Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"Spirit assassin?"

Yukimura opened his mouth and chewed on this somewhat unusual name.

You can almost think of Shang Shan Yu, now Yukimura must feel like being scratched by a kitten.

He sold it off, smiled and said, "You'll know if you keep looking."

"Your habit of shirting is really..."

Yukimura lowered his eyes and smiled helplessly.

After getting along for so long, he can still figure it out. Jackie Yu is the kind of personality that occasionally makes a little bit of fun.

It seems... he likes to see others in some innocuous predicament.

The South Korean team is here.

Park Minsu's face was completely dark this time.

Don't even want to cover up.

If they lose this game, then even if he wins the next singles, it won't work at all.

"The remaining two singles..."

His gaze swept around Duke Watanabe's body unconsciously.

Others may not know that big guy, but he has participated in the French World Cup with the previous session.

At that time, the name of Duke Watanabe, the King of Destruction, was really like thunder.

He is so small and transparent, he has only seen Duke Watanabe playing on the court.

As for the fight?

That was something he didn't dare to imagine at the time.

I still remember that their leader told them that the opponent has entered the stage of breaking clothes at the level of strength and is definitely a world-class expert.

Even now, he does not have the slightest confidence to face a world-class powerhouse. What's more, for more than a year, Duke Watanabe will definitely not stand still.

"Damn the Neon Team, the damn French King of Destruction."

Park Min-soo cursed in his heart. He never expected that the destructive king who had disappeared in European tennis would once again appear in the Neon team.

Duke. Watanabe's existence is undoubtedly equivalent to an Admiral rank sitting in this team.

"It's no wonder they sent such a young face as the leader. I'm afraid it's just to numb me."

Park Min-soo was annoyed that if he didn't happen to know Duke, then it is estimated that they would step into this trap more thoroughly.

Li Zaishuo and Li Dazhong, two idiots, failed to do one thing successfully.

Suppressing the irritability in his heart, he can only hope that Quan Guangyao can make a breakthrough on the court.

On the field.

Yue Zhi Yueguang's eyes were like ice that never melted.

Biting.

The movement of his hand kept moving, and after every throw of the ball, only the afterimage of his right hand swing was seen.

Then came-a bang!

When everyone wanted to see the tennis again, they could only look for it under the wall of the South Korean team after halftime.

One, two, three...

Quan Guangyao and Jiang Wenhan could only take turns receiving haircuts with a dull look.

Bang!

With the sound of the last tennis ball landing, the first round of the game was directly over.

"Game, Otsuchi Moonlight, Hakamada Izo, 1-0!"

"Exchange venue!"

The referee glanced numbly at the timer in his hand, and it turned out that the time had just passed three minutes.

"As expected of the captain, the opponent can only follow the tennis ball and eat ashes!"

Hakamada Izo grinned grinningly.

He glanced around at the audience seats around the stadium and found that this group of South Korean fans had lost their ability to express themselves.

"Look, this kind of quietness is what I want." The shirt curled his lips and smiled behind him.

Everyone laughed, and they suddenly found that the captain was also quite interesting.

You can still remember the treatment they received when they first came out.

The moment when the two teams changed.

Quan Guangyao subconsciously took a look at the tall figure walking past him.

簌簌～

A breeze came.

Afterwards, he saw a deep blue pupil projecting towards him through the wavy slender hair.

"Um?"

His body stiffened slightly, and he couldn't help but feel a bit of an unpleasant feeling in his heart.

Ball rights exchange.

Quan Guangyao stood on the backcourt and took a deep breath.

He is now full of thoughts of keeping his serve.

If one game is removed from the serving game, then they will fall into a great passivity, and it can even be said that they are not far from losing the game.

"My serve is not bad, I can!"

In his heart, the comforter himself, his eyes widened.

Huh!

Bend your knees, throw the ball, and draw the shot.

This set of his actions can be said to be smooth and flowing.

However.

Click!

"A mistake, hang up!"

The referee gave Quan Guangyao a weird look, and he was very speechless.

Even if he has the intention to favor the South Korean team, what can they do if they are not up to date?

You can hang the net on every serve. Is this U17's No. 2?

Regardless of the number of spectators on the sidelines, many people have already suffocated their stomachs, and many people have begun to curse Quan Guangyao as a traitor on the sidelines.

"how come?!"

