Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

Sanada's effort won, so that everyone on Lihaida's side regained their confidence, and it also made the guys who chewed the tongue of the outside school off the field to close their mouths.

Sanada slapped the group of people fiercely with his intrepid strength, telling these people that even if they Lihai defeated the Ice Emperor, they wouldn't be able to slander and talk about it.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Seeing Sanada, who was a little exhausted, walked off the field, Yukimura's eyes showed a trace of condensed color. Sanada didn't win the game easily.

Judging from today's performance, Bingdi's strength has faintly surpassed them. Not to mention that the next singles number two is the singles one they bet on, he is not sure.

"This is what I should do."

After receiving the towel that Yukimura handed over, Sanada didn't say much. He will continue to make progress like this, in addition to chasing those people, but also to protect their glory.

The two looked at each other and nodded, both of them understood each other's thoughts. They had made such an agreement when they came to Li Haida.

When Sanada walked back to the stand of the Lihai camp on the sidelines, the little kelp greeted him eagerly, and Sanada's performance just now looked so handsome in his eyes!

With a look of excitement and joy, Kirara's emerald green eyes are full of longing and yearning, "Vice Minister Sanada, I didn't expect you to have such a powerful move."

Thinking of the challenging behavior he had made a few months ago, Kirihara realized that Sanada's real strength was far higher than he had imagined.

Sanada stopped next to him, looking down sharply, "Why, after seeing my true strength, are you going to give up?"

With his eyes fixed on Kirara's face, Sanada's tone was very serious.

Hearing this, Qi Yuan's face flushed slightly, "Huh... don't get me wrong, I will definitely surpass you in the future!"

Kirihara explained in a flustered gesture, he didn't forget his original intention to join the tennis club.

"It's really interesting~"

Seeing Sanada and Kirihara suddenly widened their small eyes, Nioh snorted and smiled. The two of them are really surprisingly alike in some respects.

On the other side, when Ajiuzin came back, his whole body was gloomy. This defeat made him feel unwilling, and he also had more thoughts.

With the racket between his elbows, he sat silently aside, thinking about the state of the last ball he had just now.

"Hey Shang Shan, he doesn't look very well, should we go to comfort him." Xiangri's small head moved over, and his elbow slammed Shang Shan Yu's arm.

As Ajujin looks like now, what should be said as a teammate.

"It's okay. He is not the kind of person who will be knocked down after one or two failures. On the contrary, he is probably reflecting now."

He glanced at Ajutsu who was immersed in his own little world, and said softly.

Moreover, judging from Akutsu's face-saving situation, at this time, he probably hoped that he would be quiet for a while by himself.

"Oh... I get it!" Xiang Ri nodded as if suddenly realized, "This is the beast injured, and then licked the wound alone."

Standing aside, Shioto Ryo glanced at Xiang Hiyake with some speechlessness, "If you say this to Akutsu, you will be unlucky when he hears you."

"Slightly~" Turning his head and sticking his tongue out, Mukai glanced at Akutsu cautiously, and found that there was no response from the other party, and he returned to the original appearance.

In the different atmosphere on both sides, the broadcast sound finally sounded.

"Next, the singles No. 3 match is about to begin, with Keigo Keigo of the Ice Emperor Academy, against Tosaburo Morrisaburo from the High School Affiliated to Tachikai University.""Please be in position for both players."

Hearing the sound of the broadcast, Trace's eyes lit up slightly, and a confident smile appeared on his face, "It looks like Coach Sakaki has checked the opponent's lineup very accurately."

Tracebe glanced at the shirt Yu who was next to him, and this time Li Haida did a trick and put their strongest Yukimura in the singles.

The other party should be thinking that as long as Yukimura avoids the shirt Yuu, coupled with the doubles and Sanada's power, he should be sure to eat the ice emperor.

It is a pity that the script of the Ice Emperor doubles did not expect them at all, and coach Sakura still used his shirt Yuka to reach Yukimura. In the competition for the strongest combat power, the Ice Emperor is more confident.

"Don't look at me, be careful, the other party's ability is not subject to your restraint."

Seeing the self-confidence of the trace department, Shun Yuu reminded with a smile.

Although Mouri Kosaburo was defeated at the hands of Obe last year, no one knows how much he has become stronger after the opponent has worked hard for a year.

Morrisaburo's physical foundation itself is not weak, and in addition to entering the third grade this year, almost all aspects have reached a small peak.

"Hehe, don't worry, leave it to this uncle!"

Untie the jacket, take a step forward, and at the same time throw the jacket in his hand towards the sky.

"Trace Department! Trace Department! Ice Emperor! Ice Emperor!"

"The ice emperor will win, and the winner will be the ruins!"

Just as this horn-like action was made in the trace department, the ice emperor's cheerleader shouted loudly.

With the sound of cheering from wave to wave, the foreign observers who were watching took a breath.

"It's interesting... a good appearance."

Reinhardt looked at the handsome young man who came out of the Ice Emperor camp with interest. He had only seen this kind of leadership charm in the genius of Greece.

"Kinggo Nabe, has been active in European youth tennis before junior high school. After returning from middle school, he became the head of the tennis department of Bingdi Academy."

Seeing that Reinhardt seemed to be interested in the trace, Hopkins pondered for a moment, and then spoke out the information in his mind.

"Um."

Nodded, Reinhardt had no other reaction.

In the middle of the court, Tracee raised his hand and pointed towards the sky, then a snap of his finger fell, "Yes, the winner will be-I!"

