Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

In mid-June, cicadas cried gradually.

This slightly noisy sound is not annoying, on the contrary, it seems to cheer up the game, adding three points of different excitement.

On the coach bench, Coach Ryugasaki's face was fairly calm.

She looked at the two teenagers who were already gearing up in front of her, "Dashi, Kikumaru, this time give full play to your full strength!"

They are already old opponents, and a lot of information about the Ice Emperor is now collected and understood by many schools.

"clear!"

Oishi nodded calmly, and Kikumaru next to him smiled confidently: "Coach Ryuzaki, don't worry, leave it to us."

At the beginning, he didn't understand the training method of the old man at U17, but when he returned to Qingxue, he discovered that many of his previous problems had been overcome.

Including physical strength, speed, ball control accuracy...

But the two opposing people are definitely not easy to mess with either.

Kikumaru tilted his head to look, and the coach Sakura next door seemed to be explaining what tactics Shido Ryo and Feng Changtaro were.

Seeing the two nodding their heads from time to time, he felt a little sense of urgency.

"Huh, let's go Dashi."

Kikumaru patted his partner's arm, and the two of them took a breath and walked onto the court with firm eyes.

Qian Zhenzhi had done a data summary for them before, and the pair of doubles on the opposite side has not had a defeat so far.

the other side.

Seeing that the time is almost up, Coach Sakura also waved his hand gently: "That's it, go!"

"Yes!"

Shido Ryo and Feng Chang Taro, who were standing in front of him, nodded heavily.

...

"When the game starts, Bingdi Academy will serve, and the game will end!"

The referee raised his hand and motioned.

Shido Ryo and Feng Chang Taro glanced at each other, and a confident smile appeared in their eyes.

"Nagataro, please."

"no problem!"

Feng Chang Taro nodded, a serious look appeared on his face, holding a tennis ball in his hand, quietly walked towards the backcourt.

This time, he was able to play to the fullest in the tournament, and he was inseparable from his usual serious and steady character.

On the court, no matter what opponent he faces, he will not hesitate to serve.

咚咚, 咚咚...

The tennis ball hits the ground rhythmically in his hands. The discussion next to him became quieter, and everyone's eyes focused on him.

Feng Chang Taro is no longer as green and nervous as he used to be, and now he controls the rhythm quite well.

Huh!

Adjust your posture, bend your knees, and throw the ball!

Just as the tennis coincides with the half-hanging sun in the sky

"One...ball...into...soul!"

His lips moved slightly, and an inaudible whisper sounded in his own ears.

Bang!

The gray hair was floating, and the cross on his chest also swayed up and down in an instant with the force of his body.

Bang dong!

Like dull drums, it hit people's hearts directly.

A red-yellow wave of light pierced through Dashi's ears. When he reacted, he could only hear the clanging sound of iron nets coming from behind him.

"15-0!"

Hearing the referee's voice, a few drops of cold sweat appeared on Dashi's temples, his pupils vibrated slightly, and the shock in his heart could hardly be concealed.

"What's that?" Horio opened his mouth.

"It feels like a cannonball..."

Mizuno also looked scared.

Before, these first-year students seldom saw Bingdi take a serious shot, this time they really frightened them all.

Senior Oishi can't even touch the side of tennis, so how can you play this game?

"That's the unique serve trick of the Ice Emperor Feng Changtaro. He can serve with heavy artillery."

Gan gently held his glasses and introduced to the three first-year students beside him.

In fact, this time his heart was also quite shocked, because Feng Chang Taro's ball speed has become faster. And under that kind of explosion, the other party's breath is still so stable.

His eyes were shining brightly, and his heart was re-updated with the various data that Feng Chang Taro had recorded before.

Regarding the ice emperor's data, he could only get the more detailed part every time he played against the opponent.

And often at this time, the Ice Emperor had already won them with a strong strength.

"You really can't be careless, can you, Dashi?"

When Kikumaru was exchanging hair extensions, he slammed into Dashi's shoulder and showed a very contagious smile.

Dashi was startled, and the expression on his face quickly recovered. He took a deep breath and said, "Come on!"

