Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"Sweater, you just mentioned these two newcomers."

Looking at Feng Chang Taro and Hiyoshiro who came from the registration office, they asked with interest.

"There was a trial match when these two guys and Huadi were watching the game between you and Rubu. I noticed them at that time. They should be two good seedlings." To Shinobu's inquiry, Shangshanyou responded with a smile.

"It turns out that there is this reason. It seems that I was overwhelmed by my grandfather's gorgeous football skills."

"Is it, Huadi!"

Originally sitting in a chair very casually, when he heard that the new student whom Shang Shan Yu was concerned about had joined because of him, the trace department immediately became energetic and couldn't help but become narcissistic.

"Why, you are interested in trying it out yourself.

But...maybe the minister's end can really produce good results. "

He raised his eyebrows slightly, his shirt was smiling, and there was a trace of bewitching in his words.

"Hmm...not bad, it's a bit boring to watch here all the time, I hope they can surprise my uncle."

With a charming smile on his face, Trace directly stood up from his seat and walked towards the stadium where Rijiruo lined up.

"Hey, is this a bit too messy."

Regarding the wayward behavior of the trace department, Xiang Riyue's forehead was covered, and he said silently.

The expression was relaxed, and he smiled indifferently: "It doesn't matter, isn't he always like this in the trace department?"

"Haha, too." A few people who understand the character of Trace Department smiled softly.

A little willfulness, this is also one of the charms that Tracebu possesses.

Sure enough, just after the footsteps stepped onto the court, there was a loud scream outside the court.

"Ah! Trace Department!"

...

The support team, who was only going to silently appreciate the beauty of Rubu, let out a huge cheer.

This made the other players who were playing on the court slightly stunned.

"Shut up, little cats!"

With a soft beating, Trace Department interrupted the noise outside the court, his eyes were sharp and his tone was very disdainful.

"Well……"

After being scolded, they didn't feel unhappy at all. After covering their mouths subconsciously, many people looked more obsessively at the fascinating traces on the court.

"Tsk tsk..."

Leaning on the chair, Ajiu Jin squatted his mouth. He suddenly realized that there was something in the trace department that could not compare to him. At most, the only senior sister who had been pestering him, and trace department...

After looking at the large group of girls behind the barbed wire, Akutsu smiled disdainfully.

On the field.

Hijiruo's eyes were sharp, and he felt his muscles tremble with excitement.

Atobe Keigo!

The legendary minister who created the current Ice Emperor, did not expect that his assessment would be executed by the other party.

"You are Rijiruo, right."

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and the eyes of the trace department looked up and down at the small figure on the other side.

"Take out all your strength, otherwise..."

Before he could finish his words, the bitter aura exuding from Tracebu's body was pressed towards Hijiruo.

"Terror, powerful enemy!"

The eyes in his eye sockets shrank twice quickly, and Hijiruo deeply felt the pressure from his body.

At the same time, he naturally understood the meaning of the half-sentence that Rubu didn't finish.

Maintaining vigilance, Hijiruo retreated to the bottom line of his court, holding the ball in one hand and patting in the other hand, in a strange posture by him.

"Oh? Interesting."

Looking at Hijiruo with amazement, Jibu's eyes became more interested.

If you are not mistaken, this kind of starting style seems to be related to some ancient inheritance of neon. It's not like kendo, but it still feels familiar.

"Tops, your eyes are still so harsh."

A trace of thought flashed in his eyes, and he could bear to stare at the movements of Ri Jiruo below. He did not expect that the other party would actually withstand the momentum of the trace.

Although Trace is not in the heart, but even so, his aura is not something ordinary people can resist.

Taking a deep breath, Hijiruo glanced at the casually standing trail.

Huh!

The tennis ball in his hand is tossed vertically upwards.

His arm, which originally seemed to be holding a weapon, suddenly turned with a large angle and waved.

boom!

A serve that was different from an ordinary person was hit, and the tennis angle was a bit tricky towards the half of the court.

"Sure enough, it is an ancient martial arts style."

Shinzu pushed down his glasses secretly, and a strange light flashed through them. On the Kansai side, there were as many people who opened the Guwu Liudo Hall as there were those who opened the Kendo Hall in Tokyo.

And the special posture that Hijiru put in the beginning should be the starting pose of his school of practice.

Obviously there is already a kendo player, but I didn't expect another one to play ancient martial arts now.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Shinzu is now looking forward to what the tennis club will be like in the future.

Tatata!

