Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

Neon U17 training base.

Early in the morning, Ajutsu and Fuji walked out of the dormitory together.

Unknowingly they have been here for a month. Even the sound of the broadcast, which originally sounded very harsh, became familiar.

When they arrived at the playground, Tsube and Sanada had already appeared.

"Sanada, Atobe, early!"

"morning!"

Several people nodded their heads and greeted them. After this time of getting along, they all seemed to have forgotten their original position.

The original competitive relationship between schools seems somewhat ridiculous in this kind of place.

After finishing the morning basic training, Fuji stood under the bulletin board a little dazedly.

These neatly moved several bulletin boards will regularly announce the list of matches of the shuffle station every day.

"It seems that there is no qualifying match for you today."

Sanada frowned and walked to Fuji's side and said.

Fuer's original serious expression loosened, then smiled slightly, and said helplessly: "Yes, I don't know why there is no arrangement for these two days."

"Time... should be running out."

Sanada was silent for a while, and finally said slowly.

He clearly remembered what the black club coach said half a month later.

Fuji squinted his eyes and looked towards the blue sky. Several floating clouds were slowly moving with the breeze.

"I will not give up."

For a long while.

Buer left such a sentence in place, then turned and walked towards the No. 2 court.

"I said Sanada, I didn't expect you to have time to take care of others!"

Under the shade of the tree, Trace Department put his hands on his chest and walked out of the shadow slowly.

Sanada stared silently at the foot, and then pulled the brim of his hat, "Aren't you?"

Leaving such a sentence, he walked towards the No. 1 court without looking back.

"Heh..." He stared at Sanada who was gradually walking away, and his eyes flickered slightly: "It's really embarrassing, Fujisuke Fuji."

Picking up the racket in his hand, he also walked towards the No. 1 court. Today, he and Ajiuzin had an appointment for a practice match.

As for Fujisuke...

It seems that his luck is a bit bad. In the past few times when the No. 2 field was played against the No. 1 field, he encountered the goalkeeper of the No. 1 field. Kazuya Tokugawa used to be their coach.

As Tokugawa who is also good at moves and skills, Fuji has already suffered several losses in the opponent's hands.

This is also the reason why he has been unable to make the No. 1 pitch.

However, according to the introduction given to them by Irie, only the reserve members of the No. 1 field can challenge the expeditionary army.

As the vague time drew closer, the pressure on Fuji's heart became heavier and heavier.

No one knows if tomorrow will be the last day?

Fu Er didn't want to gamble either, he didn't want to put his own consciousness and determination in front of this unknown luck.

Compared with the previous days, his training volume in the past few days has quietly improved a few grades.

Bang!

Bang!

The arm was almost mechanically cutting the tennis ball sent over.

Fuji is feeling the breeze that surrounds him.

Where is the entry point of that trick?

He has always been called a genius, this time he can't seem to find the aura in his mind again.

Just like his defensive counterattack developed a six-fold counterattack, his offensive tennis naturally also has a series of expected moves.

"This kind of wind...it's not right!"

Fu Er frowned and cut out the tennis ball in his hand at an angle. In an instant, several sharp scratches appeared on the opposite court.

Speed, power... even gorgeousness.

The ball just now was far less than the first style of his Wind Song Sonata, Sakura.

Two hours later.

Fuji was almost drenched on the court, and he stared at the roof of the indoor tennis court blankly.

Looking at the criss-crossing iron frame steel bars, I imagined messy geometric figures in my mind to relieve my fatigue.

The wind on his body has somewhat stagnated.

...

At the same time, the other side.

"Ho, look at the move!"

Ajutsu let out a loud roar, and the racket in his hand swung a few afterimages, blasting the ball towards the bottom left corner of the mark.

A substantive bloody breath emerged, and the tennis ball came to the ground with a terrifying power.

"Really an excellent body, Ajiujin!" Tracebu's eyes were filled with bright fluorescence, and almost every muscle and joint of Ajiujin's body could be seen transparently.

