Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

Time goes by.

In a slightly worried atmosphere, three days passed in a flash.

In this semi-final, the Bingdi team rallied for twelve points.

The old opponents who are not more regular than before, they are facing top middle school students who are also from abroad this time.

They didn't know the opponent's strength and methods.

Had it not been for the information collected by coach Sakaki, Jung Sung Yu hadn't even noticed the big changes in Nagoya Singde this year.

On Bingdi's bus, there were a lot of usual jokes missing this time.

Knowing that the other person is not good, if they are still holding a relaxed attitude, then they may be unlucky in the end.

"Speaking of which, this time the other game was between Qingxue and Li Haida. I'm afraid we don't have time to watch it again."

Sitting in the front row, Trace Department propped his chin with one hand, with regret in his tone.

This year, Qingxue unsurprisingly advanced to the semi-finals, and their performance in the national competition can be said to be a dark horse.

Turning his gaze back from the scenery outside the window, the shirt said with a light smile: "There is nothing to regret, this year's youth school is still a little short."

"Besides, our goal has always been to be champions. If we can't stand in front of us, then there is nothing to say."

In the past, the shirt you might still look forward to a confrontation between Qingxue and Li Haida, but now, he has more pursuits in front of him.

Hearing this, Rubu stared at Shang Shanyu's face with an angry look, "My uncle remembers that someone didn't say that before."

Hugging his chest with both hands, Trace Department leaned back, quietly waiting for the reply from Shang Xian Yu.

In this regard, Shang Shan Yu just shrugged and smiled mysteriously: "Once a person grows, his mind will change unconsciously, and you will know it soon."

He planned to leave Bingdi for a while after the national competition, he was not ready to tell the trace department now.

At this point in his strength, if he wants to go further, he must continue to move forward. If he stays in place, it will only keep the people behind him catching up.

Just like Echizen Ryoma, the other party has laid a foundation for ten years, and only after returning home next year, the other party's growth rate will be astonishing.

"Ah--"

Glancing obliquely, Trace Department smiled lightly: "You really can't help your appetite."

After a short episode, Bingdi’s bus came to the competition venue smoothly.

Along with them, there are the huge cheerleaders.

There is Peng Forest Tennis Park, the second court.

At this time, another team with different costumes has already arrived here, and it is eye-catching that they are all composed of foreign players.

When seeing a bunch of gray torrents gathering here, a white-haired man in the middle of the Nagoya Stars team smiled softly: "Grus, they are here."

"William, be careful. It is said that this team is very strong in the neon middle school field."

A burly man with a yellow short inch reminded him condensedly. He is the Grus mentioned by the white-haired man just now.

Both are from the U14 training camp in the United Kingdom, and they are also sequence players.

Hearing what Grus said, a man with dark skin, dirty braids and a pair of sharp-angled sunglasses was very disdainful: "Here, what great role can there be."

"Yes, you are too timid. According to me, it would be better to destroy them directly."

Aside, another fierce man with a scar on his face agreed.

Both of them are from Australia. Although they follow the British arrangement in name this time, they are already dissatisfied with the behavior of these two British guys.

They are participating in the competition formally, and they are not facing the neon U17. The playhouses of these middle school students can not compare with the high-intensity training of their U14.

What's more, the first few rounds of matches confirmed their ideas. In the next few days, they have gradually lost patience.

"Murilt, Potter, don't forget that Australia is only here to help this time."

"Hmph... it's up to you. If the opponent is still as weak as last time, we won't keep our hands."

Hearing the warning from the named captain William, Muriel, with his dirty braids, made a last word.

...

Not long.

As the game time approached, the audience around the stadium also increased.

The semi-finals of the national competition, no matter which one it is, are worthy of their careful observation. Especially this year's Ice Emperor, when he was in the quarterfinals, he showed an extraordinary aura.

So for this game, many of them are quite looking forward to it.