"The angle is good, but this speed and strength..."

While the body is running, Trace Department can easily comment on this serve of Rijiruo.

boom!

With his arms extended and the racket swing, Tracebe directly blasted the tennis ball towards Rijiruo's feet.

I just felt that the rhythm I just got up was instantly disrupted, Ri Jiruo's body slammed, his muscles were twisted at the same time, his arms were crossed, his left foot was stepped on, and while his body leaped up, his crossed arms swung down from the front of him. go.

boom!

The racket intercepted the chasing ball hitting his feet and slammed the tennis back back vigorously.

"It's really interesting."

The gaze of Jung Yuu carefully scanned Ri Jiruo's body. Although the opponent's tennis foundation still had a lot of omissions, he was able to receive some balls that he couldn't normally receive even though the opponent's tennis foundation had many omissions.

For example, this weird smash just now made the shirt Yuu feel such a tinge of rabbits and flocks.

Onobu's eyesight is more sophisticated, and he naturally sees the potential and shortcomings of Hijiruo.

boom!

Turning around was another foot volley, but this time Hijiru didn't react at all, staying on the spot in embarrassment.

"Trace Department leads, 1-0."

"This foundation is a bit weak."

Da da da……

After tapping the tennis ball a few times, Tracee secretly assessed Rijiruo's tennis level. Obviously, Hijiruo has not combined the two things well.

It may be frightening against ordinary people, but for the trace department whose eyesight is almost at the master level, it seems a bit nondescript and full of loopholes!

boom!

"2-0"

...

boom!

"3-0"

After the trace department made two random shots, they all scored easily after a simple pull.

On the other hand, Hijiruo was a bit exhausted on the court, and seemed to want to prove himself in front of Mibu. His running pace was very messy, and he could not control his physical strength and adjust his rhythm.

five minutes later.

boom!

"The game is over, the track department won, the score is 7-0."

"keep working hard."

He stroked the ends of his slightly curled hair coolly and smiled at Hijiruo who was kneeling on the ground.

His gaze was startled, staring at the back of Obi turned and left, Ri Jiruo's palm was tightly clenched into a fist.

"The following grams are on!"

In a low voice, he read the purpose of his envelope for so many years.

Hiji stood up fiercely, and shouted towards the ruins: "One day, I will be down to the top of the ice emperor!"

"Yes?"

The footsteps stopped, and the trail department turned his head sharply, and he was the first to dare to say such a thing in front of him.

He stared firmly at each other for a few seconds.

"Forget it, it's up to you, if you can do it."

With a light smile, Tracebe waved his hand. He saw a trace of conviction called stubbornness in the eyes of the other party.

"Haha, it's really a good goal..."

As if watching a good show, Shang Xian Yu said with a smile at the track department.

"By the way, there is one more one of you who still want to shoot?"

Sweeping past the other people who had nothing to do, Shun Yuu reminded.

Actually, Jung Yuu prefers Feng Chang Taro's character compared to Hi Yoshiro, especially the hard-working tennis player.

"No one? Then, let me go this time." Seeing that everyone didn't respond, Jackie Yu stood up.

"Um?!!"

...

The new recruits from the Ice Emperor's side are in full swing. Kanagawa also ushered in an arrogant young man with confident eyes today.

He has a slightly curly black short hair, especially the tip of the hair, which is very curved, like a kelp floating in the water.

Committed to the tennis club of Li Hai University, his goal is the "Big Three" that became famous in the national competition last year.

"I will prove that Qian Yuechi is the strongest!"

With admiration for the championship team and desire for the strongest title, the teenager led by the sea relentlessly stepped into the horror team that almost gave him no confidence.

...

Youth Tennis Club.

Dashi was very excited to sit in the recruiting position, but after seeing the still calm figure beside him, Dashi quickly suppressed his mood.

"When will it be like Tezuka."

In general, Oishi is very envious of Tezuka's demeanor. Sometimes he always wonders whether he is suitable for the position of deputy minister.

In terms of strength, No. 2 is stronger than him; in terms of training, doing is definitely a good player, and even got the recognition of the strong team of Bingdi. And he always feels that he has little effect on the team...

This time he didn't make him think for too long. Soon, a pair of noisy figures in the distance came towards the tennis club.

Looking at the youthful vitality on them, Dashi's face unconsciously showed a bright smile.

"These freshmen may be the future of their youth tennis club."

With such a longing, Dashi has already prepared two application forms in his hands.

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