Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"Ha, it's over!"

He put his hands on his knees, his shirt bowed and panted slightly. As the referee's verdict fell, a strong sense of fatigue surged into his heart

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked his hair that had been completely soaked in sweat. He raised his neck and glanced at the burly figure on the opposite side.

"Sure enough, the gap is still visible to the naked eye."

The beating speed of the heart slowed down, the temperature of the body gradually decreased, and the shirt Yu had already retreated from the critical state of the transparent world.

hiss--

The muscles all over the body twitched a little, but they adjusted quickly under the calm of the breath of water.

But……

The fingers of his left hand pressed down on his temples, but the most uncomfortable thing about the shirt was mental fatigue.

As if staying up late for seven or eight days, the mental tingling made him very uncomfortable.

This is the price of forcibly resisting different dimensions. If a fragile wooden board wants to pry a hard stone, it is more likely to be broken by itself.

"Good fight."

Yu Yu was thinking about it, and a pair of white sports shoes appeared in his drooping sight.

Slightly straightening up, Yuu Yu saw the generous palm of Oni Jujiro stretched out towards him.

"I had a great time playing, thank you Senior Ghost."

Gently wiped the palm of his hand on his trousers, Yu Yuu showed a bright smile and reached out to hold the palm of the ghost.

In any case, Shang Xian Yu at least knows today that he is one step further away from his goal. The top tennis players in the world are no longer the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water.

The mark of his getting stronger step by step tells him that his efforts have not been in vain, as long as he firmly follows his own tennis path, one day, he will be able to stand at the apex of this world.

His face solemnly stared at the expression of Shang Shan Yu. After a few seconds, Oni Jujiro sighed softly, "I am also very happy, and...thank you for letting me understand something."

The confusion in his eyes did not know when it had faded, and Oni Jujiro's eyes were exceptionally bright.

Not only Byodo-in Temple, but even the junior of Shang Shan Yu dare to catch up and challenge the opponent that is almost impossible to defeat. What is he still worried about?

The two of them shook their palms a few times, and then they separated amicably.

At this point, the soldiers outside the field secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Many of them are more or less related to the shirt you, and today's game may have ended so perfectly that it is the best.

After shaking his hair, watching the sweat from the tips of his hair scatter, the shirt walked slowly to his bag outside the court.

When he opened the zipper and put the racket in his hand, his body was stagnant, and a racket that broke from the grip was lying quietly on it.

After gently touching the frame of the racket and the break in the grip with his fingers, Yuu Yu suddenly remembered that he was already second to a similar racket.

"Ah……"

With a long gaze, Jackie Yu couldn't help but chuckled to himself, "Just so, call me back next time you meet!"

Damn it!

Close the zipper of the ball bag, and walk back with the ball bag leisurely on his shirt.

This is regarded as a challenge failure, so naturally he won't get any ranks in the army.

However, today’s harvest has been enough for him to digest for a while, so the focus of the next stage is...

hiss!

In my mind, I still want to recall the scenes of the game just now, but the shirt Yu suddenly felt a little pain near the temples.

"We still have to come back to review carefully later."

Frowning, Shun Yuu rubbed his fingers lightly, and quickly put the messy thoughts behind him.

After greeting the acquaintances of Yuezhi Yueguang, the shirt Yuu left the field belonging to the first army under the gaze of everyone.

"It's really amazing."

Seeing the figure in the shirt Yuu gradually disappearing, Irrie sang Duo softly in admiration.

Shang Shan Yu's strength has indeed reached their level, but the challenge he chose today is too strong.

Moreover, if the shirt Yu can always maintain the temperament shown in this game, he can guarantee that the opponent's achievement will never be low, at least he is a strong player at the Byodo-In Temple level.

"It's really stressful." Aside, Shuji Tanjima smiled bitterly.

He feels that when Top Yuu and them come to U17 in that session, I am afraid that the training camp will be an earth-shaking change.

"Maybe... I should also make some changes." Such a thought quietly emerged in Tanjima Shuji's mind.

"It seems that there is nothing wrong with people, let's go back too."

In the stands, Saito Zhi and Takuchi Ryuji, who had hurriedly before, let go of their burdens.

Shang Shan Yu is a candidate for the next generation leader recognized by the head coach of the three ships.

With a gesture to the monitor, the two left together quietly. Some finishing work on other courses also needs them to handle.

Soon, only the internal members of the first army were left on the court. Because of the battle just now, the emotions of many people in the First Army have been mobilized.

-Kundao Yudou's eyes flickered, and the first one stood out from the team, "Mist Valley, how about a game between us? I want to see where the gap between me and the team leader is."

With a humble smile on his face,-Kundao Yudou has begun to use his negotiation skills.

Wu Gu's eyes were cold, and he glanced coldly at-Kun Dao Yu Dou, looking at the professional smile on the other's face, his face was solemn, "As you wish!"

