Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

Tracebe looked at the shirt Yuu with an unbelievable expression.

If you are not mistaken, the counterattack of the shirt Yu just now was just a simple flat draw.

"It turns out that you have been hiding your strength before!?"

The Binghui in the trace of the eyes flickered again, it turned out that the innocence had always been the uncle!

Faced with such a level of strength, Yuu Yu, Jibu once again opened the world of ice.

The King of Ice, who controls the audience, is here again!

Jackie Yu also felt the icy momentum coming from the trace body, but this time he looked a lot relaxed.

The cells stimulated by Thunder's breathing are very active, and he feels that he can move anywhere on the court at any time.

Puff!

There was another goal in the track department, which he directly gave up the previous serve from Don Huaise, and a regular serve went straight to the dead corner of the shirt.

However.

There was no unexpected sound of breaking.

Puff!

The figure in the shirt Yuu ignored the world of ice on the trail. Stopped directly between the tennis ball and the ice edge.

Wow!

The racket swept the tennis ball with a hint of bright blue light.

"Whoo!"

As with the first ball, Jung Yuu's counterattack was incredibly fast.

Trace Department felt that only his ears caught the roar of the tennis ball when it landed.

this moment.

Originally in his eyes, the ice edge should be inserted by the top of the shirt, and at the same time it was broken, all turned into a little bit of brilliance, and floated in the air.

"This is……"

The trace department was speechless.

The ice world is broken...

Trace Department held the racket tightly. Although he knew from behind that he was not likely to be the opponent of Sung Yuu, he did not expect Sung Yuu to be able to ignore his ice world to such an extent.

Such strength...

This is what he said to this uncle before, is there the gap between me and him?

Rubu's mood was a bit complicated, and he suddenly remembered that the goal that Jung Sung Yu had said before him was to become the world's number one.

This teenager is not joking, maybe he can do it...

There was no suspense in the next game, and the shirt Yu directly broke the serving game of the track department and scored a point.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Yu had four consecutive ACE balls, which directly ended the game.

The final score, 6-3!

Under the witness of Chen Xi, the two shook hands with each other, completing the contest of the strongest battle within the Ice Emperor.

After the game.

Mibu stood in front of the bathroom mirror, and patted his handsome cheek lightly with both hands.

"Unexpectedly, this uncle would have such a miserable day of losing!" Trace Department laughed at himself in the mirror.

Except for being bullied when he first started learning tennis in the UK, he was the winner in subsequent tennis matches.

Unexpectedly, after returning to China this time, he really lost to a peer of the same age, which made him feel somewhat uncomfortable with his pride.

Stayed for a moment.

"It's just the guy in the shirt, it's not unacceptable..." Tracebu's slender fingers lightly covered his left eye, and suddenly muttered in a low voice.

He thought of training these days. Every time the shirt Yu was the first to get up to practice kendo, and then he would arrange training for them.

It's not unreasonable that he is strong...

In a daze, Trace Department felt that something on his shoulder was missing a bit.

Then, the dense water ribbon misted to cover up all the chaotic thoughts...

On the other side, Jackie Yu also washed in his room.

If someone could see his current appearance, he would find that his shirt Yuu had no gods in his eyes, and his entire deep pupils had lost their luster.

In this game, he also had a lot of gains.

Not only has it fully verified the various conjectures of Water Breath in the game, but also discovered many flaws of its own because of the emergence of the world of ice on the trail.

Under the record of the system panel, Jung Sung Yu recalled the entire game between himself and the track department from the perspective of a third-party god, ball by ball.

Tracebu’s tactics are good, tracebu’s awakening, his own response, all the blind spots when tracebu sees through...

In the process, the shower above his head brought out refreshing hot water, which made him extra relaxing.

Before he knew it, he had become accustomed to reviewing the game in the bath.

………

"Oh, I can finally go back. I'm exhausted." Xiang Riyue hummed lazily on the seat.

"Xiang Ri, your arm rubbed my hair" Shinzu patted the front seat of Xiang Ri Yueren's seat, and said with a black line on his face.

The hand stretched to Riyueren just now bends back, and directly pokes his hair that has only been taken care of this morning.

"Oh, haha, I'm sorry to bear with you, careless, careless!"

Xiang Riyue's hand shrank sharply, and then turned over to reveal half of his head from the seat, winking and apologizing.

"You guy..."

Seeing that he deliberately made a funny expression, the corner of his mouth was curved. Forget it, too lazy to care about him.

"Speaking of it, bear your feet. Have you found the feeling of Minister and shirt today weird."

Seeing that Ninzu was not angry, he glanced at the left and right sides of the sun, and after seeing everyone closing their eyes and rested, he quietly squinted in Ninzu and said.

Xiangri's words made Shinobu for a moment.

"It seems to be a little bit like that." He held up his hand to prop his chin, and said in thought for a while.

Everyone got up this morning and found that the expressions of Mibu and Shangshanyu were much more serious.

It's just that everyone was still in a daze at the time, and they didn't pay that much attention. Now that he heard Xiangri's words, Shinjuku suddenly became interested.

But he suppressed his expression and didn't show it. He just said, "Neither the trace department nor the shirt said anything about it, so we don't have to worry about that much."

Under the lens, Shinobi's slightly squinted eyes revealed a sly.

Since Xiang Ri specifically mentioned this topic, then he must know something.

"Hey!" Xiang Riyue was very surprised when he saw Renzu's reaction.

"Aren't you curious about Ninju?" Xiang Hiyake glanced at Akutagawa Jirou who was sleeping next to Ninju this time, and asked in a low voice.

"I'm not curious."

Shinzu pushed his glasses and shook his head.

Xiang Riyue was choked for a while, but when he thought of the scene, he felt even more itchy. What he saw was big news!

"I tell you, when I got up to go to the bathroom this morning, I saw the minister and the shirt playing on the tennis court from the window on the third floor."

Xiang Ri glanced left and right again, especially confirming the condition of the traces and tops, and leaning directly to Shinzu's ear, telling him the "heavy news" that he had endured for a long time.

"Oh, is it so."

His pupils shook, and he subconsciously prepared to push his eyes, but suddenly felt wrong, his hands continued to move up, and he gathered the hair that had been messed up by Xiangri just now.

"cut!"

Enduring a calm reaction, Xiangri suddenly felt 90% less sense of accomplishment, as if this matter had become really no big deal.

"It's also possible that they just practiced in the morning." Seeing Xiangri who was a little distracted, Shinzu gave him comfort.

"好吧ヽ(￣д￣;)ノ"

Xiang Ri Tan spread his hands and said that he couldn't talk anymore, and soon retracted from the state of lying on his back.

And when he had to endure himself, the surprise in his eyes did not hide.

Shinobu glanced at the shirt Yuu, and then glanced at the rejuvenating track department with his eyes closed.

"Which of these two guys is stronger?!"

He muttered in his heart, because he knew that the game this morning was definitely not a practice. Both of these beat his strong players, and they even played this morning!

Atabe and Shangshan Yu still don't know where Shinzu has learned from Mukai that they had a game. It's just that the two of them didn't say, nor did they endure the matter rashly.

By the time they went back to school, it was almost noon.

After the tennis court caused a burst of exclamation, the first team was disbanded in place, and they needed to return to their respective classes to report. After all, I took a week off, but I owed a lot of trouble.

at the same time.

In the music room on the third floor.

Sakura Taro's finger tapped as the record played.

Two forms filled out by him are on the table in front of him.

【Registration Form of Schools Participating in Regional Competition】

May is approaching.

The regional competitions of middle schools in various regions are about to kick off...

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