Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"stop!"

Just as the two were about to leave, Echizen Minamijiro suddenly jumped out from the side.

He untied the gray cloth towel he tied to his head, and a smug smile appeared on his face, "You guys are not bad, you are still my fan!"

He was akimbo, quite proud.

Shangshan Yu smiled and turned around and said, "Aren't you still talking about it, aren't you Echizen Minajiro?"

"Ahem..."

Nanjiro held his palm empty and coughed slightly on his mouth. Just when he wanted to explain, the faces of Yushang Yuu and Tezuka suddenly changed slightly.

"It's you?!"

As soon as he pointed at the shirt you, he immediately recalled the boy he saw in the newspaper and the Bingdi two months ago in his mind.

"Huh? Senior knows me?"

At this time, on the contrary, Shang Xian Yu was a little surprised.

With his excellent memory, it should be said with certainty that he has never had a face-to-face with Echizen Minojiro before.

"Swung Yuu, Tezuka Kunimitsu, right?" A smile appeared on Echizen Minajiro's face.

He walked out from under the shade of the tree beside him, the frivolity and laziness in his eyes disappeared, the aura on his body was slowly changing, and the whole person became sharp.

One is the person who bullied his son, and the other is the current minister of his son's tennis club. How could he not know each other!

And it is obvious that both of them have stepped into the realm of the world.

Even if compared to his back then, this age group is only strong or weak.

Jackie Yu and Tezuka looked at each other, and the two of them put away the emotional changes on their faces.

"It seems that the predecessors still pay much attention to the current tennis world."

Jackie Yu laughed softly.

He thinks about it carefully, it is not surprising to be able to meet Echizen Minajiro here, after all, today's ice emperor and Qingxue match, it is also a great test for Echizen Ryoma.

As for Tezuka.

His eyes floated, and he was carefully looking at the once world number one in front of him.

The temperament shown just now is too similar.

Tezuka quickly thought of a question, is the current Echizen Ryoma really following his own path?

"Ha ha."

Echizen Minamijiro smiled slightly, he wouldn't tell these two boys, if it weren't for Ryoma, he wouldn't bother to pay attention to these things.

He put his hands in his generous robes and suddenly leaned to the side of Shang Xian Yu, "Boy, do you want to fight with your idol?"

Echizen Minojiro's eyes were narrow.

"Ahem, of course I just want to test your level."

Without mentioning the reason Echizen Nanjiro found for himself, Tezuka and Shangshang fell silent as soon as he said.

The former looks at the latter, while the latter considers this matter seriously.

At this moment, the shirt Yuu really moved his heart.

Who is Echizen Minajiro? Needless to say.

After he retired, such an opportunity can be said to be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The most impressive thing in Yuu's memory is that the opponent used only an ordinary smash to penetrate Inoue's well-prepared racket.

The ground was not damaged, and Inoue's wrist was not injured in the slightest.

Only when Uesugi Yuu truly enters the field of tennis can understand how terrifying this return to nature is.

Obviously, even though the opponent's physical fitness has declined for more than ten years after retiring, the realm of tennis has gone to another level.

Just as the shirt was tangled, a flash of light flashed in his mind.

"Senior, I agreed, but the time is not now. Today's game is very important to me and Tezuka. I will definitely visit my door in person next day."

Kungshou Yu nodded towards Echizen Minojiro, and then, without waiting for the opponent to refuse, he smiled and dragged the hand mound and walked towards the court.

The smile on Echizen Minajiro's face froze in place.

"Cunning kid!"

He looked angrily at the two figures who were already walking away, and smiled and cursed.

...

On the edge of the court.

Inoue Mamoru and Shiba Saori watched the game off the court intently.

They raised their cameras from time to time to capture the players' hitting points.

"It's not so good, if Qingxue can't break the game all the time..."

Inoue watched the situation on the court and muttered to himself.

Although Oishi and Kikumaru can also hold their serve, as long as they don't break serve, Feng Chang Taro's heavy artillery serve is a sharp sword on their heads.

"Young people don't be so anxious, just keep watching."

Inoue Mamoru noticed that a somewhat familiar voice rang in his ears.

"Mr. Minajiro!"

He turned his head to look, his face was happy.

Shiba Saori looked wary, and the shining image of Echizen Minamijiro had almost disappeared in his heart, leaving only the image of an old man who rings the bell in the temple every day.

"What you meant just now was that Qingxue still had no tricks?"

Echizen Minamijiro didn't care about her behavior either. He kept looking down on the field, revealing an unpredictable smile, "The show begins!"

Bang!

The two followed his gaze and heard the trembling roar of the heavy artillery serving.

After four rounds, the red-and-yellow beam shot again from Feng Chang Taro's shot.

"It's getting clearer..."

Kikumaru's eyes are like cameras, and he tries to see the tennis ball that is flying fast, frame by frame.

Whoosh!

A fantastic avatar of Kikumaru appeared on the court again.

Snapped!

He moved swiftly, and the frame of the racket in his hand knocked to the edge of the heavy shot just now.

"Out of bounds, 15-0!"

The referee's voice fell.

However, Feng Chang Taro on the service line was not at all calm at all.

"how come……"

He served the most confidently, but Kikumaru opened a gap in his heart.

"Nagataro!" Shioto Ryo turned around and turned his head and said softly: "This is not the time to be in a daze, don't forget, you still have me."

"Yes!"

Feng Changtaro calmed down, and his eyes became clear again.

Even if Kikumaru was able to receive his serve, it would just barely come back. Moreover, the dashi opposite is still a flaw.

Bang!

It's another heavy shot.

The gust of tennis wind blows Dashi's clothes. Although he can do nothing, his face is filled with a confident smile.

"30-0!"

"Dashi, leave it to me next!"

"Um!"

Oishi and Kikumaru clapped their hands, and they became more and more confident in winning the game.

call!

Feng Chang Taro took a deep breath.

He propped up the palm of his hand and sent the tennis ball to the top of his head. His mouth unswervingly said: "One...send...into...soul!"

Bang!

The tennis ball flew out, but--

"Starting mistakes, hang up!"

"Eh?"

On the opposite side, Kikumaru's highly concentrated momentum vented.

Is this a mistake, or?

A smile appeared on the sidelines, when Feng Chang Taro also became cunning.

Immediately afterwards.

Bang!

The high-speed heavy artillery with great momentum, this is just too late!

"I see!"

Kikumaru smiled in his heart, and sprinted in one direction without violent feet.

If he hadn't been in the back mountain during that period, maybe the other party had succeeded in the gap just now.

"This time, I caught it, meow!"

Kikumaru slapped his backhand firmly on the bounced tennis ball. Huge vibrations and fluctuations were transmitted from his racket to his wrist.

But soon, Kikumaru raised his arms and pulled the tennis back back.

"Senior Kikumaru, he received it!"

Horio cheered, and the ghost knew how worried they were about this unbreakable serve from just now.

"In this way, you can counterattack." Qian gently pushed his glasses.

At the moment when his voice fell, Oishi and Kikumaru's figures crossed in parallel. Oishi still came to the midline of the frontcourt as an avant-garde, while Kikumaru was hiding behind Oishi.

Yingying breath emerged from the two of them, and finally connected together on the top of their heads.

Shiobe Ryo shot a super half-volley, and squinted his eyes, "The same tune... and that new formation?"

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