Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"45, 46, 47..."

On the high platform, Takuchi Ryuuji paced left and right while shouting slogans.

Below him.

A group of middle school students are working hard to get up.

"50..." Tuo Zhi Ryuji pulled a final note, his eyes swept across the people below and said: "Well, that's it for this morning."

In the last project, a total of 5 groups of 50 people got up and came to an end in a wailing sound.

"Huh... it's finally over." Senshi Kiyoshi didn't have much scruples, and sat down on the ground. He looked at Kikumaru Eiji, who was lying on the ground like a salted fish beside him, and asked: "How about Kikumaru? . Can you hold on?"

"I'm fine, leave me alone."

The corner of Jumaru's mouth twitched, and his eyes were a little empty and smiled: "At least today is better than yesterday."

"Those guys are really monsters." Qianshi Qingchun's eyes rolled.

Not far from him, Akutsu, Atobe, and Sanada, these three guys still had enough energy to do some other finishing moves.

This kind of performance is much better than most high school students.

"Classmate Qianshi, I believe we will be able to adapt soon."

Next to the playground, Fuji came over with a smile in his eyes, "Here, Kikumaru. This is your water."

"Well…"

Kikumaru swept away the gentle smiling face of Zhousuke, then suddenly whimpered, and sat cross-legged on the ground.

"Fuji, thank you so much!"

He took the kettle gratefully and sucked it, his eyes smiling like a crescent.

Looking at Kikumaru who looked like a kitten, Fujia smiled, "We are all a team, aren't we?"

"Uh-huh!"

Kikumaru nodded very moved, then put down the kettle and let out a long sigh of relief, "Ah, finally saved!"

"By the way, I seem to have seen your arrangement for the qualifying match again this morning."

"Well, it was this afternoon, against the seniors on the 11th court."

Fuji squinted his eyes, his eyes swayed slightly.

They have been to this U17 training base for 5 days. In addition to the harsh training tasks that they need to adapt to on weekdays, they have also participated in the so-called qualifying competition as they should.

"I envy you, I'm still on the 14th court."

"Ahem, I'm a little embarrassed to interrupt, I'm the same."

Qianshi Qingchun was beside him, weakly raising his hand.

"I believe you will catch up soon."

Fu Er smiled and comforted.

Here, the ranking battle is not only about having the strength, but also depends on the daily ranking battle arrangement.

And he did not help in two weeks, maybe just a little bit better luck.

"I said, you guys are still thinking about chatting?"

I don't know when, Trace Department has quietly arrived in front of the three of them.

Kikumaru looked up, except for some sweat stains on his face, it was much better than him in other aspects.

His mouth bulged slightly.

In addition to a bit of stinky fart, the trace department is still very strong in other aspects.

"Student Jibe, you seem to have a competition this afternoon, right?"

"Yes, this afternoon, my uncle will hit the 10th court!"

The trace of the mouth is slightly tilted.

"but……"

Suddenly, his voice changed, and his eyes looked sharply at Fuji Zhousuke next to him, "I'm here to tell you another thing."

"Um?"

Fuji was slightly taken aback.

"It's up to him to explain this."

Traces turned sideways, and a young man with dark blue short hair and glasses walked up very gracefully.

Shinzu Yushi nudged his glasses, his eyes flickering at the Qingxue duo and said, "According to my investigation these days, your Qingxue Kunomitsu Tezuka is not here."

"Ms. Tezuka isn't there?"

Kikumaru just wanted to shout out, and then subconsciously covered his mouth, and looked around with some restraint.

Except for some high school students who have started free practice, there are many high school students who are particularly concerned about them.

"It's not just that Tezuka is not here, but Yukimura and Jackie, neither of them are here."

Sanada and Akutsu also walked over, and it was Sanada who spoke with a very low voice just now.

"So what do you mean?" Buer opened his squinted eyes and asked intently.

"If this happens, there is only one reason." Shinobu nodded and pushed his glasses confidently, "There is still news we don't know!"

On the side, Rubu continued the topic, "So we all have to hurry up and climb to the apex of this place together to know the answer behind this."

"Of course, if you are eliminated, then this uncle will have no sympathy for you at all."

The trace department put his arms around his chest, and his tone was very cold.

Hearing this, Kikumaru stomped like a cat with fried fur, and said, "Damn it, we won't be eliminated early!"

