Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"Sweater him, haven't he come back yet?"

With a geography textbook covered on his head, Xiang Riyue was lying on his desk with drooping eyelids, his gorgeous red hair dimmed a lot.

It's been almost a month, and shirt Yu has really disappeared from the tennis club since the meeting that day. Except for the track department, I'm afraid no one knows where he went.

The Kanto Contest in mid-July is about to start, but the shirt Yu still shows no sign of coming back, plus after the match in the Shabu...

Everyone in Bingdi once again felt the tremendous pressure from outside schools.

In the next half month, the Bingdi Tennis Club was basically shrouded in a high-pressure environment.

Everyone is training desperately, even the trace department and the student union have postponed their work for a period of time, and they practice crazy with Ajiujin and Shinzu every day.

In the exchange match 20 days ago, they eventually lost to Li Haida two to three, just like the whole country last year.

In particular, Atobe, in the final match against Komura Seiichi, lost by a big margin.

Ding Ding Ding~

The bell for the last class in the afternoon rang, and Xiang Riyue gently patted his cheek with both hands, dispelling the depressed mood in his heart for a while.

After the Kanto Contest, it was the final exam for the first school year. He could no longer pass the exam with a vague and unconsciousness like last year.

He glanced at the vacant place on the top of the shirt to the rear, and squeezed the palm of Riyueren's secretly, giving himself a three-pointer.

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

boom!

boom!

As soon as Xiang Riyue approached the court, the fierce batting sound had been heard from not far away.

Carrying his own bag, walked closer.

Sure enough, it was the two familiar figures in gray team uniforms, they were running around on the court.

"This kind of oppression is really..."

Looking at the court closest to the corner, Xiangri's eyes were full of motivation.

Atobe and Akutsu.

It's no longer a day or two for this kind of duel practice.

Walking quickly into the tennis court, Xiang Ri came to the venue where he usually practiced. He took out two sets of weights from the bag and tied them to his hands and feet. Then he took out a heavy shot racket. He took the lead in today's swing training.

Ten minutes later.

Shinzu Yuji, Shido Ryo and others also came to the stadium one after another.

Every day until the afternoon club time, Bingdi’s tennis club immediately became lively.

"Ho!"

Shaped like a fierce gray electric light, Ajiujin now uses the breath of beasts more and more skillfully.

Every time a racket hits the ball, it will bring out a strong wind pressure, giving the tennis a terrifying gray atmosphere.

More than half a month ago.

After a battle with Li Haida's squinted eyes, he discovered that he still had so many loopholes and small habits.

Although following the wild instincts, some instincts also form a certain habit without knowing it.

In the last exchange match, Liu Lianer captured his habits through continuous correction of data, which caused me a lot of trouble.

Although he won the game in the end, the uncomfortable feeling of being restrained also allowed him to find the next step forward.

This point is very similar to Shang Shan Yu. In essence, Akutsu also wants to train himself to be an impeccable existence.

With this wild body as the core, and then constantly arming and strengthening all aspects of himself, he wants his opponents to be unable to find his weaknesses.

And the trace...

His legs stopped abruptly and straddled, Ajutsu's body half-bowed, his gaze projected directly on Tracebe's body.

Trace's terrifying eyesight that can see through dead corners of the body is exactly what he needs.

boom!

A clear voice came, and a crystal ice ridge shattered again on Ajujin's side.

The feeling of stiff body joints spread throughout his body, and Ajiu Jin's body suddenly stagnated, and a golden light of pale yellow afterimage passed by him at high speed.

"Let's stop here today."

On the opposite side, Trace put away the racket with a cold face. Although he had the upper hand during practice, there was no joy in his eyes.

The arrogance on Tracebu's body before seemed to have reduced partly, and there was only a cold, terrifying chill in his eyes.

He knows that this level is far from enough now.

Yukimura Seiichi's ability made him feel cold in his hands and feet now, cut off his five senses, and the whole person was deep in an indescribable darkness.

Only after truly experiencing the feeling of despair, did he know how lonely and helpless Shang Shan Yu was at the time.

If it weren't for his strong will, I am afraid that within a few games, his tennis beliefs would collapse.

But even if he resisted, faced with a situation where all five senses were lost, he was later played by Yukumura for four consecutive games, losing the last game by a big score of two to six.

This was the first time he lost the exchange match at their Ice Emperor's home court. They had never been so embarrassed before facing Sitianbao Temple.

"I can feel that eyesight is the key for me to go further!" The three fingers of the left hand were placed on the wing of the nose, and the eyes were slightly lowered.

He can find his own direction, but the current accumulation is still not enough. Moreover, the person who can give him the most pressure on the Ice Emperor has not yet returned.

Opposite the court.

The horrible beast breath dissipated from the court, and Yajujin gently wiped the sweat from his side with the back of his hand, and nodded indifferently.

He has gained a lot from practicing with the trace department for an hour every day.

Putting the racket under his armpit, Ajiuzin walked to the sidelines and took two sips with his water cup. The next training has not ended yet, and his personal arrangements have been added.

In fact, apart from the trail department, he should be the only one who knows where the shirt has gone.

Without concealing it, Shang Shan Yu told him the night before he left.

The agreement between the two has never been the island country of Neon, but a broader world stage.

"I'm afraid you will be much stronger again this month." Holding his fist tightly, Ajiuzu's gaze was a little surprised.

After all, according to his own search and understanding later, there can almost be said to be an outpost on the world stage.

It is no longer the narrow vision of playing tennis at the beginning, and Ajutsu knows that there are still too many outstanding peers in this world.

Just talking about neon, there are still a lot of guys who don't have any confidence in him. What's more, U17 still gathers the entire neon high school elite.

It is conceivable how many strong people are hidden in it.

...

"Hey, shirt, you are back!"

Just after Ajiujin took a short rest, while silently thinking, an exclamation to the Riyueren reached his ears.

Huh!

The pale yellow eyes shrank in an instant, and Akujin looked at the door of the tennis club with surprise.

A handsome boy with light brown and short hair is standing tall and tall beside the iron gate of the tennis club.

"Everyone, long time no see!"

With a full smile on his face, his shirt carried a bag, his eyes scanned the entire court for a week.

It's these people, or these kind of cute guys.

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