Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

Bang!

"At the end of the game, Bingdi Academy Ajutsuren won, and the score was 6-0!"

"Tokyo Metropolitan Contest quarter-finals are over, Bingdi Academy has three wins and two losses, and advances to the semi-finals!"

The referee's loud voice fell.

At last, Akutsu entered the game like a storm. He was not as gentle and graceful as he could endure his feet. He directly ended the quarter-final battle with a wild and domineering attitude.

The wave set off by the Black Legion was easily stopped by his forbidding mountain.

The members of Ice Emperor's side were naturally happy, while those on Budongfeng's side were unable to conceal their feelings of loss.

"It's time for us to go up."

Tachibana patted Shinji Itake on the shoulder, and there was not much blame in his tone.

The latter shook his mind, even if the time of a game has passed, but he still hasn't escaped from his emotion of failure.

He has always boasted that he can calmly see the entire situation on the stadium, but he has a day of cocoon.

"Thanks for your advice!"

The two teams gathered in the center of the court and bowed to each other across the net.

In the end, Jujuping silently watched the gray torrent withdraw from the field in front of him, and a touch of loss was drawn in the depths of his eyes.

After all, he did not complete the agreement with Chitose Thousand Miles.

The opponent has already joined Shitenbao Temple in Kansai, and it must be easy to enter the national competition.

As for regret?

Ju Juping turned to look at the group of players behind him, and each of them had something proud in their eyes.

A smile appeared on Orange's face and clapped his hands. "Let's go, let's go back too!"

At least, their journey is far from over.

He thought, the Black Legion will inevitably sweep by again next year!

...

The next day.

The semi-finals of the Metropolis Contest has begun!

"Old opponent."

Shinzu smiled and passed the information in his hand to the trace department, which was collected by Coach Sakura at some point.

"It should be our turn to play this time, right." Xiang Riyue, who was on the side, approached with a smile, "I haven't played a game for a long time, I feel like I'm going to get rusty."

"Yamabuki still has the strength, and Coach Sakura will not give the opponent any opportunity to take advantage of it."

Trace Department just scanned the documents in his hand and smiled confidently: "Besides, during this period, there are always some noisy sounds in my ears."

"Hua Di, right?"

Trace Department snapped his fingers, and the noisy sound he referred to was referring to the match between them and Fudo Peak yesterday.

There are always some stupid people who think they know everything, grabbing the 3-2 score, and talking big things about the decline of the Ice Emperor.

In fact, none of them came to the scene yesterday to watch that game.

"Yes."

Huadi made a calm face, and responded with a buzzing sound.

Trace Department only felt his mood relaxed for a few points. He glanced at the team around him and raised his voice and said: "This game, we want to win simply and neatly!"

"clear!"

Everyone responded in unison.

To hit the mountain, except for the decent doubles combination, and Sengoku Qingchun who needs a little attention...

Unfortunately, whether it was doubles or Ice Emperor's strongest singles, Yamabuki basically couldn't find any opportunity to take advantage of.

Even if the old man's tactical decisions have always been very good, but in the face of absolute strength.

Opposite the court.

The smile on Sengoku's face was not the same as usual, it was a slightly bitter smile.

After seeing a wider world, he, the lucky Qianshi, realized how pervert the ice emperor group of guys on the opposite side were.

Dongfang Yamei came over and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him: "Qianshi, don't be too pessimistic. Although the Bingdi is strong, we only need to give full play to our strength."

"I understand, it's just a little bit unwilling, even if it's against the young students in the other half of the district, maybe we can still get a runner-up."

Qianshi felt that there was hope for them to play Qingxue, and it was true to the Emperor Bing...

Tezuka Kunimitsu's failure to return is naturally a huge weakening for Qingxue.

As they were talking, the referee was already in the high chair on the sidelines.

At the same time, the broadcast sound around the stadium also came over:

"Next, we are about to start doubles two..."

...

"here we go."

Qianshi's expression shrank, and the other emotions on his face were put away. From the moment the game really started, all he needed to do was to believe in his teammates.

Too many unnecessary emotions will only cause a morale blow to oneself.

The time he went to U17, he can indeed say that he has learned a lot of concepts that are completely different from before.

"Really, I didn't expect that one day I would play doubles with you, Huadi."

Talking to Riyueren, and naughty patted Huadi's arm.

Will not Huadi is still the same, and there is no intention to answer.

Upon seeing the sun, Xiangri curled his lips slightly.

After guessing the side, he turned down his divine dark red eyes and smiled at Huadi beside him: "Huadi, wait a while, but my backcourt will be handed over to you."

"Yes."

Huadi had some dull responses, but his pure eyes, which no one noticed, were full of radiance.

In fact, besides the trace department, he also remembered everyone else in Bingdi's heart.

Open the battle together on both sides.

The tennis ball is already moving up and down in Kita's hands.

As the only sophomore in Yamabuki's doubles combination, his strength is not bad, and he can often play a surprising effect in the backcourt.

Of course, what makes him most noticeable is that he has this ridiculously round Uzumaki cheek.

On the other hand, Shinto Miichiro, who was squatting in the front court, had two grass-like objects on his head. Because of this feature, some people joked that Kita is a transmitter and Xindu Mi is a receiver.

Bang!

Tennis is played.

Kita Kazuma's body pressed forward together, forming a parallel team with Shintomi that is not common in doubles.

"Double midfielder or double midfielder?"

A flash of light flashed in Xiang Ri's eyes. Although they said they would win the game simply and neatly, they had never underestimated Shanchu's doubles in their hearts.

Tatata!

He took the lead in receiving the serve, raised the racket in his hand and hit the yellow tennis ball to the midfield line of the two.

Faced with this formation, hitting the middle position is the best temptation.

And the two people on the opposite side also showed a meaningful smile...

Just when fierce calculations were taking place on the court, a beautiful blue and white color moved from a distance.

They carried tennis bags on their shoulders, and everyone's faces were filled with smiles.

"It seems that we came in time."

He glanced at the score card on the sidelines, and calmly pushed his glasses.

The arrival of Qingxue naturally attracted the attention of Bingdi.

Many members wearing off-white uniforms cast their gazes over.

"Doesn't Qingxue also have competitions?"

"Yes, on the other side is their game against Yinhua."

"Then what about them? Have they already won Yinhua?"

"Impossible. The Bingdi only started here. I remember that the two games in the semi-finals should be played at the same time."

A fierce discussion sounded.

None of them wanted to understand why Qingxue rushed here to watch the excitement so quickly.

"It's interesting, what do you think about it?"

The trace department frowned slightly, but he could see clearly that none of the Qingxue candidates had any sweat stains on their bodies, and it was obvious that they hadn't played the game.

"I think, the high probability is that Yinhua Middle School has surrendered again." Shinzu laughed softly as if thinking of something.

The trace department was speechless.

He also remembered that last year it seemed that Yinhua Middle School also stumbled all the way into the quarter-finals of the Metropolitan Conference, and then surrendered.

After a while, there was a sneer at the corner of Trace's mouth, "Don't worry about them, Yamabuki can't expose us to anything useful."

Nodded tolerantly.

Even if the shirt hasn't returned, there is no opponent that can make them stand up before they run into Li Haida.

Thank you for reading this story at mtlarchive.com. Your support enables us to keep the site running!