Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

Early the next morning.

When the first ray of morning light shone through the gap in the window, the room was already empty.

The lobby on the first floor of the Rose Hotel in Myeongdong.

At this time, the entire army has assembled here.

"We will not eat in the hotel this morning."

Shang Xianyou glanced around at the crowd, and after finding that everyone was full of energy, he calmly spoke.

-Kundao Yudou's face flashed with a different color, he gently pushed down his glasses and asked, "What happened last night?"

"The Korean team used some small tricks."

The shirt squinted his glasses and said in a low voice: "I have solved a wave last night, but I can't be careless this morning."

After thinking about it, he turned his eyes and continued to add: "Let's refer to the Thailand team last year."

The words of shirt Yu made a few people who didn't participate yesterday frowned.

Then the anger ignited in my heart!

At the time, that incident was a big deal in the Asian Tennis Association, and they had chats after their tea and dinner.

As a result, they did not expect them to become victims in the story this time.

"These shameless bastards!" The Mutsu brothers Qi Qi was a little angry.

-Kundao Yudou remembered the faint movement in the corridor last night, and thought in his heart: "Sure enough, did you do it?"

After he was harassed for the first time, he actually had an extra vigilance in his heart.

It was just that this situation did not happen again, instead there was some movement in the corridor, and he ignored it.

It now appears that it should have been killed by Shang Shan Yu in advance.

"Go, go outside to eat breakfast first, and then go to the venue in advance to make preparations."

Jackie Yu waved his hand to stop the few people who still wanted to say something, and walked towards the door calmly.

Seeing that Shun Yuu suppressed the scene very calmly,-Kundao Yudou's eyes flickered.

What the opponent team leader did is pretty good.

Aside, Duke Watanabe showed a kind smile on his face.

The decision made by Shang Shan Yu just now was quite clever.

The conspiracy of the South Korean team that has been broken has allowed others to see his abilities, and to a certain extent aroused the emotions of other players before the game, suppressing it at a good critical point.

I believe that when the time comes to the game, this will largely make up for their disadvantage in the away game.

He doesn't seem to have any sense of existence along the way, but he has never forgotten the "saving sister-in-kindness" of Shang Shan Yu.

At a certain critical time, even if the shirt is negligent, he will remind him.

Compared with the European side, these little tricks in South Korea are really a bit infamous.

...

at the same time.

In the back kitchen of the hotel, a ghostly figure quickly flashed across it.

His wrist quivered, and from time to time he opened up some of the breakfast and dishes that had already been installed.

"It's almost there, you can leave now."

The only chef left behind was watching him constantly adding ingredients with sweat on his forehead.

Li Dazhong turned his sly gaze, then lowered his voice and said: "The remaining money will be called to you later, but this matter..."

"Don't worry, I haven't seen anyone at all."

Gritting his teeth, there was a trace of regret in the chef's heart.

Originally thought it was just a small fight, but looking at it now, the other party seems to have done a little too much.

"Hey, you know it."

It's almost stuck in time.

Before the other back kitchen staff came in, Li Dazhong ran out quickly.

"In this case, there should be no problem."

Hiding in the blind spot of the monitor, he calmly walked up from the safe passage. Then, like a okay person, he sat down from the elevator in the guest room on the second floor.

Pulling his cap, he buried his head in silence and quietly checked out.

One out of the hotel.

He couldn't bear it anymore, he took out his cell phone quite proudly, and broadcasted it towards the other end of the phone.

"Brother, everything is done."

Facing the morning sun, he showed the slender corners of his eyes that were somewhat stiff.

On the other side of the phone, Park Min-soo picked up a glass of milk and walked to a large French window with a smile on her face.

Looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, he was in a very happy mood, "Good job, um, um.. That's it. I'll talk about it later."

Hanging up the phone, he spread his hands.

I was already enjoying the cheers of everyone on the court in my mind.

...

At nine o'clock in the morning, the Olympic Park in Seoul.

At this time, the tennis hall is already very lively.

This large semi-outdoor tennis court is full of people's shadows.

The entire fifth floor of the stands was almost full of tennis fans from all over Korea.

It was originally just an ordinary points match, but under the hype of the Korean media, it turned into a highly focused battle.

They not only invited the idol group for the opening, but also invited the speaker to report the whole process.

"This atmosphere?"

Yukimura stood in front of the window of the lounge, and was a little stunned looking at the scene outside.

Originally, he thought their national competition was already very exaggerated, but he didn't expect...

"It's almost time, let's go!"

The shirt glanced at the wall clock on the wall and stood up.

Everyone's expressions were solemn, and after tightening their shirts, they steadily followed Tsong Yuu's body.

Although the atmosphere at home in South Korea is a bit scary, many of them have seen the World Cup.

Such pressure is nothing.

-Kundao Yudou's face was gloomy, and he walked at the end of the team without saying a word.

The list of appearances announced in the lounge just now made his mood drop to the bottom.

He never expected...Song Yuu would rank him out of the players this time.

"Is this killing a chicken to show to the monkey?"

-Kundao Yudou couldn't help but come up with this sentence.

The moment the list came out, everyone's eyes were the first to focus on him.

At the same time, it is obvious to the naked eye that the attitudes of the Mutsu brothers towards the shirt Yuu have changed even more.

"Unexpectedly, I-Kundao Yudou will have today?"

The young man's methods seemed to break his expectations every time.

The other side.

The South Korean team walked out of another channel under the leadership of Ye Park Min-soo.

Just when his very good Bai Jun face appeared on the court.

"Ooh oh oh~"

A huge cheer sounded from the entire stadium.

"Minxiu Ouba!"

"Republic of Korea, Fighting!"

The cheering and screaming one after another instantly detonated the entire stadium.

The two commentators on the rostrum were also blushing, holding a microphone and shouting in excitement:

"Let me welcome, Park Min-soo, the future star of Korean tennis!"

"Russell South!"

...

"Jim Ji Min!"

...

Every time he called out a name, there was a burst of enthusiastic cheers on the court, as if they had won the game.

As for the Neon team that played at the same time.

The two Korean commentators simply said: "Next, let us also welcome the Neon team."

Suddenly, there was no sound at the scene.

The whole venue was quiet like a library in an instant.

"Tsk, this kind of treatment is really rare."

The shirt leisurely felt the silent pressure, and he teased with interest.

The dignified faces of the first army were slightly relaxed.

"Don't be polite in this game, let them see what the gap is."

Before stepping up to the line, the shirt you turned your head over, said in a bitter tone.

The more vigorous and confident the opponent is now, the more atmosphere and grief will become after he loses the game.

You know, the strength of neon tennis is no longer what it used to be. Last year's quarterfinals were not just luck.

Without small means, in front of absolute strength...

The only two words that Shangshan You can think of for each other, that is, cool!

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