At the same time, one of the crowd had a black mole on his eyebrows, and a boy with a short black head, Haki, was also watching silently.

He was transferred to Tachibana Jupei in Tokyo, and he was naturally present in the quarterfinals of Lions Music.

At that time, the injury of his teammate made him blame and angry, and he naturally saw that the opponent was deliberately attacking.

Therefore, he is particularly concerned about this Nagoya star that suddenly changed its temperament.

Arrived at nine one in the morning.

A clear broadcast sounded throughout the court:

"Next, the quasi-match of the national competition is about to start, and the singles number three will be played first."

"From the Ice Emperor Academy Akutsujin, against Murielt of Nagoya Stars, please come forward and prepare."

"Be careful."

When Ajiujin passed by his side, Shun Yuu reminded him softly.

The other party's somewhat gloomy mental temperament shouldn't be too obvious in the eyes of Shang Shan You.

Nodding lightly, Yazuzu held the racket with one elbow, put his hands in the pants Kabuto, and walked towards the court unhurriedly.

He also felt the insidious aura of the other party, but he didn't know how many such scumbags he had encountered before.

Before the net.

Two figures of about the same height stood opposite each other.

Just about to guess the side.

Stretching his neck, Muriel suddenly moved his face to Ajujin's side, and said in a harsh tone: "Boy, you are still really slow, don't regret it later!"

The look in his eyes seemed to hide a Lion Majesty, if the average person would have to take a step back in fright.

However……

Huh!

A racket flicked from bottom to top, almost rubbing against Murielt's face.

"That's a lot of nonsense—"

The pale yellow eyes stared at the person in front of him, and Ajiujin's tone was awe-inspiring, unmoved by the threat of the opponent.

"You, great!"

Seeing that he took a half step backward because of the racket attack just now, Murielt's eyes were even more fierce.

It was the first time he encountered this kind of hard stubble after being here for so long.

There was a hint of excitement on his face. Facing such a prey, his interest became even stronger.

Subsequently.

With a click, the racket landed.

"The game started, and the ball was served by Nagoya star Demuriel, and the game ended."

The referee swept his eyes and announced.

...

Da Da... Da Da...

On the bottom line of the serve, Muriel licked his lips, with a cruel smile on his face: "So, where should I start?"

Looking up and down at Akutsu's streamlined body, he has decided to teach the person in front of him a profound lesson.

"Go!"

boom!

After a husky growl, the tennis ball quickly flew out of his racket and pressed straight against the corner of the hair-receiving area.

The tennis ball falls to the ground.

Chi Chi Chi Chi...

The violent rubbing sound only sounded for a moment.

Then, the next moment!

Bang!

The strong side spin made the tennis ball bounce at a weird angle and flew directly towards Ajutsu's cheek.

"This is, an external spin serve!"

Outside the court, Inoue was slightly surprised. He didn't expect to see this kind of serve technique on a foreigner today.

On the ice emperor's side, Shinzu's eyes were full of cold light, "The opponent's strength is really not weak, and...this method..."

Lions complained that the game foul was unsuccessful, not without reason.

Seeing the tennis ball greeted him like a Lion Majesty, Ajutsu's pale yellow eyes suddenly shrank.

Don't be too familiar with this kind of spinning ball!

Bah!

Taking a step behind the sole of the foot, Ajiuzin's body quickly bent his knees and pressed down, his arms twisted at a large angle, and the racket squarely blocked the ball.

boom!

A pale yellow afterimage flew back directly.

"Yes, not bad, but this kind of action is too slow."

With a few dirty brown braids floating in the back of his head, Muriel moved at an astonishing speed, and in the blink of an eye he was intercepted on the path of the tennis flight.

Damn it!

The arm threw out a big arc, the tennis ball was like a dark light, flashing in the backcourt of Ajutsu

"Murilt scored, 15-0!"

"Boy, please make me happy as much as you want." The faint light in his eyes disappeared, and Muriel's breath became erratic.

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