Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"Lihai University, Qingxue, Yamabuki..."

It seems that this year's team will not change much.

It took more than twenty minutes, and Jackie Yu turned around all the stadiums where the game was playing.

According to his estimation, except for one more youth school, the schools that will advance to the next round this year should be the same as last year.

If it weren't for some changes, the strength of schools like Yamabuki and Rokkaku would be quite stable.

This kind of veteran team generally has a very good-looking and experienced coach.

While thinking about it, Shang Xian Yu walked towards the ice emperor's playing field.

Li Haida has reached the third game, which is the singles number three game. He estimated that their ice emperor is about the same.

The combination of Fengchang Taro and Shido Ryo is quite stable, and in the past six months, the two have gradually developed the idea of ​​forming a fixed doubles.

The reason why he asked Ryo Shito to take Feng Chang Taro to the street stadium to train at the beginning, it seems that now it really bears fruit.

And Li Haida's side...

Thinking of the little curly hair that was very arrogant when he played just now, a smile appeared on the corners of Yu Yu's mouth.

Li Haida did have the mind to train Kirihara Chi into the next generation of successors, but their way of training was a bit biased, which made some of Kirihara Chi's behavior and cognition detours.

Now he is not that likable little angel, but an arrogant young man with a very bad personality. Except for the few people in Li Haida, it is estimated that no one will look at him.

"Let's see if you will play this time." Jackie Yu gave a chuckle in his heart.

If Kirara Chi also played in the finals, then Bingdi would "teach" him how to play tennis well. On their side, there is no good thing.

Close to the stadium.

"Ah~"

A scream of excitement suddenly came from the side of the court, interrupting the thoughts of the shirt's thoughts.

The shirt raised his eyes and looked carefully, and his mind instantly moved, and he thought of a person in his mind, "It turned out to be this guy..."

I saw a dozen girls wearing A-line skirt uniforms, shouting loudly at a figure on the court.

"If people, come on~ you are the best!"

...

"Ah, if you are so handsome~"

...

That fierce aura, even the cheerleaders from the periphery of the Ice Emperor Arena looked at him. It was the first time they saw this kind of support from a foreign school.

If Renhong stood on the sidelines very casually, listening to the explanation from the coach of Huacun in front of him, he nodded from time to time.

Looking around, he will also move out of the field and send winks once or twice to the girls who cheered him up. This move made Chengcheng Shonan's cheerleaders scream again and again and couldn't help it.

On the Ice Emperor's side, many people watching had their eyelids jumping.

"Hey, how do I feel that this guy is even more exaggerated than the trace department!""Obviously they have fallen behind by two games, he can still be so relaxed, looks like he still enjoys it?!"

Xiang Riyue's population was straightforward and straightforward and relentlessly vomit.

Hearing the words, the trace department turned dark, "Xiang Ri, don't compare my uncle with that kind of stuff."

Staring at the deliberately showy figure below with a disdainful face, the trace department shook the coat on his shoulders, and took a step forward.

"Snapped!"

With his right hand raised above his head, his thumb and middle finger pressed lightly, and the eyes of the traces were shining.

The ice emperor cheerleading team seemed to have received some instructions, first for a moment, and then a huge sound resounded on the court.

"Victory belongs to the Ice Emperor!"

...

"Ajujin, come on, teach that disgusting guy severely."

The very neat slogan was mixed with one or two screams to cheer for Yajujin alone. Just now Ruo Renhong's deliberately pretentious sorrow made many male compatriots angry.

"As expected, it is you, Trace Department. I guessed you would not be able to stand it."

With a thumbs up, Shang Shan Yu walked over with a playful smile on his face.

The reason why this place resembles the scene of an idol meeting just now is because Wakatohiro, who claims to be a master of tennis imitation, appeared on the stage.

In the memory of Shang Shan Yu, although the opponent's eyesight and ability to imitate are pretty good, it is a pity that he is complacent only after learning the fur, and he is a tennis star.

"That's natural, how can I make these clowns jump around in my uncle's home court."

Trace Department's palm lightly stroked the ends of his upturned hair, his mouth was smiling, but his eyes were cold.

Bingdi's force suddenly overwhelmed Chengcheng Xiangnan's support for Ruo Renhong, making Ruo Renhong's face stiff when he was about to play.

Glancing at the graceful figure like a king on the high platform, he screamed in his heart.

This is why he doesn't like Bingdi, the other minister's charm seems to be higher than him.

The huge support that came out just now caused Akuzu who was stretching on the sidelines to be taken aback. He turned his head anger and glared at the trace that caused him such a momentum.

As a result, he found that Tracee was talking and laughing with Shang Shan Yu and they didn't notice him at all. This made an unknown fire surge into his heart.

Huh!

Ajutsu's eyes were sharp like a spear, and he threw it at the frivolous boy on the opposite side.