"Hehe, it's up to you."

Trace Department chuckled in a low voice, "Shinzu, let's go!"

He greeted Shinzu who was beside him.

"His classmates!"

With a serious expression on his face, Fuji stopped the trail that had been walking for several meters, "Thank you for coming to tell us this news specially."

Sincere words came into my ears with the wind.

The body paused, Trace Department did not react too much, and did not answer, but continued to move forward firmly.

Inside the small black house on the main base.

Kurobe Yuki can see this scene clearly through the video screen.

"It seems that they have gradually understood what it means here."

He crossed his hands on his chin, and there was a surreptitious smile in his eyes.

"Kurobe, is this your plan?"

Zaiteng asked with his arms folded and his chair leaning against the table beside him.

"Do not!"

Kurobe shook his head, then stood up and said, "This enlightenment is just the beginning."

...

That afternoon.

Not two weeks later, he directly won the game 6:0 with a sharp tennis style and marched to the 11th court.

at the same time.

Atobe Keigo hit the 10th course, Sanada Genichiro hit the 11th course, Akutsujin hit the 11th course, and Niou Masaharu hit the 12th course.

"Sure enough, the strength of this group of middle school students is pretty good!"

In the high stand, a group of high school students are carefully observing their game in the track department.

In the crowd, Yamato Yu looked at the two very familiar figures underneath, and the corners of his mouth were raised involuntarily.

First Tezuka, then Fuji and Kikumaru. This also indirectly proves that the development of their youth tennis club in the past two years is very rapid, and the decision he made in the first place was not wrong.

"I understand it, right." Wei Taro clapped his hands at the right end. "The last time was the example they set on the 3rd court. This time we can't lose face on the 5th court."

"Yes!"

Suzuki is stupid, Washio Ichicha, Nakagawa Neiwaidao and others all responded.

Three days later.

Early in the morning, the already familiar broadcast sounded.

There was no need for anyone to urge him anymore, Kikumaru got up from the bed quickly, changed his training clothes, and ran towards the bathroom.

Since that day, the enthusiasm of all of them has been greatly improved.

Unconsciously, his mental outlook has also undergone a great change.

"Good morning, no two!"

"You too early, Eiji."

Fuji looked at Kikumaru who was standing beside him with a smile, and waved his hand.

Not long after, their physical coach, Takuchi Ryuji, appeared on the high platform.

then.

It is a practice movement that is already very familiar. This time, Kikumaru also gritted his teeth, and the completion time was at the end of the high school team.

Although his body was drenched with sweat, the muscles of his limbs trembled slightly. But Kikumaru did not say any more complaints.

"All done well!" Takuchi Ryuuji glanced at the junior high school student side with satisfaction, and then said: "Today the junior high school students are not in a qualifying match, but a pair of practice matches."

"Please form your own team."

When his voice fell, two completely different reactions appeared underneath.

The high school students were a little surprised, but the eyes of the trace department flickered, "Did you feel the pressure from us?"

For so many days, they have rushed all the way from the 16th court to the top 10 courts. Most of these high school students did not put them under a lot of pressure.

"Well, disband on the spot!"

Takuchi Ryuji didn't pay attention to so much of their thoughts at all, this time he just conveyed an order to the Black Cloth Department.

"Fuji, what the hell are they doing with the coaching staff?"

Putting the racket on his shoulders, Kikumaru also tended to follow Fuji to the direction of the latter's court.

Fuji is also thinking, but his thoughts are almost the same as those of the trace department.

"The coaching staff may be worried."

Buya turned his head and chuckled softly: "Didn't you realize that Kikumaru, the strength of these high school students does not seem to be too strong."

"Hey, are they afraid of us?"

Hearing this, Jumaru laughed cheerfully.

"Maybe!"

Fujinon said something noncommittal, but there was still a guess in his heart that he didn't say.

Maybe there is another team on the 16th court, and Tezuka and Shangshan are among them.

After all, with the exception of Irie and Tokugawa, who have been seen in No. 3 and No. 1, the strength of the entire Neon U17 should be far more than that.

However, just when they are ready for practice on a few courts.

A broadcast sounded on the court, making all eight of them stand still.

Thank you for reading this story at mtlarchive.com. Your support enables us to keep the site running!