Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

Early the next morning.

After a good rest, everyone gathered in the court downstairs according to the stipulated time.

"Hey, shirt, why are you dressed like that?"

As soon as a few people arrived at the stadium, they had already seen the tops waiting for them in the center of the stadium.

Among them, only shirt Yu wore a sports long shirt and a pair of black rimless glasses with a serious expression on his face.

This made everyone who hadn't figured out the situation a little bit of curiosity, and Xiang Riyue asked directly.

"Ahem... In the next few days, I will be your coach."

Shang Xian You put his right fist to his mouth, coughed twice, not embarrassed.

Everyone looked at each other, and then one after another looked at the traces who were standing aside without speaking. The look in his eyes was like saying, this is not a joke, right?

Although you know that Shang Xian Yu is very strong, didn't you say that you should train together? How come you become a coach.

Everyone was speechless.

"Ah, what he said is right. In the next few days, you will all train this uncle well."

The trace department did not explain, and directly reminded it loudly. Although a bit exaggerated, it is true.

"Ah, this is too unfair." Xiang Riyue took a look at the other people's expressions, and muttered softly.

"It looks like Xiangri is very dissatisfied with me. It seems that you need to readjust your training plan."

Shangshan You looked at Xiang Riyue with an aggrieved face, and smiled kindly.

Hearing this, Xiang Riyue had a flustered face, and quickly put his hands together, lowered his head and said, "Sweatshirt students, no, the shirt coach, please ignore me."

"Hahaha……"

Xiangri's amusement eased everyone's originally complicated emotions.

Others are not jumping out to refute anything. You should be a coach if you are a coach. Anyway, this guy is much better than himself.

After thinking about it, I realized that it seemed not so difficult to accept.

Shinzu glanced at Xiang Ri Yueren through his lenses, did this guy know a lot about things? He did a good job.

Jirou Akutagawa yawned as always. Now his sleepiness is not as serious as it was in the third grade, but the early training still made him a little sleepy.

In his opinion, it is his happiest thing to be able to play tennis all the time.

Seeing no one objected, Shang Xian Yu gave everyone a copy of the training form according to the plan discussed with the trail department.

Then Shun Yuu said with a serious face:

"The regional competition is about to start soon, plus the subsequent metropolitan competitions, the Kanto competition, and the national competition. Our current strength is far from enough.

The sea is big in Kanto, and the mountains are blown; Shibaoten Temple is in Kansai, Makinotogori; the lion music in Kyushu is the Kuroshio. These are all powerful opponents we need to face.

And this year we have a lot of first-year students, so I just organized this assault training. I hope everyone will take it seriously. "

"And our Bingdi's goal has always been a national championship, and I hope you don't fall behind."

The simple and very stressful speech made by the shirt made everyone feel tight, and there was no thought of playfulness.

They joined the Ice Emperor, didn't they just want to stand at the top of the country?

After finishing speaking, the look in Shangshan You's eyes hinted at the lower part, indicating that he had something else to say.

The trail department is also not welcome, and he walked to the front with his head upright, took the position of the shirt and said: "Remember our goal, to cheer up my uncle! I don't want to see you lose in the game. Looks like!"

"Go, start training!"

"is 6

Under the resolute and vigorous words of Atobe, everyone disbanded one after another, preparing to train according to their respective plans.

However.

When they checked the plan, they looked inexplicable.

However, although the training method inside was strange, everyone didn't have time to think so much, so they hurried to make preparations.

In the end, only Renzuo stayed in place.

"That shirt, is this my training program?" Shinzu frowned, looking at the shirt you did not understand and asked.

Jackie Yu took a look and smiled to himself. Then he said quietly: "Yes, this is your training plan. This is the plan that I discussed with the trace department and coach Sakura. The best plan for you, don't doubt it!"

Shang Xian Yu's expression is serious and serious.

"Okay... okay." Shizuo rubbed his brows. Although the shirt Yu was very serious, why did he always feel unreliable.

But thinking that this was designed by a few people for him, it is hard to say. He could only be alone, walking towards the jungle outside the villa.

"Hey, shirt, why do I feel that the plan you gave to Ninzu is the most unreliable." After seeing Ninzu walking, Tracebe asked.

The trace that had been observing this scene just now still didn't hold back, and when he saw it for the first time, he also had a question mark on his face.

fishing?

If it weren't for the trust in Sung Yuu, he thought Sung Yuu was teasing him.

"Don't worry, you can't go wrong."

Shang Shan Yu did not explain, can he say that this is the best solution given by the system panel.

However, he thought about the Ninju after two years. It was obvious that the tennis style of the Ninju back then was very different from now.

If the surface of the Ninja is a bit cold, then the heart is too easy to be restless, not at all like the later that seems to be gentle and jade, but in fact there is an unspeakable coldness.

Know that the Kansai Wolf who can seal the mind is the real hunter on the court.

Forbearance now is too immature.

so.

Fishing, not necessarily the fish, but also the heart.

...

Except for Renzuo who started a silent fishing trip alone, everyone else's life was not easy.

"Wow, how come there are bees in this hole."

Xiang Riyueren ran in the jungle with a panicked look. Holding a loose wooden racket in his hand, he dodged some branches and shrubs from time to time.

At the same time, there are several other candidates behind his ass, but the others are not as flexible as Xiangri, and they are quite embarrassed by bumps and bumps on their bodies.

"Huh~"

"Huh...huh..."

I don't know how long it took to run, and then a few people stopped, gasping for breath.

Then they haven't waited for them to come back to their senses.

Puffing...puffing...puffing...

The sound of seven or eight tennis balls ejected from all directions.

"Again!"

Nobunori Kaida and Sakamoto Kuma both looked bitter. Only then did they see that several targets were shaking again not far away.

If they don't knock down these targets in the first time, they will be out of luck, just like just now.

"Songshan Yu, you bastard!"

"Look at me!"

Howl to the Riyue people, jumped one by one with the help of a small slope.

boom!

boom!

Two tennis balls were played by him.

However, this loosely stretched racket makes his strength and ball control completely different from usual, and I don't know where it's crooked.

"Ruined!"

Xiang Riyue's face collapsed. He forgot the condition of the racket again.

Swell...

Puff...

"Oops!"

Others also have bad expressions on their faces.

Except for Jiro Akutagawa who correctly returned the two balls, no one else succeeded.

Immediately afterwards.

Boom boom boom boom!

There was a burst of sound of a dense ball server, and a tennis ball at a speed of 200kmh burst out.

Several people were in a hurry and were beaten up and yelling.

Only Akutagawa Jirou is getting more and more excited, this is the first time he has encountered this novel tennis training.

...

the other side.

It's like being isolated from the world.

Like an old monk, Ninzu Yushi sat cross-legged on a rock and said nothing.

There was a faint cry from the other side of the jungle in his ear. He couldn't help holding the fishing rod in the handshake.

Others are training hard to improve their own strength. Why is he the only one sitting here fishing?

For some reason, there was an unspeakable emotion in his chest.

He wasn't here on vacation, and since the last miserable defeat at the top of the shirt, he has been more eager to be stronger than he is now.

He, who also has his own pride, will prove like that person that he will also be a strong man, not a genius living under others.

The mind of forbearance is confused.

Even a fish that had been hooked slipped away again without even noticing it.

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