Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

Gently put the ball bag on the sidelines, Yu Yu took out a black and red racket from the inside, and went straight to the tennis court.

Those high school students who were still noisy with the very active and natural movement of Shang Shan Yu were all in a daze.

"Hey, has it been decided, who of you will go first?"

With a chic and confident smile on his face, the slightly provocative words of Yu Yuu made the faces of the high school students on the 15th and 16th court flush.

Subsequently.

It was a wave of nameless anger that surged into their hearts.

"Too arrogant!"

"Who does he think he is?!"

"This is not a place to play in the middle school."

...

In an instant, the noisy and noisy sound rushed towards the shirt, causing his brows to wrinkle slightly.

"It seems that the overall quality of the courses behind U17 is really not very good."

A gleam of light flashed in Yuu Yu's eyes.

"To shut up!"

"If no one wants to play, don't stand in the way for me."

A clear reprimand sounded from the top of Yushang Yu's mouth, and his disdainful eyes swept the high school students who were still moving their mouths.

"I, I'm coming!"

Suddenly, a sturdy figure jumped out of the crowd.

Matsumoto Dahe's face was a little red because of his anger, his eyes were round, and his whole person looked at Yusho Yuu with anger.

"Boy, I will let you know the gap between junior high school students and high school students!"

With a slightly hideous expression, Matsumoto Oga is very proud of being selected for the U17, and now that the junior high school student Yushang Yu has just entered, he dares to speak so much.

Even if the other party is a leader in middle school, but it comes to U17, hum...

Not everyone is a Phoenix by Byodoin Temple.

Looking at the physique of Tsung Yuu who is obviously smaller than him, Matsumoto Oga can already think of how he will be promoted to the 13th court.

"Cut, it won't be easy."

Looking up and down at Matsumoto Okawa, the shirt smiled lightly.

It seems that these guys still haven't figured out why they are watching the door here.

People and arrogant.

The glory of being selected for U17 has blocked their sight. You know, this place has been a paradise for the strong from the beginning.

The two sides stand still.

Although other high school students are a bit unwilling to be taken the lead by Matsumoto, they still have to abide by the basic rules of the training camp.

More than two dozen people all retreated outside the court, leaving the playing field vacant for the two of them.

They either sneered or showed a good show, but there were only a few people. They stared at the court with thoughtful eyes.

"Boy, give you a chance, you can serve first!"

Matsumoto Taiga watched Yushang Yuu wanting to go forward and guess the side, waved his hand indifferently, and came to his backcourt confidently.

With his strength, if he had to grab a global serve with a junior high school student, he would not be laughed at by the guys off the court.

"you sure?"

"Stop talking nonsense."

Tsung Yuu seemed to care for the mentally retarded. He glanced at the other party for the last time and said nothing.

The opponent is so stupid to bring up the most taboo emotions on the court, then he will naturally call him a good man.

Picking up a light yellow rubber tennis ball, the shirt was gently moved upward, and the corner of his mouth was slightly hooked.

"Then, keep your eyes open!"

Huh!

The tennis ball was thrown vertically by the shirt, and after leaping over his head, his arm twisted to the inside of his body.

Puff!

The astonishing explosive force between the rotation of the wrist brought out an afterimage of the racket that was somewhat invisible to the naked eye.

"boom!"

There was no reaction at all. Matsumoto Dahe heard only a roar from his feet, and when he looked up again, the tennis ball had already rolled off the iron net behind him.

Guru~

"how come……"

Outside the court, the eyes of the high school students who were onlookers were almost taken off, and they didn't see the serve of Yu Yu's just now.

This is still they are on the sidelines, if they are on the court...

The body trembled slightly, and their gazes when they looked at Shang Yuu suddenly changed. How could this be a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Hey, can't the seniors reach this speed? Then I will slow down this time."

Ignoring those astonished gazes, Yuu's mouth lightly grinned, and he said words that made many people embarrassed and indignant.

Before Matsumoto Oga continued to get angry, Yuu Yuu's arm swung lightly and kicked off again.

Puff!

"30-0"

...

boom!

"40-0"

...

Puff!

"Senior, it's 1-0."

The cold light in Yusong Yuu's eyes was sharp and plunged directly into the heart of the opposite Matsumoto Dahe.

Because the opponent made a stupid move at the beginning, he now needs to swallow this bitter fruit on the court himself.

However, at this time, facing the majestic and cold boy on the court, Matsumoto Dahe seemed to be stunned, and his eyes began to dodge.

"I still have a chance, maybe the opponent is just serving the ball well." Matsumoto Oga was still comforting himself in his heart when switching courts.

The students who can come here should have one or two powerful tricks. If the shirt Yu is because of the serve just now, then it's the past.

However, the fluke in his heart is a vain after all.

Fifteen minutes later.

Tatata!

He sprinted to the tennis ball and twisted everything with his shirt and wrist.

Click!

The tennis ball fell in front of Matsumoto Okawa's horrified eyes like a leaf.

"The game is over, the score is 6-0."

The unvoiced words of Shang Shan Yu resounded like a thunder in their ears.

"Matsumoto on the 15th stadium didn't even score a point!"

There was a tumult outside the court.

The expressions of those high school students are completely different from the beginning.

Seeing that Tsung Yuu played a whole set without panting, they all understood that the strength of this junior high school student was far more than that.

"Why, does anyone want to continue?"

Watching Matsumoto Dahe sweating profusely, he walked off the court desperately, with the shirt Yuu still standing tall and straight on the court.

"I come!"

Not long after, another tall and thin high school student walked down.

The situation was forced to the present level by the shirts, and their high school students couldn't easily retreat. This is no longer as simple as an admission test match.

Even if they use the most inferior means of consumption, they have to defend this position.

...

In the building of the U17 training base.

"It's really a waste."

Kurobe gently rubbed the lower brow wings with his index finger and thumb. The performance of the 15th and 16th stadiums can be described as unsightly.

"Saito, I am afraid that he can't measure his strength at all, or put him under pressure."

Turning the sliding chair lightly, Kurobe looked helplessly at the tall man with a long pony tail behind him.

After the game just now, the five-dimensional data he observed has been changing, which also shows that there are many places in the shirt you are playing with each other.

"Relax, whether it is a positive or negative result, there will be a certain degree of spiritual baptism."

Looking at the boy in the monitor with some excitement in his eyes, Saito Zhi seemed to have discovered a brand new treasure.

"Do you mean it!?"

Glancing at Saito's somewhat special smile, Kurobe instantly understood what his partner wanted to do.

"But also, U17 also needs some new changes recently to stimulate those guys."

As if to understand, Kurobe smiled and muttered, then turned back to the chair, and set his sights on the court where Yuu Yu was.

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