Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

Wait for the thick smoke to dissipate.

After Kintaro found that the ruins was not injured, he directly laughed and said: "As expected of the big brother ranked number one, I will continue to come!"

As he said, his small palm threw the ball high again. Immediately afterwards, there was a highly difficult movement in the air that the gymnasts could not match.

After the jump, Kintaro Toyama, who was tumbling at high speed in mid-air, yelled: "Look at me, super million tons of fantasy luxury volcanic eruption!"

Hearing this smelly, long and tasteless serve, the eyelids jumped, and his face was speechless, "Come back?"

Although he didn't understand, why the boy in front of him could explode so much power with his thin body.

But he has been embarrassed, but it is not what the uncle of his trace department wants to see.

As if a cannonball was shot out, the ground of the stadium trembled.

Many people on the sidelines were dumbfounded. They understood why Chitose Thousand Miles had said such things just now.

The restaurant on the second floor of the villa.

Hearing the noise, Michael leaned forward to the window and looked at the plume of smoke rising from the court behind, and there was a hint of feeling in his eyes.

Even if he is only playing tennis, the young master Mibu knows some talented teenagers with extraordinary potential.

This time, the other half of the stadium full of smoke did not disappoint Kintaro Toyama.

Just at the moment of landing.

Bang!

A straight golden light exploded under his feet, and the moment Kintaro's body was stiff, it directly ruined the possibility of him continuing to hit the ball.

"I just called back like this..."

Seeing the tennis ball rushing out and the airflow blowing in the smoke, Ninzuqian was also slightly surprised.

Even if he knows that the trace is very strong, but facing Xiaojin's weird power...

Before their Four Tianbao Temple, only two of them were able to block Xiaojin's ball head-on.

One is Power Master Silver, and the other is naturally Shiraishi.

Even Chitose, who seems to be unpredictable, dare not say that he can go head-to-head against Xiaojin's serve.

"Red-haired boy, is it nice?"

A pleasant voice from the trace department came, and his eyes flickered with cold light, "Next, my uncle will show you what is more gorgeous."

As he talked and laughed, the epitome of the wind and snow seemed to be compressed in a tennis ball, whizzing towards Kintaro.

"It's cold!"

Toyama Kintaro sighed in vain.

With his physical fitness, it is clear that ordinary weather has hardly made him feel this way.

"The first brother, you are really strong."

Kintaro was not afraid at all, and went straight up according to his instinctive perception.

His body and perception are telling him that if he is passively defending, then there is no chance for this ball at all!

Bang!

Bang!

...

"impressive."

Others are feeling the occasion.

Ajutsu quietly leaned to the side of Shangshang Yuu, "Is this his ability?"

He is also outstanding in this aspect, and he already knows exactly what the first grader of Sitianbao Temple is relying on to play tennis.

"How is it? It's not bad compared to you, right." Shang Shan You smiled teasingly.

Yajiujin didn't comment on hearing this.

When he was in the first grade, perhaps he was not as strong as the freak Kintaro.

A tie-breaker played for half an hour.

Xiao Jin lay down on the ground carelessly, looking at the blue sky and white clouds in the sky, with a happy expression on his face.

"Xiaojin, how is it, are you satisfied this time?"

"Yeah, Xiao Jin hasn't been so happy for a long time. It's great to play tennis!"

Kintaro rolled his eyes and looked at Shiraishi beside him with a smile: "And the first big brother is really strong."

Suddenly, Shiraishi's face showed a hint of narrowness, "Xiaojin, I never said that the one who was playing with you just now was the number one player."

"what!?"

Kintaro hit a carp and sat up on the court cross-legged.

"That's right, that guy was watching the show the whole time." Shiraishi's mouth turned towards the shirt Yu.

Xiaojin looked over.

Then I saw Shang Shan Yu showing him a friendly smile.

As for the trace on the other side.

After the game this time, his mood was extremely good.

The kind of unpretended joy that Toyama Kintaro showed on the court, even he was infected to a considerable extent.

"It seems that your energy seems to have nowhere to vent."

With a toothpick dangling from the corner of his mouth, Watanabe Xiu came together with Coach Sakura.

Everyone looked solemn.

The arrival of the two coaches announced that the content of this training camp has been roughly determined.

"Hope it's not fishing anymore."

There was a touch of nostalgia in Shinzu's eyes, and the corner of his mouth rose up unconsciously.

"Okay, everyone gather!"

Coach Sakura waved his hand sternly and greeted him unceremoniously.

Wait until the assembly is complete.

He scanned the mixed team members from start to finish, and said: "There are limited beds in the house. The loser who trains every day must live outside and help the winner wash his clothes and socks."

After speaking, Coach Sakura also took a special look at Osamu Watanabe, who was smiling secretly beside him.

One of the peculiarities of the latter game is the punishment that the opponent came up with alone.

Sure enough, when the members of the two schools heard this, many people's faces turned black. They looked at each other's side, and a sentence appeared in everyone's mind:

"I don't think I can lose!"

It’s scary to think about it, living in a tent outside and helping others to wash their clothes on such a hot day!

Seeing that the big stick worked well, Watanabe shoved his finger at the toothpick at the corner of his mouth, smiled and stood up and said, "Since everyone is prepared, let's start the first project."

Soon after he finished speaking, several ball machines had been pushed out by Hua Di and placed on the bottom line of the first half.

Suddenly, several different colors of chalk appeared on Watanabe's hand.

He came to the half court with the ball machine.

At the same time, small squares were drawn at the inner corner of the receiving line, the blind corner of the boundary line, and the two Kakuzu of the midfield line.

Six or seven colorful small squares were simply drawn by him.

After finishing this, he clapped his hands and said: "The first content is very simple, just hit back the tennis ball and hit the squares I drew. Everyone trains for five minutes."

It's that simple?

Everyone looked puzzled.

Most of them think they have no problems if they just control the ball.

Shu Watanabe, who turned his back, smiled.

It's really a group of innocent cuties.

He fiddled a few times, and soon four or five tennis balls with labels of different colors were shown to everyone by his two palms.

"Remember, the colors must correspond one by one." He and the coach on the side looked at each other, with a devilish smile on their faces, "Don't worry, our ball speed will also be adjusted according to different players."

"Faults are deducted one point at a time, the more negative points, then congratulations, you will be one step away from the loser group!"

After he finished speaking, no one dared to show contempt this time.

There are several ball machines on the opposite side, and maybe they will make a crazy burst at the end.

It is necessary to run back and forth at high speed in this interspersed gap, and also capture the color of the sticker on the tennis ball, and finally accurately enter the small box of the corresponding color.

The running rhythm, speed, dynamic strength, and ball control strength have been the order of each round of shots...

All these were put in front of everyone at once.

Not to mention, there is an ambiguous explanation: adjust the speed of the ball machine according to different players.

It also……

"It's really interesting, this sounds so interesting, then, Xiu, I can try it first!"

With enthusiasm, Xiao Jin came to the other side of the court first under the gaze of everyone.

He seemed to have recovered quickly from the previous match against the trace department.

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