Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"above."

Tezuka scanned the stadium majesticly for a week, "Execute immediately if there is no problem!"

His gaze was placed on Arai and Zuojima, and the foreheads of these two people were suddenly filled with fine cold sweat.

"Yes!"

The two of them didn't dare to be careless, and they all agreed.

Ryoma was also a little dazed, looking at the slender and majestic figure in front of him, the aura that exudes made him seem to see the man before.

He pulled the brim of his hat slightly and said, "Yes."

Compared with Arai's two sophomores who troubled him to run 70 laps, his 20 laps were just sprinkling water.

Although he looked a little uncomfortable on his face, he recognized Tezuka's handling of this step in his heart, and it seemed that the affairs of yesterday were completely taken care of by the Minister Tezuka.

As he walked by Taocheng Wu, Echizen hummed softly, and Taocheng suddenly felt an upsurge of anger.

But then he gritted his teeth again and chuckled out of laughter. This new addition is quite interesting.

"Dashi, the ball you threw just now was deliberate, right?"

Fuji smiled and looked at the opposite Oishi Hideichiro. Several of them had discussed the strength of Echizen Ryoma on the way there, and now it seems that the basic skills are quite solid.

Dashi turned his head awkwardly, "I slipped my hand just now and made a mistake."

Before Tezuka's arrival, the few official players they had just arrived were practicing warm-up training to hit the ball into the frame.

Thinking of what happened in the morning, he couldn't help deliberately throwing a ball in the direction of Echizen Ryoma, and the result made them all very satisfied.

As the deputy minister who has been worrying about the team, he naturally hopes that their youth tennis club can be further strengthened.

After all, the two mountains, Bingdi and Lihaida, have been crushing the entire middle school world.

"Kato, Mizuno, have you seen it? This is the real Minister Tezuka. He is really handsome!"

Horio's eyes beamed, and his expression shook the arms of the two people beside him with excitement, "Director Tezuka is as I expected, wise and powerful!"

Kato really couldn't see it, and he couldn't help but vomit: "But didn't you say that Senior Oishi is Minister Tezuka before?"

"Ahaha...that...that was an accident. How could Minister Tezuka wear such a hairstyle?"

As he said, Horio made a round gesture on the top of his head with his hand.

However, soon, he found that the two of them in front of him were sluggish, and he stretched out an index finger to point behind him.

"what?"

Horio turned around with a puzzled look.

"Da...Dashi...Senior!!"

"A freshman in the first year, it's not good to speak ill of others behind your back." Dashi exuded a black air behind his head, and said with a smile: "In addition, I don't think I have any problems with this hairstyle!"

"Don't you think?"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Horio hurriedly bent over and nodded, "Senior Oishi, I'm sorry!"

"I remember your name is Horio, you guys have this free time, so why don't you practice your swing more!"

"Yes!"

This time the three bowed in response.

"This time it's over..." When Oishi turned and returned to the court, Horio immediately collapsed, with a cry of crying, "I was targeted by Senior Oishi!"

"Hori, I also think it's not good to say bad things behind others like this, let's practice quickly."

Mizuno said sincerely, but instead gave Horio a heavy crit.

Seeing that the training of the entire stadium is on track, Tezuka nodded with satisfaction. In addition to training the newly selected players, the reduced training method he discussed with Gan also put more pressure on other members.

Standing outside the field with his arms folded, his thoughts have been placed on the next expedition.

According to the notice there, this time they have to face their opponents is not like the last time.

Europe!

That is the tennis center of this world, and it is also the holy place of tennis that he most yearned for.

"Tezuka, have you confirmed over there?"

Fuji's voice interrupted Tezuka's thoughts.

"Well, I have communicated with Shangshan and Yukimura. We will go there together next week."

"Sorry, I still can't accompany you this time." Buer looked at the enthusiastic crowd on the court, but his tone was a bit lonely.

Tezuka shook his head and said nothing. Even if he went to Europe this time, he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to retreat completely.

There was a moment of silence.

He glanced at the figure that flashed by the iron net next to him, and turned his head to look at Fuer, "He... I beg you."

Fuji squinted and hesitated for a while before he nodded solemnly.

"Tezuka, did you see anything in him?"

Still didn't hold back, Fu Er asked this somewhat puzzled question in his mind.

Even if the opponent is the heir of the legendary samurai, he believes that with Tezuka's vision and ability, he might not be so concerned.

"You will understand later, there is a natural brilliance in his body."

Tezuka's eyes flickered, and in the end he only gave a specious reason.

Only when he officially met with Echizen Ryoma today, he saw many things similar to himself in the other's eyes.

Not two silently.

For a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Before you come back, I will try to maintain the situation."

"Well, please, no one."

An agreement that no one knows is simply made here.

"It's really amazing!"

On the side, Inoue guarded after taking a few sets of photos of Echizen Ryoma, and once again pointed the camera at Tezuka on the side of the court.

In just a few months, the aura and courage on the opponent's body have once again become different.

He knew that the son of the idol he was thinking of was nearby, but his attention would still be attracted by Tezuka from time to time.

This strange characteristic, as a professional tennis journalist, he knows very well that there is only one kind of person who would let them do this.

Pros!

Just like the Ralph Reinhardt he met before, the captain of the U17 U.S. team, already possesses certain qualities that a professional tennis player has.

One week later.

A bus went to Bingdi, Lihai Yamato Qingxue.

It was the same path and the same people, but when the three met again this time, they were all smiling and looking forward to it.

As a challenger, they will travel to Europe this time for five points matches.

Just thinking of the endless geniuses of the same age is enough to make their blood boil.

On the same day, Fujisuke also put his name and Echizen Ryoma's name together on the ranking list that Tezuka gave him.

"His tennis style is still immature."

Thinking of what Tezuka had said to him before he left, Fujin narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Then let me make him immature and mature as soon as possible..."

When Coach Ryugasaki got the match schedule that Fujitsu handed over to him, although a hint of surprise flashed on her face, after a deep glance, she still smiled and closed it.

"Longma, keep growing!"

Ryugasaki Sumire murmured in his heart full of hope.

Even the original Echizen Minamijiro did not come here smoothly.

A true samurai must be more frustrated and braver, constantly surpassing his limits in battles!

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