After a short silence, there was another burst of cheers and praise outside the court.

Seeing this scene, he held up his forehead and said, "He's really the same, he likes to be so pushy."

"Uh-huh!"

The words of forbearance made everyone around him nodded in agreement. They originally thought that Minister Ji would be better by a year older, but now it seems that they are thinking too much.

He closed his eyes and listened for a moment, and then he opened his eyes and looked at the opponent in front of him, "I'm seeing you again, this time you should continue to indulge in the wonderful skills of this uncle."

Reaching out his right hand handwriting department issued his announcement.

Looking at the narcissistic boy in front of him, Mouri Jusaburo, for some reason, a strong sense of sight came to his heart.

Last year, it seemed that when this guy played against him, he walked onto the court like that.

"Really familiar scene, but this time Tsube-kun is careful." Mouri Jusaburo didn't care, and after a chuckle, he stretched out his hand and gave a firm grip on the Tsube.

Now their fate of Li Haida is in his hands, and he has indeed made great progress in this year.

After guessing the side, the referee announced:

"At the start of the game, Jingwu from the site of the Bingdi Academy serves, and the game ends."

"Let me see how you have changed this year."

Standing on the bottom line of the serve, the track lightly tapped the tennis ball in his hand, and his eyes scanned Mouri Tosaburo once again.

The next moment.

boom!

Pulling the body slightly sideways, the stretched arms of the traces moved the racket down at high speed.

With a fierce wind pressure, the tennis ball pulled out an oblique arc, and then accurately pressed against the angle where Morrisaburo received his hair.

"Very accurate, and more powerful than last year."

There was a gleam in Mouri Jusaburo's eyes, and as he moved forward, he quickly judged the change in the ball of the track department in his mind.

boom!

As soon as the tennis ball landed and bounced, his body had already straddled the drop point, his arm was bent and pulled, and a diagonally flying light appeared above the net.

"You have become stronger, but you still can't escape my uncle's eyes!"

In front of the net, the terrible voice of Tracee rang, his arm simply pressed down, and the racket dexterously faced everything about the tennis ball.

Click!

The tennis ball was like a fallen leaf, rolling down in front of Mouri Tosaburo's net.

"15-0"

Stop shooting and stand up straight, the cold light in the eyes of the trace is even worse, and a mole under the corner of the eye is shining brightly.

"So decisively serve to the Internet, Trace Department... when did he pass it like this?"

It seemed a bit unacceptable, so I re-checked the notes in my hand. Trace Department had never done this before on the first ball.

"Grow, change, everywhere."

Fuji seemed to see some overlapping characteristics in the trace, and a person whispered in a low voice.

"Do you also feel the sense of urgency..." The coach squeezed his chin, and after seeing the performance of the department, his face showed a trace of relief.

The arrival of Ajiuzin finally began to affect the top group of people. As the king of the ice emperor, if he stayed in place, then the kingdom would become ridiculous.

Becoming strong is not only giving confidence to subordinates, but also giving confidence to yourself. As a minister, he is not willing to fall behind.

boom!

"30-0"

...

boom!

"Game, Jinggo, Bingdi Academy, 1-0."

"Exchange venue!"

The offensive of the trace department can be said to be smooth and flowing. Relying on the outstanding eyesight and the first hand advantage of the serve, he directly won the first game of the game.

"It really doesn't give people a chance to breathe."

Standing in the backcourt, Jusaburo Mouri raised his eyes and glanced at the trail department. Today, the opponent's attack was quite simple, and the linkage of his moves was exceptionally neat.

"But...just changing the style is useless!"

boom!

With a roar of the tennis ball, it had already shot out of Morrisaburo's racket.

at the same time.

Tatata!

The footsteps rushed forward quite rhythmically, Mouri Kosaburo lowered his body and swiftly rushed towards the net.

"I want to serve the Internet too?"

Tracebe is just a glimpse, and he has discovered Maori's intentions. Such a move is too obvious, "If you want to win by speed..."

Trace Department sneered coldly, stepped across two steps, and directly intercepted the flying tennis ball with his forehand.

Huh!

With a strong arm raised and pulled, the tennis ball flew directly towards the backcourt of the other half of Maori.

Although the ball of the track department is a wide-angle smash, the speed is not slow at all.

"The result of too obvious intention is to be pulled and exposed."

He hummed softly in his heart, and Tracebe watched Morrisaburo's body quickly change direction to chase the tennis ball with cold eyes.

"The action of this ball is here!"

Seeing Mouri Jusaburo's very reluctant kicking action, the footsteps of the track department quickly stepped in one direction.

"Haha, I was fooled." When Yu Guang went to the passing department, Maori smiled.

With a creak, like a okay person, Maori's arms suddenly stretched a few centimeters, and with the inertia of his body turning sharply, his racket was directly pressed horizontally.

boom!

The tennis ball brought out a straight beam and flew past the moving body of the trail.

Boom!

There was a muffled noise, and the tennis ball raised a cloud of smoke on the ground.

"Suzaburo Mouri scored, 15-0!"

"The action just now is so fast!" A few fingers in the trace were placed near the nose, and he was slightly surprised. All the dead spots of Mouri Jusaburo just disappeared in his eyes in an instant.

"Or the dislocated style of play before?"

Seeing that the other party can evade his eyesight detection so quickly, Trace Department can only think of such an unreasonable place.

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