Now he is No. 5 of the First Army, and-Kundao Yudou is No. 7. The opponent wants to take advantage of Byodoin’s absence, so he is a springboard?

Picking up the rackets, the two walked directly into the stadium next to them.

With the beginning of -Kun Island Yudou, Hakamada Izo, Dateman, and even Yuezhi Yueguang, many people's eyes became fierce. The ghost game just now, they were not comfortable watching it.

Everyone hopes to be released from the pressure of being chased by younger generations.

Shangshan Yu didn't know that after he left, the internal reshuffle of the first army became particularly intense. The game of this day continued until the evening.

...

Three days later.

"It's time to leave."

Taking his luggage, Shang Yuu closed the door of the dormitory behind him. His U17 journey will come to an end today.

The next time I come here, I'm afraid it will be when the Neon Nets Association is fully recruited. At that time, the stage of the World Championship will also have a place for their middle school students.

Walking slowly through this month and hitting sixteen courts, the shirt Yuu feels as if all the things that happened yesterday are still vivid.

The sound of slogans during exercise and the sound of hitting a tennis ball are heard from time to time. In this kind of enthusiasm for struggle, the shirt slips away quietly.

When the bus came up, it was still the familiar face, and the uncle driver turned on the ignition without saying a word.

With his chin squeezed, Jackie Yu still sat in the first row by the window.

The scenery keeps going backwards from the window, but this time, the U17 training base is also going backwards together.

...

Back mountain, the cliff of the heart.

Saito Zhi cautiously accompanied by a sturdy old man with rough edges.

"Three ships coach, did we just let him leave like this?"

Thinking of the amazing game he saw a few days ago, Saito still didn't hold back his doubts and asked.

In his opinion, there is no problem even if Tsung Yuu is recruited now, as long as he communicates with the Nets Association for his age, no one will check it anyway.

"Otherwise, do you want to enlist him now?" Mifune said irritably while lying down and glanced at Saito's smiling face.

"Don't say whether his father will agree, this batch of seeds is not the time to emerge now."

Sitting upright, Mifune's body showed a majestic aura.

"In addition, the regional competitions in each state this month have sent people to watch, and some troublemakers have reached in."

Mifune turned his eyes to the reborn Tokugawa Kazuya, with a sense of solemnity in his tone, "If you want to dig our roots, then don't go back."

Hearing this, Saito's body trembled, and an expression of resentment also appeared on his face.

"In the main areas of Kanto, Kansai, and Kyushu, a member of the army who chooses to stay at the base will be arranged..."

After making a gesture, Saito Zhi explained the plan he discussed with Kurobe and Mifune Enroute in detail.

"Yes, if you don't want to go on an expedition, just go down the mountain and do some activities."

A slightly satisfied expression appeared on Mifune's face, confirming Saito and Kurobe's plan, "By the way, let this kid go with him this time."

As if thinking of something, Tokugawa Kazuya who was still swinging with Mifune's index finger.

Not far from the cabin.

boom!

boom!

A black cross lead racket was swung by Tokugawa, and every time it was swiped, the tennis ball was accurately stuck on the cross point of the cross net.

After working hard for a month, he felt that he had undergone an all-round transformation, and even the sweet spot of the most difficult Master before had been skillfully used by him.

However, Tokugawa knew that he was not enough, and that good was far from enough. He couldn't compete with the kind of light that could destroy everything.

"Why can't I use that trick yet!"

boom!

Tokugawa waved forward again, and the tennis ball flew out heavily.

I remembered that Mifune told him that Byodoin Phoenix realized the light hitting the next day after completing the sweet spot technique.

And he...

"Boy Tokugawa, you can roll down the mountain."

While still thinking, a rough voice that was already very familiar sounded in his ears.

Snapped!

The swing of the racket stagnated, and with the help of the cotton thread, the tennis ball connected to the handle of the racket instantly hit his arm.

Regardless of the hot pain, Tokugawa looked very puzzled, "Mifune coach, I don't want to leave, I don't have the power of a Master to defeat Byodoin."

Puff!

A pair of wooden clogs slammed on his head, and Mifune roared with an angry look: "What the hell, I don't have anything to hand you here. If you want strength, then go break through and find it yourself."

A trace of helplessness appeared in Mifune's eyes. Tokugawa Kazunari's talent was not bad, but he lacked the spirituality of Byodoin.

Is it hard to hit the ball? In fact, sweet zone skills are the most difficult. When Tokugawa can give himself the will to tennis, he will naturally become the Master.

With a trace of confusion and perplexity, Tokugawa and Saito left the cliff of the heart together, and this cliff that can give people the baptism of the soul returned to peace again.

the other side.

Looking at the familiar marble plaque in front of the school gate, the corners of Shang Yuu's mouth rose slightly.

"Ice Emperor, I'm back!"

With a smile, Yu-shirt Yu seems to have seen the group of noisy guys in the tennis club.

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