Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

ten minutes later.

Huh!

Trace department threw the jacket behind him violently, and then walked towards the court with a magnificent gesture.

"This guy at the trail department really likes to be handsome." In the queue, Qianshi Qingchun said with some taste: "However, he is really popular."

As he spoke, his eyes rolled around and found that many people were screaming for the trace department.

"I think Classmate Qianshi regrets that he didn't make it to the stage." Buer narrowed his eyes and smiled softly.

"Uh...haha..."

Qianshi Qingchun scratched the back of his head with some embarrassment. He found that his thoughts seemed to be broken by the gentle fellow student next to him.

On the field.

The performance of the trace department is completely worthy of the arrogance he had when he first appeared on the field.

"Your blind spot has nothing to hide in these uncle's eyes."

The icy ridges spread all over the stadium.

The white glow in the eyes of the trace department flickered, and while talking and laughing, his arm took the racket and twitched forward.

Bang!

The ice crystals broke apart, exploding the most beautiful flowers.

"Game, Keigo Atobe, 5-1!"

"What's the matter? Are you just this strength?"

Although I got the match point, I was not satisfied with the team.

If Edgar's strength made them admire before, then the next two singles matches are really a bit unmotivated.

"This kid..."

On the American team's side, many people clenched their teeth secretly and clenched their fists.

Rubu's words are really too arrogant, but the reason why they dare to be angry but dare not speak is also very simple, they really can't beat the opponent.

Iriezaduo fell into contemplation on the sidelines, and he is now constantly bringing into Reinhardt's psychology.

Perhaps the purpose of this exchange game itself is very simple and ridiculous.

Opposite the net.

The singles of the US team were silent.

He is indeed not the strongest singles in the team, or even just ranked in the top three, but Reinhardt put him in the singles position.

After all, they are just dispensable tool people, maybe only Edgar can make Reinhardt pay more attention to it.

"Boring!"

With a tennis ball in his palm, Trace Department walked to his service line with some disdain.

Compared to Sanada Genichiro's opponent, the opponent in front of him seems even less fighting spirit, and even the strength...

"Hehe, in that case,"

Trace Department took a breath, and then a cold smile was outlined at the corner of his mouth, "Let you see the consequences of underestimating this uncle."

Huh!

The tennis ball was slowly thrown upwards by him.

The cold wind howls, winter is coming!

"Um... what's going on?"

On the sidelines, whether it was the American team, the Neon team or the audience, everyone felt a little surprise on their faces.

Obviously it was only the end of September, but they felt a bitter cold wind poured into this semi-enclosed stadium.

I don't know when, a trace of frost began to appear on the side walls and the lampshade of the lighting.

"This is back then!"

Gan Zhenzhi rubbed his arm, recalling the time in the national finals in his mind.

The terrifying blizzard is coming to the stadium again!

"Frozen this uncle forever!"

The trace department gave a soft drink.

The racket in his hand has been swiped down at some point. In an instant, the entire stadium was blown by a terrifying blizzard.

Bang!

The whole body shattered in unison.

The whole stadium seemed to be raining dreamy and beautiful.

Clinking in mid-air, small pieces of glass continued to fall from the air.

"This is……"

Gan Zhenzhi only felt a flower in front of his eyes. When he took off his eyes, he realized that the lens on it had exploded into countless small fragments.

A light touch with your finger.

At the next moment, only a pair of black frames remained on his glasses.

"Now, watch out for the shards of glass in the sky."

Trace's face was slightly pale, but he smiled and turned around in a cool and comfortable way.

As for the opposite side of the court.

The members of the American team were already standing in place with a sullen face, and the goose bumps on his skin were violent, as if the whole person was frozen.

Reinhardt sat on the seat with a dull expression. He turned to look at Hopkins and asked, "Doctor, how does his eyesight compare to your eyesight?"

"Although it's a different path." Hopkins rubbed his chin with his fingers, and said after careful consideration: "But his may be more extreme."

Upon hearing this, Reinhardt leaned against the chair. He propped his chin with one hand, squinted at the last few balls of the game below, and said: "After the game, you go and help me hold the Izukazuo, and I will take care of the rest."

In this exchange competition, he not only saw more possibilities for Neon in the future, but also raised great fear of Neon.

...

After a few minutes.

Bang!

With the blooming of another ice crystal, the game also came to an end.

