Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

Early in the morning, U17 training camp.

The morning light of dawn came out slowly from the distant mountains and forests.

The broadcast sound also sounded at this moment.

"Quick, quick, start gathering!"

Takuchi Ryuji's voice was quite severe. Suddenly wake up those sleepy high school newcomers.

After hearing this familiar voice, they got up from the bed in a panic. During this time, Takuchi Ryuji left them with a deeper impression than the other two coaches.

The harsh physical training of the other party made them miserable.

In addition, U17 high-intensity training generally starts at 6 in the morning, and this rule has been implemented from the 1st course to the 16th course.

Those guys who lack determination and have a fluke mentality have bid farewell to this place forever.

"Good morning."

Shangshan Yu got out of the state of meditation, smiled and greeted the two people across the bed: "How is it, are you still used to it?"

The sharp brilliance in his eyes flashed, and the thorns behind Yukimura and Tezuka flickered.

Shang Xian You didn't notice the expressions of the two of them, and he twisted his stiff body and put on the training clothes beside the bed.

"Shangshan, do you meditate every day?" Yukimura slowly asked.

He noticed the state of the shirt Yuu from the time he got up, and he was surprised and curious.

The shirt tilted his head and his face was as usual and said, "Yes, this is already a habit. Every time I finish meditating, I will be more energetic."

Yukimura said silently, "Really..."

His friend Sanada, although he also practices kendo, has never achieved the level of a shirt Yuu.

The scene he saw early this morning gave him a lot of touch.

It is not without reason that the other party can walk in front of them. That accustomed expression, I am afraid that such a boring thing has become a habit in life.

This kind of perseverance and spirit cannot be achieved by everyone.

But Tezuka, his heart is more calm, he already knew the habit of shirt Yuu at the beach training last year.

"Don't worry about this." The shirt smiled and waved. "The training here is different from what we did before, so hurry up and gather."

The two nodded, and the three came to the court together.

At this time, Takuchi Ryuji was already standing on a high platform, with a serious face looking at the high school students coming from below.

He wears a sleeveless sweat lining on his upper body, and his arms are sturdy. When the palms of his hands are on his waist, he directly supports the clothes on his upper body.

The lower body is wearing a pair of black sports shorts, his thighs are tight, and his muscles are twisted from time to time, and he seems to know that he is full of explosive power.

Tezuka looked carefully, and couldn't help but nod in his heart: "What a strong body!"

Being able to have such a physical coach makes him look forward to it.

Before the Kanto contest, he lost in the hands of Yu Yu, and he paid more and more attention to his physical training.

"Everyone, start stretching first!"

While Tezuka was still observing the surroundings, Takuchi Ryuji's calm voice came into his ears.

With a serious expression, Tezuka raised his head to look at the coach ahead, and his body moved with him.

The calf stretches.

Stretch your arms from side to side.

Stretch the ankle.

Rotate the ankle.

Stretch with one leg in a standing position.

...

Tezuka found that these movements are not difficult, they are some routine warm-up preparations before tennis events.

But with the passage of time, fine beads of sweat have gradually emerged from his forehead. The number of sets of these stretching exercises does seem to be a bit too much.

On the other side, Yukimura's situation is not much different from him.

The two couldn't help but glanced at the shirt Yu beside them, and found that the other party was controlling their breathing steadily, and every movement perfectly followed the physical coach in front.

"Well, the warm-up is over!"

Just as heat was slowly rising from their bodies, Takuchi Ryuuji once again stopped everyone on the court.

at the same time.

"Next, please start today's qualifying competition, everyone."

"Kunomitsu Tezuka on the 16th course against the Kento Terauchi on the 15th course."

"Kyoichi Hanaoka on the 16th course against Shusaku Tada on the 15th course."

...

"Seiichi Komura on the 16th course against Kentaro Hiraoka on the 15th course."

With the broadcast of the broadcast, the order of the courts of the game is constantly rising, and finally to the top three courts.

...

"Takei Takei in No. 2 vs. Yuu Top in No. 1."

"All players are asked to go to their respective courts. The shuffle game will take place in fifteen minutes."

Saito Zhi's voice spread clearly from the broadcast. The change quickly triggered a lot of discussion.

"These three junior high school students actually have qualifying matches."

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh, didn't you hear that that person is on court number one?"

"It's him, I didn't expect him to come back again."

...

Around the stadium, high school students talked a lot.

The identities of the three junior high school students of Shang Shan Yu are still more conspicuous in this training camp.

After all, many of them don't remember when they last played against a junior high school student.

What if you can't compare to junior high school students here?

Many high school students are a little bit apprehensive.

The shock brought by the shirt-your before hasn't completely subsided, but I didn't expect two new junior high school students to come this time.

and--

Seeing the close relationship between Shang Shan Yu and the two, many elderly people have become more vigilant in their hearts.

Those who can stand with the strong must also be strong.

...

"I'm going a step ahead, I'll be waiting for you in field 1!"

Shang Shan Yu ignored the gaze projected from all directions and said with a smile.

He had already experienced all of this now, and this visual pressure had no effect on him.

Tezuka and Yukimura took a breath, looking inexplicably at Yushang Yuu.

The other party did not exceed their expectations, and even exceeded their expectations.

They clearly remember that the shirt you told them yesterday that if you want to challenge the first army, a seat on the No. 1 stadium is indispensable.

And now, the shirt you has actually stood at the end.

"It seems that the upper-shirt classmates have left us with surprises every time." Seeing the tall and tall figure going away, Yukimura smiled softly, "Tezuka, we have to cheer too."

"Well, I already know the gap, so just go all out to catch up."

Tezuka nodded calmly.

At least here, they saw more of the unknown side of Sung Yuu.

About an hour later.

Bang!

"The game is over, Tezuka Kunomitsu wins and advances to the No. 15 stadium!"

Looking at his kneeling opponent, Tezuka frowned slightly.

It's not that the opponent is too strong, but that the opponent is weaker than he imagined.

the other side.

The situation in Yukimura is the same as in Tezuka.

In front of the basic skills to see through the essence of tennis, the high school student on the opposite side didn't even force any of his moves.

Just when they are still in doubt.

Next comes the daily training after the qualifying battle.

Tezuka and Yukimura also experienced pain and happiness for the first time.

Wait till noon for dinner.

The arms of both of them were shaking with chopsticks.

Especially after seeing the shirt-your like a okay person, and quickly feasting on them, this complex emotion is even more obvious.

The intensive training in U17, the number of projects, and the scope of training far exceeded their expectations.

In particular, the time limit is a rule, for their bodies, it is almost necessary to use up the last trace of physical energy.

Aside.

Shang Yuu put down the tableware in his hand and looked at the two in front of him with a smile.

In the current middle school world, Tezuka and Yukimura can be said to be one of the best. But who would have thought that they would be exhausted during this half-day training time.

Seemingly embarrassed by Yushang Yuu, Tezuka quietly put down the tableware in his hand and whispered, "I'm done."

Smiled softly.

Shangshan Yu didn't expose his cautious thoughts, but just reminded Yukimura, "You can eat more Yukimura, but this afternoon this training will be another round."

"Uh……"

Yukimura's small gesture of putting down the tableware, the words reached his lips, and finally he swallowed silently.

It's not a shame to eat more in front of Jung Sung Yu than if you don't have the energy to complete the training in the afternoon.

It seems... Of the three, he is relatively weakest.

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