Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

The other side.

In a semi-open gymnasium in the center of Seoul.

Tennis balls are flying on various courts, and the fierce hitting sound is endless.

On the sidelines, from time to time there are some scouts with cameras and small notes, or "star scouts".

In South Korea, they basically cannot escape the concept of entertainment in all walks of life. There are too many examples of sports stars participating in various variety shows.

For example, Park Ji-sung, who used to play football in Europe.

Tennis, as the world's largest ball sport, naturally spawned this industry in Korea.

As long as they have a certain level of strength and look good, they are the first choice for these scouts.

As long as they go through a certain packaging operation by the company behind them, they are a new "new tennis star".

One of the innermost courts.

Seven or eight scouts are gathering at this time, even in their training camps.

Bang!

A tall, handsome man made a beautiful smash.

The tennis ball draws a golden light, and instantly appears on the boundary line of the low angle.

"I lost again, Minsu."

Opposite, a boy with a baby face was a little depressed.

Park Minxiu shook off the sweat bead on her forehead bangs and walked up cordially.

"Ji Min, don't be discouraged, your kid's progress is very fast."

Like a big brother who is kind to his younger generations, Park Min-soo patted the boy's shoulder vigorously.

This very loving scene was naturally filmed by scouts off the court.

But where no one noticed, the body of this young man named Zhi Min trembled, and he lowered his head in silence.

"I said, your kid, don't put on such an expression for me, understand? Assi!"

Suddenly, a sharp light flashed in Park Minxiu's eyes, and his head approached your ears, threatening.

"Yes!" A trace of fear flashed in Zhi Min's eyes.

Immediately afterwards.

Park Minsu held the boy's shoulders and raised his head with a bright smile: "Sorry guys, we are about to play against the Neon team. During this time, the training base will conduct closed training."

His words instantly aroused the restlessness of the scouts on the sidelines.

The scouts beamed their eyes one by one, looking in his direction.

"Excuse me, is Minxiu xi confident of this competition?"

"It is said that Neon made the quarterfinals in the last World Cup. Will you play against their team leader?"

Hearing these Eight Trigrams questions, Park Min-soo kept a smile on his face, and responded one by one: "Although this is a points match, I will lead the Korean team to victory. Even if they had good luck last year and broke into the top eight in the world. "

His speech was extremely confident and contagious.

Coupled with his pretty good looks, the scouts climaxed in an instant.

"Okay, well, three days later, you can watch our performance at the Olympic Tennis Stadium."

Park Minsu said with a smile again.

In his eyes, whether it is the Neon team or the lesser-known scouts on the sidelines, they will all become his springboard.

As long as he defeats the opponent in the points match three days later, his worth will naturally rise.

After sending out all these annoying little scouts, Park Min-Su impatiently shook the towel that was originally hung around his neck.

Sudden.

A figure broke into his sight.

The boy who practiced against him before was practicing multi-ball and continuous hitting alone. That agile movement is very different from before.

His eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "Ji Min, pour me a glass of water!"

"Yes!"

Hearing this familiar voice, the teenager who was practicing on his own was startled and hurried to the lounge.

"Hold on." Lying on his back in a chair on the side of the court, he shouted to the boy who had reached the door: "Ji Min, what should I do if I want to drink juice now?"

There is a hint of playfulness at the corners of his mouth.

The young man took a halt and took a deep breath with his back to him, "I know, I'll buy it right away."

With his head down, the young man turned back and ran towards the scorching sun at the door.

Park Min-soo sat motionless and hummed comfortably. The mood that was still a little bored just now was instantly relieved.

This young talented but disobedient young man who just came in is being trained by him.

However, not long after, it was another sturdy boy with an ordinary face who ran in first.

"Brother Minxiu, the Neon team confirmed it over there."

Wiping the fine sweat from his forehead, he walked to Park Minxiu respectfully.

Hearing this, Park Min-soo's spirits lifted, and his body instantly sat upright from the seat, his eyes flashed: "Have you confirmed which hotel?"

The healthy young man gasped and said, "It's at the Myeongdong Rose Hotel next to the Olympic Park."

"Okay!" Park Minxiu got up and took two steps, then turned to look at the latter: "This is a good job. Have you recorded who came across this time?"

The strong man looked gloomy and his expression was a bit unsightly. "They are all recorded, but this time they seem to be just a team of ten."

"Haha, is the ten-man team? The Neon team is really swollen."

Park Min-soo's face is cold, and the opponent obviously looks down on their South Korean team.

After thinking about it for a moment, he continued: "You still have to do that. Call the 16 together. I want to make sure that this game is foolproof."

The Neon team has changed a lot in the past two years. Even if he is upset, he can't deny this fact.

"Don't worry, Minxiu, I will take care of it."

The healthy man patted his chest, with a fawning expression on his face.

There was a hint of amusement in Park Xiumin's eyes, and he understood what the other party meant.

"You can rest assured in Shuo, as long as Brother Minxiu has resources in the future, you will naturally be indispensable."

Sincerely patted the other party's shoulder, Park Minsu said again: "Go, remember not to leave any tails of hands."

"Um!"

Enthusiasm appeared on his face, and the young man named Zaishuo quickly pulled a person from another court and ran out together.

Park Min-soo, who stayed where he was, was lost in thought.

The strength of the Neon team this time will definitely not be that simple!

"Brother Minsu, your drink."

The young man gasping for breath interrupted his thoughts.

"Um."

Park Minsu took the drink absently, and threw it on the chair beside it.

With his head down, the corners of the boy's mouth twitched slightly.

The palms of both hands had already become fists behind his back.

"Come on, practice a few more with me."

"Um?"

Jin Zhimin raised his head, with a hint of surprise on his face.

Park Minxiu said with a look of impatientness: "Don't talk nonsense, this time to be true, give me my all!"

As he said, he threw a racket over with a shake of his hand.

"Yes!" Jin Zhimin beamed with joy and hurriedly took the racket thrown by the opponent.

At the beginning, he gave up his high school studies with the longing for the captain and directly joined the U17 training camp of the Korean team.

Even if the captain beats and scolds him a lot, but every time he plays tennis seriously...

call!

Take a deep breath,

Jin Ji Min held the ball in one hand and stood on the free throw line in the backcourt with a serious face: "Brother Min Xiu, I'm going to go!"

His voice just fell.

Bang!

A very fast ball shadow accurately landed on the border of the receiving area.

However, it is Park Min Soo who is faster than him.

Swish!

The body brought out two afterimages, and his explosive speed was fascinating.

Raising his arm to pat, an explosive force gushes from his arm.

boom!

Just listen to an explosion.

All the soldiers in this indoor training camp looked over with surprise.

"Is this kid Jin Jiwen annoyed the boss again?"

At the next court, the second and third figures of the South Korean team chuckled.

Park Min-soo, they are No. 1 in the Republic of Korea, but they have the title of "Jamsil Tiger".

Not only has it entered the world class in terms of speed and strength, it has also vaguely touched that level of strength.

On the field.

Jin Zhimin's face was pale, but his heart was surging.

"This is the figure I have always been yearning for, and the tennis I have longed for!"

He raised his head and looked at the overbearing and extraordinary figure opposite, his eyes couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

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