Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

At noon, the sun is shining.

On U17's No. 7 and No. 8 courts, there were a few unusually tired figures lying down.

"ended……"

With his left hand blocked on his forehead, the venomous sunlight penetrated the gap between his fingers and shot into his glasses.

Obviously he is ready.

But why?

Thinking of this, Renzuo realized that his heart was still full of unwillingness.

Victory, strength and weakness...

When these things actually arrive on the court, how can anyone not care?

"Forbearance, your share, my uncle will ask you to come back."

Forbearing his emotions, he stopped looking at Renzu, and the trace department turned around indifferently, leaving only such a sentence on the court.

"Tick, tick..."

Dense sweat ran across his cheeks and gathered to the clean chin. Following his footsteps, drips fell on the court.

In the last few rounds, they still couldn't avoid it, and they felt the strong emotion in the opponent's heart.

"This...is the cruelty of U17."

Sanada cast his eyes down, his big hands almost creaked the racket in his palms, and the joints between his fingers turned white.

He could barely look directly.

The handful of silver-gray pigtails still behind Niwang's head faded away from his sight.

The other two stadiums, Kikumaru and Sengoku, are also bidding farewell to Fuji and Akutsu respectively.

"Fuji, you have to work hard next! We will all be waiting for you and Director Tezuka at Qingxue to come back."

Kikumaru barely cheered up, and worked hard to leave Fuji with a big smile.

Fuji hung his head and said nothing, the hair on his forehead cast a shadow on his face, making it hard to see what he was thinking.

But the racket hanging from his palm was shaking slightly. His mood is not so calm on the surface.

a long time.

"Um."

Buer simply responded.

The court next door.

Ajiuzin looked at the big face with a hearty smile in front of him, and for some reason a sense of boredom suddenly rose in his heart.

"Ajujin, I'll look at you next!"

Qianshi Qingchun seemed to look very open, and after playing this game, there was not much regret on his face.

He stared at Yajujin's eyes sincerely, and said in a sincere tone: "Complete the goal that we didn't accomplish before, and get to the No. 1 stadium."

However, the more so.

Yajujin barked his teeth, ignored this guy, clamped the racket under his arm, put his hands in the pants Kabuto, and turned away indifferently.

"Hey, what an idiot!"

After a long time, an indescribable low cursing sounded faintly.

In the afternoon, the 8 new junior high school students who joined in were directly eliminated by half.

The high school students were slightly surprised, but they didn't have time to worry about others. Here, they have no idea how many times they have seen such a situation.

People come and go.

There are no more than 300 trainees in U17 at a time.

Time goes by.

In the next more than a week, the remaining four people seemed to have received some violent stimulation, and the desperate training posture shocked many senior high school students.

until……

"Next, announcing today's reshuffle list." On the high stage, Ryuuji Takuchi said calmly and loudly: "Kinggo No. 6 Atobe, against Wei Taro at the right end of No. 5 Court, and No. 6 Shinichiro Sanada, against him. Hanoi and Wai Road in No. 5 Stadium..."

As he read out his names one by one, the members of the No. 5 and No. 6 courts have quietly become the focus of everyone's attention.

Especially this time, the four major junior high school students actually shuffled at the same time, and their opponents were all the best on the 5th court.

Is it finally here?

Fujixu's narrowed eyes opened, and his gaze also looked in Yamato Yuda's direction.

He never thought that one day he would still hear that very familiar name here.

Yamato Yuda.

That was the former minister of their youth school.

The other party was waving and smiling at him.

...

at the same time.

In New Delhi, India, thousands of kilometers away from Neon.

The Xilibao Tennis Court is undergoing a fierce youth World Cup points match.

The two sides in the battle are the neon team and the local Indian team.

At this time, on the court.

A figure with gray and broken hair was racing at high speed.

"Rhythm, all in my hands!"

Huh!

Kaji Fengdo's body moved horizontally at high speed, and the racket in the palm of his right hand swayed.

Then, there is a bang!

The tennis ball just bounced for a moment, before he volleyed it back at high speed.

A golden streamer instantly cut through the defensive gap of the Indian doubles No. 1 duo.

"Game, Jiaji wind is much, Daqu Longji, 6-3!"

"The end of the first set!"

On the high chair, the referee from India spoke in English very tastefully.

"As expected, Senior Kaji, he won the first set of the game so easily."

In the neon battle, the corners of Sanjinya Yajiu's bickering rose slightly.

There are many winds in Jiazhi, this former Minister Li Hai has the fastest speed in the entire U17.

Before using that kind of power, even if it is equal to Yue Fengfeng and Oni Jujirou, they dare not say that they are much stronger than Jiajifeng in this respect.

"Good job!"

Tanjima folded his arms and nodded to the rest of the game.

"but……"

However, the next second, his voice changed, and his eyes fell on the somewhat lazy Daqu Longci, "You should also contribute to the next Daqu."

"After all... Then they should use that method again."

Tanjima said meaningfully.

Da Qu Long Ci sighed helplessly when he heard the words, "Oh, originally I thought I could be more relaxed."

"Don't relax, don't forget how Date and his companions lost in the last hand."

Tanojima frowned slightly.

"Okay, okay~" Da Qu Longci raised his hand and surrendered: "I see!"

As for the man named Date and Ban Liya, they lowered their heads in embarrassment.

In the last singles match, the combination of him and Ban Liya won the first set first, but was pulled by the opponent in two consecutive sets.

So far, he still feels a little swelling in his brain.

"It's all those weird mental tricks."

The Date man frowned and looked across.

The Indian team was almost the same as in the first round. There was not much anxiety on the face, but there was still a sense of confidence.

"Top shirt, I didn't expect the Indian team to be so much better than the South Korean team."

At the corner of the queue, Yukimura also frowned. The performance of the Indian team was much better than that of the South Korean team in any aspect.

Shangshangyu did not rush to answer, but turned to look at Tezuka who was thinking, and asked, "Tezuka, what do you think?"

"The most powerful of them is probably that kind of very strange mental power moves."

Tezuka glanced at Yukimura first, then shook his head and said, "I can't see the mystery."

"Religion and belief."

The corner of Tsung Yuu's mouth twitched slightly, her eyes flickering and said.

"Religion...and faith?"

Hearing this, not only Yukimura, but even Tezuka looked over with a puzzled look.

"That's right." Shang Shanyou nodded with a smile, then turned his gaze back to the court, "In addition to the famous caste system in India, religion is also a symbolic feature of their country."

"Hinduism, Buddhism, Confucianism...

Various religions have become a feature of the local area. They are Indian players from all over the country, and they have also learned a certain special power from their beliefs. "

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