Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"Oh, welcome you all of Bingdi, I was just worried that you could not find this place, and I wanted to send someone to pick you up."

The familiar Kansai accent came, and Shuo Watanabe appeared in front of the Ice Emperor with his iconic toothpick in his mouth.

Behind him followed Golden Koharu, Yuji Ichiji and Kenzu Shinya. There was some dust on the clothes of several people. It was obvious that they had just put down the things on their hands and had not had time to pat them off.

The Bingdi people looked at the Sitianbao Temple dressed as refugees a little speechlessly, and couldn't help worrying whether this stay was reliable or not.

This wilderness, overgrown with weeds, doesn't look like a place where you can train well.

"Hey, didn't Coach Sakura tell you? There is no tennis match in this training." Seeing the tennis bags behind everyone, Osaka Watanabe pretended to be surprised, as if he was the one who surprised the most.

Watanabe Xiu's words made the faces of the Ice Emperor black, and the bad premonition in their hearts deepened again.

"Haha, don't stand here anymore, let's go to the house and talk." Looking at the ice emperor members standing still, Watanabe Xiu greeted enthusiastically.

"I'm talking about the Trace Department, should we go back directly, I always have a bad feeling." The eyeballs rolled, Xiangri moved to Trace Department's side, and whispered.

He felt that as long as they followed Sitianbao Temple into the house, there would be no turning back.

"Let's take a look first." His brows were furrowed. Although Trace did not like the environment here, he still wouldn't let him shrink back.

He didn't think so much about the shirt, but kept looking at the traces around him. Except for the weeds around the open space, the house was fairly clean, and it was obviously inhabited all along.

He always lived alone in such deep mountains and old forests. In the books he had read, there was such a vocabulary that met the standard.

The escapist, or ascetic.

They will completely avoid all the hustle and bustle of the city and choose the most natural way of life.

This idea passed from China in ancient times has also given birth to the roots of Neon.

As far as he understands from his impression, Mifune’s entrance should be considered as a half. If it weren't for U17 and neon tennis as his concerns, then maybe he is such a type of person.

"And... this way of training."

Looking at Watanabe's back, Yuu Yuu remembered that Qingxue had such a training in his memory.

It was a special training in the deep mountains of Honshu Island organized by Coach Ryugasaki before the finals of the Great Kanto Contest. After that training, the improvement of the youth students was very obvious.

According to the current conditions, the training at Sitianbao Temple may be more thorough this time.

Once in the house.

Several other figures from Sitianbao Temple appeared inside.

Wiping the table and the floor, Shiraishi Kuranosuke's head is surrounded by a triangular headscarf, his body is attached to a high stool, and he wipes the glass with some Madara marks.

Seeing the Bingdi people coming in, they all just turned their heads and greeted them casually, and quickly got busy with the things at hand.

"Well, do you need our help?" Xiangri felt a little embarrassed when he saw that only a few of them had nothing to do.

"Of course! It would be great to be able to help. No one has cleaned the bathroom yet, so please everyone!"

His eyes suddenly brightened, and Watanabe Xiu grasped Xiangri's hands and shook it up and down. At the same time, he accurately arranged the so-called "cleaning" task for the Ice Emperor.

Xiangri was a little dizzy when he was shaken by him, and remembered what Coach Sakura had said before he came, only knowing that he nodded quickly and agreed, but he didn't see the unconcealable smile at the corner of Watanabe's mouth.

"Coach Watanabe, leave it to us over there." Holding his forehead, he dragged away the still dizzy Xiang Riyue.

"There are so many people who understand the Bingdi." Looking at the other unambiguous people, Watanabe Xiu smiled and bit the toothpick at the corner of his mouth.

After half an hour.

Swish!

Xiang Riyue took a brush, knelt in the bathroom, scrubbing vigorously.

"I said, why did things suddenly become like this." After rubbing hard for a while, Xiang Ri straightened up and sighed silently.

Why does this happen every time he has a chance to go out for training?

