Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"It's not just that person, not even the boy who confronted him back then."

Reinhardt narrowed his eyes, and there was a hint of doubt in his heart.

When he looked at Irrie to play a lot, an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes, "They intervened again?"

Thinking of the attitude of Neon U17 in the past few times, he will inevitably have such thoughts in his heart.

Reinhardt couldn't help but glanced at Ajuzin.

This is the second high-quality candidate he and Hopkins have recognized.

Edgar frowned in the US team's queue.

Careful, he noticed the neon players that Reinhardt was paying attention to.

Think of some rumors he heard before this game.

Unconsciously, his gaze also turned to the murderous figure who was about the same size as him.

"Is that you?"

Edgar's gaze was with a trace of inquiry, and he could feel a faint threat from Ajujin's body.

Perceived a trace of malicious attack.

Ajiujin's head tilted slightly, his eyes shrank slightly, and he looked back directly.

A sturdy young man with a short golden inch was staring at him intently.

"whispering sound!"

He hummed in his nose, and Ajiujin's face showed a hint of impatience.

The gaze of the other party, which looked like an object, made him feel very uncomfortable.

But soon, the two sides staggered and left the field.

Then, the broadcasts around the venue sounded: "Next, the doubles number two match is about to start. Neon Kanto representative team Niou Masaharu, Fuji Zhou assists, against the United States West Blue shore team Rooney Karlsson, Ruman · Karlsson."

"Please be prepared for the players on both sides."

"Brother, I was ranked in doubles!?"

In the stands closest to the stadium, Fuji Yuta looked a little surprised.

Aside, Kanyuechu held his chin with one hand and raised his eyes, and said lazily: "Yuta, you have to know that there are monsters in that training camp."

A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, "Kinggo, the king of the ice emperor, and Shinichiro Sanada, the vice minister of Tachikai University..."

Guanyue did not continue, but Fuji Yuta already understood what he meant.

These people will certainly occupy those key singles positions.

"So..." At the beginning of Guanyue's voice, "Yuta, we still have to practice more. Only by becoming stronger can we have the right to speak!"

Looking down with flickering eyes, I felt like I had eaten a lemon in my heart at the beginning of the month.

In this Kanto selection and training, their Saint Rudolph did not even have the qualifications to be invited.

"You guys Damn it, wait for me next year!"

He is already thinking about how to expand the training volume of their team after watching this game.

"Uh...watching the moon..."

Fuji Yuta helped his forehead a little helplessly, and as Kanyue talked, he fell into a certain conjecture alone.

...

"Fuji, Nioh, don't be careless, the opposite should be a team of twins."

Before the two went on the court, Irue reminded with a smile on the side.

Their Neon U17 has an excellent pair of twin doubles, so he is a better understanding of the horror of this combination.

Homology, for twins, basically only the training time is in place.

"Senior Irie, don't worry..."

Fuji squinted his eyes and said softly, "My understanding with Nioh-classmate should be pretty good."

During the selection, the two had practiced in this way, so Fuji was still confident in their strength.

Nioh's indigo-colored eyes rolled, and he calmly touched his pigtails, nodded in response, and said, "That's right."

"Really..." Looking at the two confident people in front of him, Irrie couldn't help but smile and said: "If this is the case, then I wish you all the best."

Iriezaduo gently pushed his glasses, and a glimmer of anticipation passed through his eyes.

If there is no accident on the other side, they should be players selected by Reinhardt from the U14 in the United States.

As he expected

The atmosphere on the US team's side is much more relaxed.

From the U14 training camp, they are confident enough to face the players from parts of the island country of Neon.

"Luman and Rooney, just play according to your usual strength."

Reinhardt sat in the main seat, the expression on his face did not fluctuate too much.

The two brothers in front of him looked solemn and responded in unison: "Yes!"

The two immigrated to the United States from Mexico with their parents when they were very young. In the United States, their family life is not easy.

Tennis can be said to be a key for them to change their family.

"Well, go!"

Reinhardt didn't have much prejudice about the skin color of the two brothers, and waved his hand.

His dream is to lead the team to the top of the world next year, and many things before this can be ignored by him.

Just like his remarks in the magazine, he welcomes tennis talents from all over the world.

Admission on both sides is fixed.

After guessing the side, the referee also announced from the high chair: "The game starts, the American team serves, and the game ends."

"It's finally about to start!"

Oishi took a group of friends from Qingxue sitting in the auditorium. He and Kawamura Takashi also held support banners of Fuji Shusuke and Eiji Kikumaru in their hands, respectively.

"Fuji, come on! Let's burn it!"

Takashi Kawamura waved a banner and yelled up to the sky.

Off the court, Nioh turned his head and smiled in surprise.

"The teammates in your school are really cute."

"Well, but... I think Aaron should not only cheer for me."

Squinting, Fuji looked back at Nioh, "What do you think?"

"Then I'll accept this support without any kind of courtesy, puff~"

Nioh blinked and smiled.

At this moment, both of them focused their eyes on the opposite court.

...

"Luman, I'm going to go!" Rooney whispered in the backcourt with a handful of dirty braids.

His palm is wide and he presses the tennis ball quite rhythmically.

A pair of eyes gleamed like a falcon.

"Rocket!"

Bang!

An air change exploded on the racket, and the tennis ball fell on the receiving line of Nioh's backhand almost in the blink of an eye.

"So fast!"

His pupils shrank, and Nioh seemed to see the air waves caused by the shuttle tennis ball in the air.

Subconsciously retreating one step further, he has no time to go to the landing point of the tennis ball to volley.

"Successful!"

Opposite, after seeing this scene, Rooney tickled the corner of his mouth slightly.

Nioh wanted to catch the trajectory of the ball by extending the distance of the serve, and fell into his trap.

It's called the Rockets.

That's because the ball can accelerate in multiple stages!

Shoo!

After landing, the tennis ball seemed to be faster, and a scream was drawn directly and flew out from the side of Nioh who was not yet ready.

"What a powerful move!"

Nioh lowered his gaze, looking back at the situation of the ball just now.

"It's okay, it's okay to just one ball." Fujia walked over with a serious expression on his face.

"Well, you should also be careful. The ball on the opposite side can only be picked as soon as it hits the ground, otherwise it will get faster and faster."

Nioh raised his head and reminded in a deep voice.

This exchange game may not be so easy.

After the change, Rooney confidently moved to the other half.

"DaDa...DaDa..."

The tennis ball was lightly touched, and this time his diagonally turned into a second week help.

"My Rocket is not so broken."

With a smile at the corner of his mouth, his arm was raised again to toss.

"Rocket!"

Bang!

With a whisper, the tennis ball came through the air again.

"It's really fast!" Buer's heart shuddered.

He also only heard a blast of this ball, and then the tennis ball has come to him.

"but……"

The skirt of his clothes was blowing, and a gleam of light flashed in Fuji's blue eyes, "It's not impossible to catch it!"

With a dexterous step, Fujia took a big step forward very cleverly.

In his eyes, the breeze surrounding the tennis ball was printed.

With his legs straddling back and forth, Fuji's body weight dropped, and his arms pulled the racket backwards.

The next moment.

"Phoenix flashes back!"

The racket cuts from the top of the tennis ball, like a fiery flame.

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