Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"My tennis..."

Bu Er's eyes were a little lost. When he raised his head to look at the floating clouds in the sky, the four words [meaningless] came to his mind.

What if he did it to the present level? He still lost the game.

"Teammates, Tezuka, Yuta... I can't even guard my tennis."

He kept denying himself in his heart, and walked back to Qingxue's position in despair.

The thoughts in his mind kept tumbling. Doesn't he care about winning or losing? No, he has never given up his pursuit of victory since he lost privately to Tezuka and Shangshang Yuu.

He has not forgotten the feeling that can make blood boil.

"But... where is my tennis..."

He questioned himself again in his heart, but Buer's thoughts were emptied for a long time.

He doesn't seem to have an answer to this question yet.

...

"Fuji..."

Looking at Fujisuke, whose head was drooping, his aura seemed very apathetic, a trace of worry flashed across Kawamura Takashi's face.

He was very afraid that Fuer would lose his confidence in playing tennis. Those players who had previously played against Ajiuzin in different events would be hit by his horror talent.

He didn't want to become that appearance after two weeks help.

"Let Fuji think for yourself."

Gan stretched out his hand to stop Takashi Kawamura who wanted to step forward. There are some things that only he can think of.

Moreover, he believes that Fuji can get out of the predicament by himself. Although he doesn't know the length of time, when Fuji goes out, he will inevitably emit a dazzling light again.

Standing silently among the crowd, Fuer felt the concerned eyes of his teammates.

"I'm very sorry, you guys... let you down."

Raising his eyes slightly, Fuji's blue eyes were full of messy thoughts.

even……

He didn't even have the courage to turn his face away and look at Tezuka again, let the shadow of his hair cover his face, and stood aside silently.

A trace of distress flashed in Tezuka's eyes, but soon he made up his mind and took a deep breath. Tezuka looked around, his voice slightly increased: "Gather!"

After summoning all the members, Tezuka's face was solemn, and his expression calmly said: "Today, everyone is running back to school together!"

"……Yes!"

Qingxue everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then they understood what Tezuka meant by everyone. Many people's eyes faded slightly, and they responded in unison.

"This time, next time..."

His gaze swept across the Ice Emperor who was surrounding Ajiutsu. Tezuka's gaze stayed for a moment, and then he led Qingxue away from the court.

The throbbing in his heart has not dissipated, and as time goes by, it will only grow deeper.

...

The news of the Ice Emperor's victory in the Metropolis Competition didn't seem to cause much disturbance, and some schools that did not watch the game even thought it was a matter of course.

Bingdi was three to zero in an unknown school, which was nothing more than normal. Even if Qingxue defeated Yamabuki Middle School and Hojo Middle School before, it was the Ice Emperor!

Those who have watched the game know that the situation in the Kanto region has quietly changed, the Youth Academy is suspected to rise, and the Ice Emperor Academy is even more powerful.

Aju Jinren!

This young man who showed dazzling performance in the Metropolitan Competition has used his terrifying strength to show the fact that he has also steadily stepped into that boundary.

...

at the same time.

Back mountain of U17 training camp.

Several eagles hovered high above the cliff.

On the cliff of heart, two figures are standing in front of a dilapidated wooden house.

Mifune Ludao held a big wine gourd in his hand, pouring two sips into his mouth from time to time, and occasionally a few wisps of wine flowed onto his beard, but he didn't care at all.

"Have you decided?"

Mifune's turbid eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and his expression was very serious when he looked at the byodoin phoenix with the floating blond hair in front of him.

Byodoin is the most talented and leading U17 general he has taught. Now that the other party decides to wander around the world, his heart is both gratified and worried.

Since they achieved good results in the quarter-finals in the World Cup last year, many people have begun to look at the small island nation of Neon.

If something happens to a person abroad by Byodoin alone...

He remembered the thrilling scene of the last group match. Although it was because of an accident that saved people, those guys who played underground tennis abroad are more terrifying than accidents.

"Three-ship coach, I have already decided. Now my strength has reached a bottleneck, and it will not be useful to stay in U17."

One hand tightened a small cloth bag behind him, Byodoin frowned slightly, his face was extremely solemn.

No matter what happens, he will not regret this decision. If he wants to move to a higher level, he must have the consciousness to be able to cross hell.

He thought of those guys of the same age in the top eight in the world, but they all gave him a lot of pressure. Especially Medanore from Spain is faintly known as Europe's number one high school student.

Now his path doesn't allow him to stop there, he can't do like Jujiro Oni. So this world tour is what he must experience.