"The fifth round of the game ended. The singles match was won by Neon Kanto's representative Keigo Atobe, the number of rounds was 6 to 1."

On the high chair, the referee announced in a loud voice: "This exchange game is all over, and the Neon Kanto team won the final victory with a total score of 4:1."

His voice fell, and the whole venue thunderously applauded.

"How? This uncle has done what he said."

At the end of the scene, Atobe started a provocative mode against Sanada.

However, Sanada hadn't even answered the conversation, and Irie Koto had already joined with a smile, "Tokubu-kun played well, it was 5 minutes faster than Sanada-san."

Sanada snorted coldly in his heart.

He was just more cautious, not as cool as a narcissist.

"In this way, it is the uncle who won!"

The Atobe didn't care about Sanada's thoughts, and directly announced in large numbers.

"Let's go, go up and shake hands." Irrie played the two interrupted.

He lifted his eyes and looked at Reinhardt's unsmiling face through his unharmed glasses.

Before the net.

Iriezaduo stretched out his hand and smiled: "Student Ralph, this is really a wonderful game."

"Well, indeed."

Reinhardt shook his face and shook hands with the little baby-faced man in front of him.

The overall atmosphere on the US team is relatively low. Who would have thought that their good players in the US U14 would all be folded in the small island country of Neon.

Only in Isshin there is a bit of comfort, maybe that group of doubles of Shelda, if there is no victory in that one, they may really be played an extremely ugly 5-0.

Next, take a group photo.

Both sides ended this exchange match in a seemingly peaceful atmosphere.

...

"How about it?"

On the fifth floor stand of the stadium, Reinhardt frowned and asked.

At this time, the Ares Stadium is already empty, and people go to the floor.

"There was no chance to make a shot, that Iriezaduo completely followed them."

Hopkins rubbed his eyebrows helplessly. He looked at his captain and continued to ask: "Ralph, what should we do next?"

"You go back tomorrow."

"how about you?"

Hopkins was taken aback.

Reinhardt glanced at him, Kaidō: "I will stay in Neon for a while, and this time I will visit their school by myself."

As he said, he looked far away and looked down the court, "I will change to another identity."

"Okay, be careful yourself."

Hopkins hesitated for a while, and then said: "It is said that Byodoin Phoenix has returned from Europe."

"Don't worry, I will reverse it all." Reinhardt smiled carelessly, his tone full of confidence in himself.

What he is good at is turning what he is not good at into what he is best at.

And the other side.

On the bus for the training camp.

Everyone was talking and laughing, and the victory of the exchange competition made them a month-long selection training not in vain.

"Senior Iri, how come we have to ride back in the training car together after the game?"

Qianshi Qingchun looked at the retreating scenery outside the window with a trace of puzzlement on his face.

"Don't worry," Irie played, pushed his glasses more, and smiled: "It's rare to win the American team, so naturally I want to celebrate."

"Oh, is the senior entertaining?"

When Sengoku's eyes lit up, his voice rose slightly by 8 degrees.

"Congratulations? My uncle wouldn't go to that kind of shabby shop." The trace department's voice turned, and at the same time, his eyes turned to Iriezaduo.

"Don't worry, rest assured, you will be satisfied."

Irui waved his hand, and the corner of his mouth slightly ticked upwards.

"Then I will wait and see."

With his legs cocked, he lay back.

He probably guessed the situation a little bit, and probably also played in the river to protect them. No one can guarantee that the two U17 guys in the United States will attack them afterwards.

But soon.

"Um?"

Sitting in tandem by the window, Shinzu and Fuji both noticed the anomaly outside the window, "Everyone, this road seems to be leaving Tokyo."

"what's the situation?"

In addition, the few people who were closing their eyes to rest their minds frowned, and one after another looked in the direction of Fuji and Shinzu.

Looking at the high-rise buildings that are gradually going away from the window, their brows are getting more and more frowning.

Senior Irie?

The eyes of the crowd once again shifted to Irie Kata's body.

"Unexpectedly, it was discovered so soon."

At this time, Iriezaduo no longer concealed it, he stood up with a smile, "This is the reward I specially applied for for you."

He glanced at everyone present, then lowered his voice, and said quietly: "The place where you are going next, but there are some of you who are particularly concerned about."

In a moment, the entire bus became quiet.

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