Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

Who do they care about?

Irrie's words caused everyone in the carriage to think.

"Could it be... Tezuka?"

Fuji's voice is very soft, but it is extremely clear in this quiet carriage.

It seems to be that place!

Next to him, Atobe also glanced at Sanada who was sitting next to him.

The only place where Irie can say this is the only place.

Neon's U17 training camp!

"It seems that there is no need for my uncle to come here by himself."

Tracebe smiled coldly, and there was a hint of excitement in his eyes looking at Irue Zanduo.

In the back row, Ajiujin's breath stagnated, and he knew exactly what Tracebe said. Originally in their plan, after this game, they would find that base on their own.

To this day.

Ajiuzin is no longer the kind of Xiaobai who had just contacted tennis at the beginning. The more he invented Bai's truth, and if he wanted to catch up with the figure in front of him, he must take the initiative to narrow the gap.

It's no secret that these three people, including Yushang Yuu, Kunimitsu Tezuka, and Seiichi Yukimura, were recruited by U17.

"It's interesting!"

Among the eight members of the selection team, the only one who was a little bit awkward at the beginning was Chin-Sushi Qingchun, but after such a short period of time, he probably sorted out some of them.

It can be called a training center for neon tennis, so there must be no shortage of masters in it.

His fighting spirit is high.

This time with the American team, his vision has been greatly broadened.

...

Two hours later.

Seeing the bus completely drive into the suburbs, and the road is also blocked by the shade of trees on both sides, everyone's hearts are filled with anticipation.

"Have we been to this place?"

Tracebe looked at the familiar scenery outside the window, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

call!

"It's the last training call." A flash of memory flashed in Sanada's eyes.

"Unexpectedly, we were so close last time."

Fuji chuckles with some emotion.

I am afraid that none of them would have thought that the top of the mountain they trained before is the U17 training base.

"The foot of the mountain, the top of the mountain?"

Trace Department smiled meaningfully: "This guy in the shirt, but he keeps me out of the way."

He asked his butler, Michael, to help him collect U17 related information, but because of the training, he hadn't had time to watch it before. Who would have thought it was in this place.

Irrie played mostly sitting at the front, silently listening to the discussion of the few people behind him.

A wicked smile flashed in his big eyes from time to time.

Not long after, the building hidden under the shadow of the tree gradually emerged.

The car finally stopped by an iron gate at the top of the mountain.

Iriezauduo took the lead to walk down and greeted everyone: "Here, get off the bus!"

Behind him, Atobe, Sanada, Akutsu and others filed out.

"Is this U17 training camp?"

Looking at the steel fortress full of depressive aura in front of them, everyone felt stunned.

"Fully enclosed management, high-intensity rigorous training, ubiquitous monitors. Are you ready?"

The gentle voice of Iriezaudo has changed, becoming very serious and serious.

Everyone was silent for a while.

"It's too late for any of you to quit, but once you step into this iron gate, when you come out again, it means you're eliminated."

His words were very simple, but instantly made everyone's emotions tense.

These people are all arrogant people, and they will definitely not shrink at this step.

But they also understand that Irie play many are telling them that the competition in U17 is also very cruel.

"What are you kidding? Those three guys are here. How could this uncle lose to them?"

Trace Department chuckled and took the first step.

"Although this guy is sometimes annoying," Sanada looked straight and stepped forward firmly, "but this time, his words are not wrong."

then.

One, two, three...

The eight silhouettes all smiled and stood in front of this iron gate.

...

"It seems that the will of this group of little guys is also quite firm."

In the surveillance room, Saitozhi smiled slightly.

"Is this leading trail club very charismatic?" Kurobe raised his brows. "However, it's not a good thing to be too confident."

"Why, do you want to shoot again?"

Saitozhi glanced at him strangely.

Kurobe put his hands in Kabuto, and smiled indifferently: "Well, the newcomer, the necessary spiritual baptism is still needed."

"How do you want to intervene this time?"

"Don't worry, I will arrange it."

Looking at the eight people on the screen, Kurobe smiled happily.

"By the way, I will take another copy of their information."

With that, he took a pile of materials from the table, and then walked out of the monitoring room alone.

"Come on!"

Saito turned back to the chair and looked at the monitor, the few still slightly immature figures.

With a hint of expectation, his voice quietly echoed in this quiet monitoring room.

In the high-pressure environment of U17, no one can guarantee that a genius will not collapse for some reason and give up playing tennis.

Squeak...

The heavy iron gate was slowly opened, and the setting sun shone from a distance, drawing the figures of them extraordinarily long.

"correct,"

Before Renju raised his foot to enter the door, he asked Iruji with some curiosity: "School is about to start in half a month. How did you solve the problem at the school?"

"Forbearance-Kun, don't worry, maybe you won't be able to make it for half a month."

"Really? I know."

Shinzu pushed his glasses lightly, and a bunch of flames rose quietly under his eyes.

Since coming to U17, Iriezaduo has completely lost the appearance of being their coach before.

"This place...maybe there is my next path."

"Quickly follow up, classmate Shinzu."

Forbearance raised his eyes and found that Eiji Kikumaru had already ran ahead of him.

"It's really optimistic."

Reluctantly murmured a little helplessly, Kikumaru seemed to have already walked out of the previous failure.

...

"Look, there's another newcomer!"

"It looks like they are also junior high school students."

...

"This time won't be as good as the last two, right?"

"Cut, there is nothing to be afraid of, it's just a junior high school student."

"Oh, idiot!"

Just like the survivors of Tezuka who came in before, they were watched by high school students on 16 pitches as soon as they came up.

Cold eyes, silent pressure.

Kikumaru, who was originally a little excited, instantly became restrained.

"I always feel... the atmosphere of this place is completely different from what we used to be at school."

"Nothing great, this uncle will tell these guys what we are here for!"

Trace Department held up his chest and smiled confidently. Such pressure and atmosphere, on the contrary, aroused his inner desire to challenge.

That's how he won the throne in Ice Emperor.

Ajujin beside him was even more arrogant. From time to time, he would turn his head and give a provocative and ferocious expression to those U17 students who were watching them.

On the roof of the main base.

A tall and tall figure leaned against the fence.

"The new catfish has entered."

Looking down, Kurobe put down the phone in his hand.

He has done a good job of communicating with the coach of the three ships, and the next step is to baptize this group of newcomers.

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