"Boy, I guessed you won't flinch. Take this one."

Mifune Jundao took out a large martial arts uniform, and he took out a small note with a series of numbers printed on it.

"Take this, if you have any trouble in Europe, you can find him."

"good."

Without pretense, Byodoin gladly accepted the note in Mifune's hand. It is more convenient to have his own person outside. Who can guarantee that he will never run into trouble.

"By the way, the kid who came with you last time in the World Championships is called the shirt."

"Shirt Yuu."

Byodoin's eyes flashed faintly, and a trace of remembrance appeared in his eyes, obviously thinking of the young man who had saved his life.

"Yes, Shangshan Yu. Before you leave, go find him and give this to him. This is the address."

Taking out a hot stamped envelope and handing it to Byodoin Temple, Mifune couldn't help but sigh the wonder of fate.

Their Neon Nets Association reached a brand cooperation with European top shirts after the World Games, and one of the top requirements of the tops is to ask the neon U17 to train his son.

After this request was sent to Sanfune, he immediately recalled this somewhat familiar name in his mind.

This is not the boy who saved the Byodoin Temple in the first place, it seems that the other party is still a member of the tennis club of Bingdi Academy.

"Isn't this a U17 invitation letter!?"

Looking at the very familiar envelope style, Byodoin was slightly surprised, "Micune coach, the other party is only in the second grade this year."

"It's okay, what do you think of his strength?" Mifune said nonchalantly after raising the gourd again and taking a sip.

According to the sneaky, 12 to 14-year-olds belong to the category of U17. Anyway, Neon does not have U14.

Moreover, the news that the shirts involved came from Europe before that the European Tennis Association is already discussing the reforms of the next World Cup, and it is very likely that middle school students who belong to the U14 will be used.

With the help of the shirt, he can just predict the situation of the neon middle school in advance and prepare early.

In fact, starting from the Kanto Contest this year, their U17 will have specialized intelligence collectors to observe the contests in various regions.

It has always been his habit to plan ahead.

Silently staring at the old face of Mifune Enroute, Byodoin's complexion changed a little. He probably understood the strength of Shang Yuu, and he was definitely a good player in the national level.

But the training in U17 is completely different from the middle school. Not to mention how many powerful roles are hidden in it, the ruthless competition alone may destroy the confidence of many geniuses.

U17, the title of the Powerful Smasher is not for nothing, even he was crushed by Oni Jujiro once. I don't know if this matter is good or bad for Sung Yuu.

"Phoenix kid, don't worry about this. This is what someone else's father personally requested."

Mifune curled his lips and saw the expression on Byodoin Temple. He still didn't know what the other party was thinking.

Of course, this also proves that the strength of Shang Shan Yu is definitely recognized by Byodoin Temple, otherwise Byodoin Temple would not only worry about the issue of age here.

"Huh, I know. I'll take care of this before I leave."

After thinking about it a little bit, Byodo-in Temple is no longer entangled so much. It's better to tell Sung Yuu more about U17 when the time comes.

And there are Duke and Wugu in the near future, there should be no problem.

In his impression, T-shirt You is not the kind of guy with low-mindedness and low-handedness. It is much better than the new "German elite" this time.

"Okay, get out, there will be people going up the mountain later." Almost finished, Mifune was also ready to wave to drive people.

Standing in place and bowing silently, Byodoin inserted the invitation letter into his pocket, and then turned away without hesitation.

The top eight in the world, that is not what he wants, his goal of Byodoin has always been the top position.

Seeing the figure of Byodoin Temple fade away, Mifune's eyes gradually drifted away, "Byodoin Temple, don't let me down."

As if thinking of many past events again, Mifune took a sip of wine fiercely, and his eyes became more muddy.

After half an hour.

A very embarrassed figure climbed up from the steep side of the Cliff of Heart.

Tokugawa Kazuya's neat dark blue short hair has become messy, no longer elegant and arrogant.

But on the other hand, his eyes, which looked like black shining stones, were filled with determination, and there was a flame of revenge in them.

"Byodoin Phoenix...!"

Coach Kurobe told him that this is where he can quickly transform and become stronger, so he came.

Soon, a drunken, rough old man came to him.

"You just make me..."

Snapped!

With a heavy wave of Mifune's backhand, Tokugawa directly slammed Tokugawa to the ground.

"Tokugawa Kazuya?"

"Don't linger, are you ready for the baptism of hell?"

Tokugawa's mind was a little buzzing, and he only felt a rough voice oscillating in his ears, and the momentum of Mifune's entrance was a little scary.

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