Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"how so?!"

Sanada stood stiffly on the spot, his palm firmly grasping the grip of his racket.

Opposite the court.

Nioh, who has always loved pranks, is not much better, his face is sullen, and his indigo-colored eyes are full of chill.

Such a scene does not just happen in their stadium.

Atobe and Shinzu, Fuji and Kikumaru, and Akuzu and Sengoku.

An anger ignited in all of them. His eyes looked angrily towards the monitor mounted on the lighting.

Two minutes ago.

"Now, the middle school group is in a group match, and the loser will be eliminated."

Kurobe's voice was cold and cruel.

Only at that moment, all the 8-member group stood there.

The elimination that the Kurobe coach said is naturally not a drop in a court, but a real departure from U17.

"This... is it too unfair?"

Sanada raised his head and asked.

There is anger in his chest, but he is not swallowed up by anger. He does not believe that the coaching staff will make such an unfair decision.

If they lost to the high school group, then they would willingly admit it, but the reality is that they have an advantage over the high school group.

Is it because their performance is too bright, so we have to play such a game to eliminate them?

If so, they cannot accept it!

Inside the small dark room of the monitoring room.

"Is it really okay for you to do this?"

Saito Zhi held up a cup of coffee and glanced helplessly at the figure next to him.

In response, Kurobe smiled calmly, "Although there are loopholes, it is enough to deal with them."

His finger rested on the microphone's switch button, and he paused: "Besides...this is not a real elimination, is it?"

"I hope these little guys can get through it."

Without speaking, Saitozhi looked at the surveillance screen in front of him with great interest.

Hum!

The broadcast sounded slightly, and then the familiar voice sounded from inside again: "One month later, the expeditionary army returns. The number of challenges for the secondary school group is limited, so everyone, make your choice!"

"Should you do your best to compete, or leave it all?"

Kurobe's voice was slightly teasing.

He was sure in his heart that as long as he threw out this bait, then this group of junior high school students would no longer have a reason to refuse.

Even if this reason sounds absurd and ridiculous, but the other party does not know the specific information, this is what he can use to induce him to want results through the information gap.

"Expedition?"

"Challenge the quota?"

Sure enough, after hearing Kurobe's next words, all four courts were strangely quiet.

Many of them have indeed guessed that there are probably far more teams in U17 than these 16 stadiums.

As they learned at the beginning, the term national team.

"Unsurprisingly, Minister Yukimura should be in that expeditionary army."

On the opposite side of the court, Nioh Masaharu showed a relaxed smile on his face.

"Now...Speaking of which, I really want to fight against those three guys. This time, the one who wins will go on with this faith."

"Nioh..."

Sanada looked at Nioh Masaharu who was talking to himself across the court, his mouth opened, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Pursuing the backs of the three people in the front is exactly what he has always implemented. This time he gave up, so he might not have the opportunity for the next high school time.

And Nioh...

Nioh Masaharu clearly saw the contradiction in his heart, and was the first to spot it.

The opposing team wanted him to let go of the burden of facing his teammates in his heart, and to give him a firm belief in this game.

"Huh... Nioh!" Sanada closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then looked at the opposite Nioh seriously, "This time, I will do my best!"

He is squatting and bowing with both hands.

"Sanada, go all out!"

Opposite, "Tezuka" looked serious and said with a serious face.

...

The other side.

"Forbearance, I think you should have achieved this kind of consciousness."

"That's natural."

Reluctantly pushed the glasses on his nose, his eyes flashed with fiery fire.

Feel the will to fight forbearance.

Atobe laughed loudly, "As expected, he is a figure recognized by the uncle early in the morning. I will send you away with a gorgeous performance."

"No, Trace Department." Shinzu smiled and took a step forward, "I am no longer the same me."

The two smiled at each other.

This scene in front of them is so similar to when they first assembled for training.

But at that time, Shinju did not even find his own tennis path. But now, Renzu has gone a long way in this regard.

"Then, let's have a good time."

The corners of the mouth of the trace part naturally aroused, and he lowered his head and took out the yellow tennis ball from his pocket.

The trust and connection between the two are completely different from when they first met.

Bang!

The strong wind roared, and the tennis ball had exploded from the racket of the trace.

...

at the same time.

The sound of hitting on several other courts was also intense.

"Although, I also know that Fuji-kun really hopes to see Director Tezuka again."

call!

Kikumaru said as he ran, his big eyes clearly showed the changes on the surface of the tennis ball and the trajectory of its movement.

The extraordinary dynamic vision allowed him to catch the missing serve of Fuji.

Bang!

The arm stretched greatly, and the arc that Kikumaru cut through the racket offset the rotation of the tennis ball.

The tennis ball flew toward the bottom corner of Bu Er.

"But this time I came to this base, and I also learned a lot of new things."

Kikumaru raised his eyes, and there was nothing in them full of firmness and seriousness, "I don't want to live up to Oishi's expectations, and besides... even myself, I don't want to leave any regrets!"

"Um."

Fuji opened his originally squinted eyes, and his face was also full of seriousness.

Bang!

The tennis ball was returned with a decisive volley.

"Kikumaru Bazooka!"

The next moment, accompanied by a loud roar from Kikumaru.

His body suddenly pulled out an afterimage on the court, a vigorous one-handed forward somersault, and gorgeously blasted the ball on the boundary line of the other half of the court.

"Kikumaru..."

Fuji took a deep look at Kikumaru who was squatting in front of the net. The speed of this terrifying outbreak just now shocked him.

Everyone is growing up with silent efforts.

"So I don't want to regret it anymore, Ajutsu!"

Bang!

Qianshi's feet moved forward, his arms stretched, and the tennis ball bounced in mid-air, hitting it vigorously.

Boom!

The tennis ball was precisely pressed on the bottom line, and after another cloud of smoke was raised, it bounced high towards the sky.

"Hey, don't talk to yourself in there!"

Ajutsu's pale yellow eyes rolled in his eye sockets, and his excellent dynamic vision allowed him to quickly capture the trajectory of the tennis ball.

tread!

With a strong step on the sole of his foot, his whole person flew up into the air diagonally.

Ajutsu's limbs made a weird movement, but they had a strange beauty. Under the flaps of his clothes, there were unusually clear muscle lines.

boom!

There was a blast.

The tennis ball pulled out a gray light and shot towards Qianshi's pure feet.

The various movements of free fighting flashed in his mind, and Sengoku took a retreat step very vigorously.

"Fortunately, you have to rely on your own strength to grasp it!"

Ho!

Sengoku raised his racket and waved his arms.

The tennis ball exploded with a golden light, and then it bounced off the court at high speed.

Huhu!

After taking a few heavy breaths, Sengoku's face showed a satisfied smile.

Lucky Qianshi is no longer the previous one, and new beliefs have been formed in his heart unknowingly.

...

"It seems that the effect is quite good." Zhai Tengzhi sat in front of the monitor, and the pen in his hand was constantly recording.

"The five dimensions of these people have all increased by a large margin."

On the side, Kurobe smiled triumphantly, "That's nature, this is the power called faith."

"I believe that next time the army comes back, it will be a surprise again."

"What about the loser group?"

"They will come back here again under the flames of vengeance."

Kurobe looked at the screen and murmured.

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