of this endless sea.

In the early morning on the beach, everything was empty, except for the waves that were gently pushed to the shore, layered on top of each other, making a rattling sound.

After reaching a certain inexplicable limit, he once again merged into the vast sea in front of him.

Taking the body as the "ocean", the airflow of breathing is like surging waves, layered on top of each other, winding and long, but in the end everything is returned to the endless emptiness.

"call……"

Feeling the faint footsteps coming from behind, Jackie Yu finally took a long breath of relief and opened his eyes.

There was a hint of joy in his eyes, and his breath of water made great progress once again.

The practice of Changzhong is not comparable to the full concentration. It seems to be a state that can maintain the full concentration forever, but what is needed is not only talent, but also the willpower that is as solid as a rock and is immovable.

This time, because of the realization of the breath of water, his practice of Changzhong took another step forward, even the breath of wind...

Breathing lightly and feeling the lingering breeze in the end, Shang Yuu's eyes are bright, and he feels very good.

Lightly patted the sand on the buttocks, and then finished the compulsory course of meditation every morning-meditation, and stood up lightly.

Looking back, I saw a tall young man standing not far behind him, looking at him inexplicably.

"Morning, Tezuka!"

Smiling and waving his hand, Yu Yuu's gaze fell on the tennis bag behind his shoulder.

"Morning, shirt." Tezuka nodded in response. Then his eyes carefully examined the body of Shang Shan Yu, and he stopped talking.

"Sweater, do you get up early every day to practice."

Looking into the distance, Tezuka also placed his gaze on the sea in front of Top Yuu, and asked in a erratic voice.

"Haha...I'm used to it. Kendo is something I practiced earlier than tennis, and it's also the foundation of my tennis..."

A trace of remembrance flashed in the eyes of the shirt. At first, he did practice breathing and kendo first, and then set foot on the tennis road again and again.

"That's it, I took the liberty..."

Hearing Shang Shun Yu's answer, Tezuka was taken aback, looked at the expression on his face, and apologized softly.

"Haha, it's okay, my current kendo and tennis have not been pulled down yet."

Stepping forward, he patted Tezuka's shoulder with a smile, showing that there was no slightest care on the shirt Yuu's face.

It's not that he needs to choose one for any reason. Now he mainly uses tennis, which was originally his own decision.

"It's you, it's so early, the trace department should be a while."

Turning to the topic just now, Tezuka Yuu asked about the match between Tezuka and Takabe. He knew that the two would play in the morning, but he did not expect Tezuka to go directly to the stadium, but came to him first. .

"Let's go together."

Shook his head, Tezuka did not explain. Can he say that he just saw it accidentally, and then was a little curious.

"good."

Tsung Yuu didn't say much, and the two silently walked towards the stadium yesterday.

Along the way.

Occasionally scanning the profile of Yushang Yuu, Tezuka's heart was still a little touched.

Jackie Yu hasn't slackened a bit because his strength has reached this point, and he is still training diligently every day.

His strong willpower not only urges him to become stronger, but also spurs them who are opponents to each other.

Tightening the strap on his left shoulder, Tezuka felt that he couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency in his heart.

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