He was in a daze, but Quan Guangyao on the court couldn't care about so much at all, and his heart became more and more urgent.

Bang!

It was another heavy serve.

"Double serve turnover, the Neon team scored, 0-15!"

The referee bit the bullet and announced.

"Assi! Quan Guangyao, what are you doing?"

Jiang Wenhan's face was pale, and he roared loudly.

The blue veins on his neck were all suffocated by these two unqualified serve. If he didn't know Quan Guangyao's many foundations, he might even wonder if this one came from the other side.

"Wait, I will adjust!"

Dense cold sweat appeared on Quan Guangyao's temples. He tried to breathe deeply, as much as possible to relax the muscles of his body.

He obviously felt good in the two goals just now, but why?

Slow for almost thirty or forty seconds.

Huh!

The sharp eyes were straight.

He opened his eyes confidently again.

"There must be no problem this time!"

He was sure in his heart.

Bang!

The tennis ball came out and finally leaped over the net.

The breath in his heart hasn't been relieved yet.

next moment.

Hakamada Izo's slightly twisted smiling face caught his eye.

"Such a serve, you are really weak!"

Hakamada Izo attacked unceremoniously.

Afterwards, the racket in his hand was slammed against the tennis ball that was about to bounce!

Bang!

There was a blast.

Compared with the serve, the speed of this smash is not known how many times faster.

"Damn it, what are you kidding?"

Kwon Kwang Yew's white face flushed with anger, "I am No. 2 in Korea!"

With a roar, he swung down the tennis racket with both hands.

"Wow! Good shot!"

Hakamada Izo stood on the frontcourt with a smile, exaggerating in admiration.

"Uh……"

Quan Guangyao suddenly looked like a chicken with his neck grabbed, and his entire face was suffocated to the color of pig liver.

Just now, the tennis ball that he squeezed out vigorously did not know where it flew off the court.

"Wow, Kwon Guangyao seems to be playing very abnormally today!"

Even the commentary made up for it at this time. The two of them really couldn't find any excuses for such a ball.

At this time, the wind direction outside the court also changed.

Many fans began to scold Quan Guangyao for match-fixing.

And that momentum is getting stronger and stronger.

"Tsk tsk, playing tennis in such a country is really sad."

Duke. Watanabe was surprised by the fickleness of the Koreans.

Hearing this, the shirt smiled calmly: "So, this game is not a level from the beginning."

"They are too entertaining and lack a love for tennis itself."

Shang Shan Yu recalled several countries he had visited.

Whether it’s Britain or France.

In those places, you can find a group of people who really love tennis.

In South Korea, he did not see any love for tennis itself in these players.

Only money and benefits.

The media on the sidelines are excitedly taking close-ups of Quan Guangyao.

Whether this game is good or bad, as long as it has enough bursts, then it is the game they like to watch.

As for the ranking of the South Korean team?

Shouldn't these all be troubled by the Korean Nets Association?

The score on the court went all the way down.

Bang!

Accompanied by a heavy dunk by Hakamada Izo. The tennis ball crashed and landed at Quan Guangyao's blind spot.

"The Neon team scored!"

"Game, Otsuchi Moonlight, Hakamada Izo, 6-0!"

"At the end of the game, the No. 1 doubles match was won by the Neon representative team, with a score of 2-0 and the number of rounds 6-0, 6-0!"

The referee's announcement of the score just fell.

boom! !

The Korean fans on the sidelines exploded!

Even the fans who are still sane are infected with a certain emotion.

Two sets of 6-0!

This is a record that is even more humiliating than doubles two.

The doubles of No.2 and No.6 can't get a small game in the opponent's hands?

South Korean fans feel that they have been insulted. They have always been convinced that Korean tennis is not bad, and will even have a place in the world tournament in the future.

Turns out you told me this?

How much I expected, then how angry I am now.

The two commentators have also been wiping cold sweat on the stage. They all know that one more sentence at this time is likely to become a channel for the audience to vent their anger.

At this time, both of them were already madly cursing in their hearts. At that time, they shouldn't take this job just to get the heat.

Only to watch Park Minsu!

The two looked at each other, and both placed the hope of the game on the man who looked like a tiger.

The audience hasn't thoroughly fried the pot yet, probably because Park Min-soo, whom they have always trusted, has not yet appeared.

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