Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

Time flies in May, and just as the teams are actively preparing for the tournament, June has arrived unknowingly.

Echizen Ryoma only felt that he had had a very fulfilling two months in the youth school.

Maybe Horio and the others in these first grades can't stand the high-intensity training...

But most of the second and third grades are sweating their own sweat!

Because there are still goals ahead and opponents worth chasing ahead, even bit by bit improvement is a kind of spiritual encouragement for them.

Not long before the training this afternoon started, Coach Ryugasaki came to the side of the stadium on a rare occasion.

"Everyone, enter the free practice time for the next three days."

She looked around the stadium for a week, and the voice spread to every member.

"Long live!!"

Hearing this, many people shouted, and their faces showed a relieved expression.

They finally got a chance to breathe during this intense training day.

"idiot!"

Coach Ryugasaki suddenly raised his tone and reprimanded a little annoyedly: "The tournament has already started, and we will play this weekend!"

Suddenly, the stadium was quiet for a moment.

Because they were runners-up in the previous year, they had two byes at the beginning of the Youth Society. Except for Dashi and Fuji, who went to the draw before, many people may have forgotten that the competition has actually been played for a week.

...

"Is it finally coming?" Dashi looked solemnly.

This is the first time that Tezuka is absent, and he assumes the role of captain in an important game.

On the side, Kikumaru smiled and stretched out one of his hands, "Dashi, we have to do our best this time too!"

When Dashi saw this, he was slightly taken aback. Then he put his right hand up with a smile.

Hearing this news, Ryoma fell into a daze, but soon, his eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth turned into a big arc.

The good-looking appearance directly made Ryugasaki Sakura who was about to go over and bring him water to get twisted.

...

Compared to the first and second grades, which are still a bit daunting, the official players are much more calm.

After all, they once reached the top four in the country last year. That experience was undoubtedly a wave of valuable experience for the youth students who were mostly newcomers at that time.

"Okay, get ready, then free training!" Coach Ryugasaki's tone slowed down and clapped his hands.

Although there are still more than 100 schools participating in the competition this year, their goal is only one, and that is Bingdi Academy!

According to the reasons for the Champions League last year, they are still not in the same area as the Bingdi, so the two teams have a great chance of meeting in the finals.

There is something called ambition in the eyes of Coach Ryugasaki. Although Tezuka has not returned yet, the strongest player on the other side is missing.

This time, they may not have no chance.

At the same time, the other side.

The Ice Emperor Academy, also belonging to Tokyo, was in a state of enthusiasm at this time.

Compared with the youth school, there is a more rigorous and complete training mode here.

The news of the Tokyo Grand Tournament had already been released by coach Sakaki when he was practicing this morning.

Many people are full of energy, maybe some people will become slack after winning the championship, but when the ice emperor was already celebrating the feast, he set the goal of two consecutive championships.

For champions, no one will be too much.

Even when the Ministry of Records learned that the King of Germany has won the Youth World Cup for ten consecutive years, a strong ambition rose in the heart.

He hoped that even after they left this term, the Ice Emperor would still be able to -kun to the whole country!

Indoor training ground.

Bang bang bang...

On the opposite side of Fengchang Taro, several ball machines were operating at the same time.

When four or five tennis balls whizzed towards him, he needed to concentrate. While keeping his posture in balance, he would run left and right to hit the ball into a ball box.

Next to the stadium, there is Shinozu holding a timer in one hand.

"Slow, Chotaro."

After a round of play, he held his foot with a quick pressure, and then pointed at the footsteps of the former without hesitation: "You should do better in the coordination of hands and feet."

Although Feng Chang Taro is an out-and-out heavy gunner, for some reason, he is inherently paranoid about lines.

Especially when the tennis ball falls on both sides of the midfield line, the opponent will unconsciously make a correction.

"I thought you had corrected this error when you pointed your serve in your shirt, but I didn't expect your body to make deliberate corrections even when you hit back."

If he bears his feet, he pointed out his problem sharply.

If this tennis habit is not changed, Feng Chang Taro will only be eaten to death by players who play with statistics.

The sweat on Feng Chang Taro's face was dripping with sweat, but his eyes were filled with a firm expression. He bit and said: "Senior forbearance, go ahead!"

It was the intramural trials at the end of April this year. When he faced Hijiruo, he exposed his problem.

The opponent's physical coordination is much better than him.

Of course he also understands a truth. Since he knows that it is a shortcoming, he will continue to practice!

He has always believed that the flowers poured out with sweat and hard work will eventually bear sweet and delicious fruits.

Just like Shido-senpai!

The situation on Rijiruo's side is not much better.

At this time, the other party is sitting in front of an instrument, doing the stretching of the core muscles of the back. Every time, there was a creaking sound of friction.

Fifty, five groups.

This is the training standard for Ninju to steal his teacher from U17 at the time.

Although each training does not have as strict training time as u17, but even so, it is enough for Ri Jiruo to drink a pot.

The opponent's reaction power, explosive power and physical coordination are not bad, but his normal strength is an obvious shortcoming.

"forty one……"

If Hiyoshi gritted his teeth, he only felt his arms sore, his waist muscles trembled slightly, and his body sweat flowed from everywhere like money.

However, whenever he couldn't hold on, he would see the pervert guy next to him.

After only three hours, the opponent directly performed a complete set of training moves, and the total amount was at least five times that of his entire day!

Clang!

Ajutsu released the stretched load on his hand.

He got up and stood up, glanced at the blushing Zhijiruo, didn't say much, just picked up his towel and drink and walked over.

Against the backdrop of a black sleeveless sports blouse, his slender limbs have tough lines. They are streamlined muscles that look perfect at the first glance, with both staying power and explosive power.

Ajiuzin raised his head and drank half a bottle of drink happily. This morning, when he heard coach Sakaki talk about the Tokyo Metropolitan Competition. For some reason, the little devil that Qingxue appeared in his mind for the first time.

Three days later.

Bingdi’s tennis court.

Coach Sakura swept the eight players neatly lined up in front of him, and then he waved his hand: "Go!"

The shirt Yu is not there, and the track department is not starting. He, the coach, can only spare a little time to supervise the battle on the scene of the metropolis competition.

And it is said that...

This year, the Youth Academy has joined a very remarkable person.

On Qingxue's bus, Longma lowered his hat and looked at the scenery passing backwards from the window.

A glimmer of anticipation rose in his heart.

This kind of strong desire to play is a rare experience that I have never had before in the United States!

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