"Don't complain, let's finish it quickly. Unsurprisingly, we won't be able to touch the racket in the past seven days." Throwing the rag in the hand into the bucket, the shirt simply twisted twice, and stretched out a little tiredly. waist.

The bathroom looked unsightly at the beginning, and now they have been busy for a long time, and finally it is about to be cleaned up.

"Can't touch the racket?" The words of Shang Yuu also stopped the movement of the hands of the other people, looking at him with a look of confusion.

"Have you seen a tennis court here?" Tan Tan Shou, his shirts whitened at them.

It seems to be...

Everyone is silent.

"Huh! Don't think so much. Didn't you see my uncle also mopping the floor?" Seeing other people in slow motion, the trace department snorted heavily.

At the same time, he also wanted to see what tricks Sitianbao Temple could do.

evening.

Everyone came to gather in the lobby of this house. After cleaning for almost a whole day, at least this house looks decent.

"Ahem... The main content of this training camp is survival training!"

Seeing more than a dozen pairs of eyes watching, Watanabe Osa didn't seem to care. After attracting everyone's attention, he announced the purpose of this time.

"Survival training?" A big question mark appeared on everyone's head. In fact, even the Sitianbao Temple did not know the real training content.

"Axiu, are you kidding me again?" Seeing everyone at a loss, Yuan Zhe also stood up as the only senior.

Although this year's minister was handed over to Shiraishi, his mind to take care of his younger generations as much as possible has not changed. For them, who are still middle school students, this kind of survival training is not very reliable.

"It's not a joke. This time we have an accident with this house. You need to get everything by yourself."

The smile on his face was reduced, and Osamu Watanabe's tone became serious.

"Supplementing protein requires you to catch fish or fish in the creek; the water for bathing requires you to go to the creek to beat yourself; the firewood for boiling water needs to be cut by yourself; as the staple food, you need to go to the foot of the mountain to fetch it yourself; if you want to eat vegetables If you need to go to the mountain to pick it yourself..."

The various production conditions were told from Watanabe Osamu, and everyone's expressions became uglier as they listened.

Even the uncle driver who accompanied the trail department looked at Watanabe Osamu with unreasonable eyes.

Isn't it a joke to let such a group of children engage in wild survival?

"Well, if you feel unable to complete this training, you can also apply for withdrawing now." Seeing that no one said anything, Osamu Watanabe eased his expression, tilted his legs, and leaned comfortably against the chair behind him.

After a few minutes.

Seeing Zaimae Hikari, who was struggling the most, didn't say a word, and Osamu Watanabe smiled even more.

"Then it is so decided. This time I just brought the first day's food, and I will ask you all tomorrow." Speaking very unpleasant words, Watanabe Osa greeted the driver and walked to the kitchen together.

He looked at the lower track department hesitantly. After getting the promise from the track department, the driver uncle followed in. The meals of more than a dozen people also need him to work for a while.

As soon as the two adults left, there were only two groups of people left in the living room staring at them.

"Let's team up by task!" Almost unanimously, Jibu and Baishi said at the same time. The two looked at each other, confirming each other's thoughts.

Although this survival training seems to be difficult, there are so many people, and if they are executed in groups, there should be no problem.

"Shangshan, you can give suggestions." After discussing for a while, after all there were no comments, Tracebe turned his attention to Shangshan Yu.

Speaking of looking at people, he found that Shangshan Yu was very good at this aspect, and he was quite familiar with the personnel on both sides of Sitianbao Temple and Ice Emperor.

Without refusing, after scanning the other fifteen faces, Shang Shan Yu made his arrangements.

"Ninzu, Akutsu, you and Ishida go fishing; Koishikawa, Caiqian, Xiangri, Huadi, you guys go to the mountains to pick bracken or spring bamboo shoots."

After a pause, Jung Yuu pondered for a while.

"You three, Kenya, Shido, and Cirou, go to the bottom of the mountain to pick up rice. Shiraishi, Yuji, and Atobe are responsible for picking water, and Hara Tetsu, Koharu, and I are responsible for chopping wood."

The light in his eyes flashed, and shirt Yu seemed to have made a task arrangement that best suits everyone's specialties.

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