After all, it was the guy opposite who was too annoying, just playing a game, there were so many scenes.

"Next, the singles number three match is about to start, from Bingdi Academy Akutsuren, against Chengcheng Shonan Academy Ruotohiro."

"Please come forward."

After calculating the time, the referee reminded the two people on the sidelines.

Looking at the beast in front of him, Sakura Taro lowered his eyebrows and groaned, and then confessed very simply: "Go, just solve the game neatly."

Although I don't know what the glamorous guy on the other side has, but in front of Akuzu, it is really not worth mentioning.

While blowing a kiss while waving his arms, Ruo Renhong looked like a big star, Shi Shiran walked to the net.

"You're Aju Jinren, although our coach hangs on you for a long time, but in my opinion, that's it..."

After looking up and down at Akutsu, Wakatohiro showed a pretty confident smile.

Ajujin's bad appearance was far worse than him.

"Please give me more advice~"

Reaching out a hand, Ruo Renhong stood in front of the net with a chuckle.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds...

Seeing that Ajitsu didn't have the slightest intention of reaching out, the smile on Ruo Renhong's face gradually disappeared.

Withdrawing his outstretched palm, he narrowed his eyes, "Very well! Then let me decide. Let me play with your opponent first."

"I absolutely can. This should be pretty good."

With that said, Ruo Renhong took out a folded white ball cap from his pocket and threw it up towards the sky.

Snapped!

With one stroke of his right hand, a snap of his finger fell on the court.

"Change……"

"……body!"

The cheerleaders on the sideline screamed out the last word for him, and then there was another fierce cheer.

Clicking the ball cap on his head, if Renhong's originally frivolous eyes dissipated, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and even his aura became solidified by three points.

Patter.

The racket rotates to the ground, which is the front.

Glancing at the other party's botched performance, Ajiu Jin walked towards his backcourt without looking back like he was watching an idiot.

"It looks interesting, the guy on the other side has a different aura."

Seeing Ruo Renhong who was hitting tennis on the tee line, an accident flashed across Shinzu's face. Is this inexplicable transformation really effective?

"Look, if it's a cat or a tiger, I'll see it right away." Shang Yuu smiled non-committal.

Ruo Renhong's current serving position is like those tennis masters, and he is also an international master who has become famous a few generations ago.

"If anyone, let them see your tennis."

Huacun Kui put his right leg on his left leg, with a confident smile on his face.

Although Ajiujin is the "material" she desires, the person who can imitate the world's top athletes is not necessarily worse than that.

"Coach Sakura, do you know that sometimes, a person's talents need to be cultivated perfectly in order to be fully demonstrated."

With drooping eyelids, Hua Cunkui's face showed expectation.

In her opinion, Ajiujin's growth in the Ice Emperor is far from reaching the limit, which is too wasteful.

Squinting at this self-talking woman, Coach Sakura didn't mean to talk to her.

Looking at the figure on the court, there is no wave in his heart. This simple imitation on the surface has no place in the world of tennis.

Huh!

The tennis ball was thrown into the sky, and Ruo Renhong waved his racket and pulled it to his side at high speed.

boom!

A high-pressure volley with a very good force galloped down.

Ajujin raised his brows slightly, "That's it?"

With a sneer at the corner of his mouth, Ajujin's body burst into a flash.

boom!

The tennis ball flew back like a thunder.

"So fast!"

The narrow eyes shrank, Ruo Renhong dare not be careless.

Tatata!

His footsteps were quite steady, and after he caught up with the tennis ball, he pulled the racket with both hands and pulled a large-angle backhand.

boom!

The tennis ball was pulled back diagonally by him.

This is what he is now imitating, the tennis master Hewitt's ability, a large forehand, a backhand with both hands, and... the foot strength that can be saved by any ball.

His eyes were quite calm, and he quickly raised his eyes to sweep away the movements of Yajutsu.

Then, Wakahihiro's face changed.

Like a fierce cheetah, Ajujin's legs were stretched extremely wide, and his whole body was almost pressed to the ground.

With a sneer, Ajutsu's beautifully lined arm lifted a roll, "It's too slow, is this what you rely on?"

boom!

Accompanied by the sound of cold words, the tennis ball has bounced off the boundary of his court.

"how come?!"

If Renhong's heart trembled, he didn't mention Akutsu's completely unscientific hitting posture. The ball path he had just pulled back was completely clear by Akutsu.

...

boom!

"1-0"

...

boom!

"2-0"

Akutsu became more and more fierce as he fought, completely ignoring the fancy imitation Wakatohiro made at the beginning.

"Whether it is speed, strength or physical strength, the opponent is not Ajutsu's opponent at all. It is useless to imitate the movements and style of the masters rigidly."

The trace department seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and commented with a smile outside the court.

Everyone who can be called a master has brought his own technical style into the world's Ultimate. How can they be easily imitated by middle school students?

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