"Your blind spot can't escape my uncle's eyes."

Tracebe laughed loudly, his body was like an arrow from the string, and he was immediately stopped in front of the tennis ball. As soon as his arm was raised, a terrifying cold wind instantly covered the court.

The speed of the tennis slowly dropped, and the blood blade seemed to be frozen by the frost.

"Freeze!"

Trace Department drank lightly, his waist exerted force, and his arm shook forward violently.

A world made of ice and snow seems to have Ajiujin firmly locked in it.

call!

"What are you kidding?"

Ajiuzin exhaled a foul breath, followed by a fierce screen of his breathing, and the pale yellow pupils in his eyes shrank like a golden needle.

The tumbling bloody waves burst out from his body in an instant.

The world of ice and snow was stained with blood.

boom!

With a blast, the entire stadium seemed to be smashed and tremble.

The No. 2 and No. 3 courts next to them both looked over with surprise.

In the past few days, they can hear the powerful roar on the No. 1 court from time to time.

Even if it's just a practice match, the strength of these two junior high school students has already made them hard to beat.

"You guy, you have already completed that trick?"

Trace was panting slightly, and since Ajutsu came here, it seemed that another transformation had taken place, and the whole person became more and more terrifying.

"Let's stop here today..." Ajujin shook his aching arms, the voice in his throat was hoarse, "I am nothing in front of him."

"So you this time..."

Tracebe stood up straight, with a hint of thought in his eyes.

"No..." Ajujin put the racket under his elbow, "I will give you this opportunity. My agreement with him has not come yet."

"You guy?"

Tracebe stared at Akujin very uncomfortably for a while, and after a while, his tone was slightly relaxed, "This is what makes my uncle unhappy, let's not take it as an example."

"whispering sound!"

In response, Yajujin turned his head and left.

Inside the small black house on the main base.

Saitozhi looked at the screen on the monitor with interest, "They seem to be a little impatient these days."

"normal."

Kurobe Yuki put his hands in Kabuto, standing behind him with a calm face, "The ambiguity of time must have given them great psychological pressure."

"Is the First Army sure to return today?"

"Yes, except Tanjima-kun, he may be one day late."

"Then announce it this afternoon."

Saito Zhi had a slight smile on his face.

It has to be said that the new hunting mode that Kurobe came up with last time really stimulated the training enthusiasm of the first few courses of U17 to a great extent.

"Irijiang deceived that little guy miserably."

"You mean no two-Kun?"

"Um."

The corner of Kurobe's mouth slightly ticked upwards, "Now I also want to see what the other side's expression will be after knowing that the first 3 courts are qualified."

"You guys are really..."

Saito Zhi smiled and shook his head helplessly.

That afternoon.

The three top-ranked stadiums sounded a burst of broadcast at the same time.

"The first army shuffle battle begins. This afternoon, the reserve members of the former No. 3 court are all eligible to challenge the members of the expeditionary army."

"The first army shuffle battle begins..."

...

Three times in a row, Kurobe's somewhat annoying voice echoed in the ears of everyone in the first three courts.

On the second court, Fuji was taken aback for a moment, and then a glimmer of fortune flashed in the depths of his ice-blue eyes.

"Have you finally come back?"

On the first court, Onobe and Sanada glanced at each other, and both saw the eager anticipation in each other's eyes.

They have all been waiting here for a long time!

Expeditionary army.

This is almost representative of the highest level of domestic youth tennis in Neon.

At the same time, on a bus on the winding road.

Jackie Yu hung up the phone in his ear rather calmly. Saito Zhi's plan and rules have been notified to him.

Very attentive-Kundao Yudou noticed this scene, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously ticked upwards, "Is a new round of hunting coming again?"

His eyes were bright, and he was already planning how to regain his previous ranking.

How good is it to treat the wind? Is Da Qu Long Ci better?

Neither Shang Shan Yu nor he knew that this time they would face a whole new challenge.

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