Nowadays, the tacit understanding between them is sometimes enough as long as one look is enough.

Kikumaru rubbed the soles of his feet on the ground. He squatted down in the backcourt, with a pair of big cat eyes, piercingly looking at Feng Chang Taro on the opposite side.

Upon seeing this, Feng Chang Taro smiled slightly and didn't care.

Kikumaru's dynamic strength and reaction nerves are very powerful, but he is equally confident in his serve!

"One...send...into...soul!"

This small whispering voice slowly grew louder, and even Ryo Shiido, who was acting as the front guard, heard the firm will contained in it.

Bang!

The red and yellow fluctuations brought out a whistle, and he flew towards the halftime of Kikumaru.

"So fast!"

Kikumaru only felt a faint light and shadow in his sight. With a bad heart, he acted subconsciously.

tread!

With his left foot stomping backward, he seemed to have transformed into a clone, and the second Kikumaru ran towards his backhand at high speed.

"That's the trick!"

Kamio of Fudo Peak couldn't help exclaiming when he saw this magical scene in front of him.

To this day, he couldn't figure out how Kikumaru did it.

On the other side of the stand, Nioh Masaharu gently groped his chin. The phantom of Kikumaru with a trace of spiritual power gave him quite a good inspiration.

This scene only happened in this short moment. When most of the audience noticed that he fell from the iron net to the tennis ball, Kikumaru remained motionless, just like Dashi.

"Feng's serve is not something you can receive." Shido Ryo sneered coldly in the front court.

Although he is very wary of the strength of the golden combination, he is also not stingy with such words that can attack the momentum.

As I mentioned when I took him to the field, sometimes some trash talk on the field often has a very good effect.

Bang!

Bang!

"Game, Ice Emperor, 1-0!"

"Swap the stadium!"

Then, Feng Chang Taro took two more goals, and with a very stable posture, he won the first game that belonged to the ice emperor.

A corner of the stadium, next to the landscape used for greenery decoration.

Echizen Nanjiro sneaked out a head, and after watching the first game, a serious look appeared in his somewhat frivolous eyes.

"Are all the little ghosts so powerful now?"

He murmured a little.

And compared to Feng Chang Taro's serve, it was Kikumaru's clone that made him feel more interesting.

Just as he was thinking, a colorful skirt suddenly stood in front of him.

Minami Jiro's mouth crooked, and his face turned into that wretched and pompous expression in an instant.

What he didn't notice, however, was that there was a security guard holding a protective stick with an angry face standing behind him.

The latter's face flushed with anger, and the blue veins on his forehead jumped. He noticed this sneaky old man from the beginning, but he didn't expect to be a suspicious person.

soon.

There was an unexpected chase on the side of the court.

At the same time, the other side.

Yushang Yuu and Tezuka have just walked to the three-way intersection of the playing field. I saw a security guard running towards the two of them out of breath.

The other party gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, and asked with a little breath: "Hello, have you seen a suspicious man like this...?"

Security roughly gestured with his hands.

Yu Yu glanced at the green belt next to them, ignoring the crazy winks of the people inside.

He resisted the smile in his heart, and pointed his finger towards the other side: "I should go there, but I think he runs too fast. Uncle, you should take a break first."

"Thank you very much."

After Anbao thanked him, he gritted his teeth and chased in that direction. That appearance, vowed to have the courage to not give up until the goal is reached.

Waiting for someone to leave.

Jackie Yu looked at the squirming black shadow hidden behind the green belt.

"Okay, come out, Mr. Echizen Minajiro."

"Echizen...Minami Jiro?!"

Since just now, there has been a pupil earthquake in Tezuka, who has been silent.

"I'm not Echizen, Minamijiro~"

Minami Jiro, who was lying in the grass, was startled, and subconsciously replied with a weird accent.

"Tsk tsk, I didn't think my idol turned out to be such a person." Shang Shan Yu shook his head pretentiously and sighed: "Tezuka, I seem to have admitted the wrong person, then let's go over."

Tezuka nodded. Although he was a little puzzled, he didn't ask any more.

The weird man who appeared just now is indeed not the image of Echizen Minojiro that he had envisioned in his mind.

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