Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

ended.

Juju Ping crouched, panting heavily in her mouth, letting the sweat from Doudou slip from her sideburns to her chin.

This game should be his best and most enjoyable game since he played tennis.

Going all out to squeeze out every cell in his body, this hearty feeling directly brought his brain into a state of no desire and no thoughts.

"congratulations."

When he was in a daze, a pair of white sneakers appeared under his vision.

Ju Ju Ping looked up and found that the shirt was standing in front of him gently, smiling and stretching out his palm.

He was taken aback for a moment, and held his palm.

Then there was a refreshing smile on his face, "It should be congratulations."

There are opponents on the court, but off the court, they are friends who have been in training before, and they are fairly close friends.

Not to mention, at the time Jung Sung Yu was still one of the coaches responsible for teaching them.

With a total time of 1 hour and 40 minutes, the semifinals between Bingdi and Fudongfeng came to an end fiercely and quickly.

at the same time.

In front of the net of another court.

The bubble on Marui Fumata's mouth burst with a pop.

He straddled his legs back and forth, twisted his wrists to lower the head of the racket, and the tennis played by Qian Zhenzhi was dexterously done by him.

"It's not good, that's the trick." The white light on the dry lens flashed, and my heart cried out badly.

Click!

I saw that little mustard yellow tennis ball hit the middle net directly.

Hang the net?

The next moment, the tennis ball rubbed against the net and rolled up in Marui Fumumi's confident smile.

The tennis ball has come to the top white edge of the net, like a tightrope walker, rolling straight on it.

"Secret Skill·Walking a Tightrope."

His voice passed towards Haitang and Gan on the opposite side.

When the tennis ball was about to land, Haitang had a gloomy face, his calf muscles contracted and tightened, and he stepped on the ground behind him.

tread!

"Don't want to be so successful!"

Haitangxun's body rushed up, his throat let out a low growl, and his eyes became a little red because of unwillingness.

Seeing tennis is about to hit the ground twice.

At the last distance, he swooped out without hesitation.

"Haitang..." Qingxue everyone felt an unspeakable shock.

Snapped!

The racket pads the tennis ball, and the slowly flying tennis ball attracts everyone's attention.

Because of this ball, the outcome of this game is determined.

"Passed, passed!"

Sakura and Tomoka embraced excitedly after seeing the scene they wanted to see.

"Sorry, this is nowhere!"

A smile appeared on Marui's face with open hands. At this moment, he was like a fortress. All the balls that appeared in front of the net were intercepted by him.

boom!

A gleam of golden light bounced off from a short distance from Haitang's body lying on the ground.

"The doubles one match ended. Marui Fumata, the middle school affiliated with Lihai University, and Jackal Mulberry won the match, the score was 6-4!"

The score on both sides returned to the original point.

"Finally won, Marui, thanks to you this time."

Jackal Sangyuan came up from the backcourt and patted his partner on the shoulder. Although he was relieved, his look towards the Qingxue duo was still very solemn.

The strength of the Qingxue group of people has really improved quite quickly.

"Well, fortunately not insulting my life."

Marui wiped the sweat from his forehead. In order to disrupt the progress of Kan Sadaji's collection of data, he changed his tricks in the middle two games and used new tricks that were very physically exhausting.

"Let's go."

"Um."

The two walked towards Yukimura on the sidelines.

Their task has been completed, and the next game will be handed over to the singles.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Yukimura nodded towards the two of them, "Leave it to me next."

As he said, he looked at the Qingxue position next door, directly past Ryugasaki Sumire who was also on the coaching bench, and looked at the handsome figure behind her.

ten minutes later.

"Next, the singles No. 3 match is about to begin, with Komura Seiichi of Tachikai University High School vs. Tezuka Kunomitsu of Youth Academy!"

"The players from both sides are invited to play."

As soon as the surrounding radio sounded out, the faces of the audience who were watching the game were different.

There are surprises, doubts, but also expectations and surprises.

Looking at the two people already seated on the coach's bench, the arrogant posture that has been leaning on the stool has also changed.

He sat upright, with a pair of sharp eyes, carefully looking at the various changes that might occur on the court.

"interesting."

"Yeah, I didn't expect them to meet in this position."

Pushing his glasses forbearance, a smile appeared on his face as well.

This kind of formation, which had its own calculations, eventually evolved into a collision between the hard powers of the two sides.

In the duel between ministers, who can have the last laugh?

"Liu, is that you?"

In Qingxue's team, Qian Zhenzhi's heart suddenly felt a little uneasy.

He raised his eyes and looked at the squinted, silent figure opposite.

If it feels like.

Liu Lian Er turned her head and looked over, then smiled at him and nodded.

Speaking of, the duel between the two of them has already begun before this game has started.

...

Tezuka and Yukimura came to the net.

The two nodded to each other.

Needless to say, the two of them are basically quite familiar.

Although it is the second time that this is the official duel on the field, it was all before they set foot in the world.

"Pros or cons?"

The eyes under Tezuka's brown hair flickered.

"Just right."

Yukimura smiled back.

After guessing the side, the referee raised his right hand and swiped towards Yukimura:

"At the beginning of the game, Tachikai Taikomura Seiichi served, and the game ended."

Just when everyone looked forward to it.

A familiar chuckle sounded from the direction of the ice emperor team on the sidelines: "It seems that I'm in a good time."

Several people looked back.

A touch of surprise appeared on his face.

"Tops..."

"Senior shirt..."

They shouted one after another, the arrival of the shirt you, then it means that the ice emperor has defeated the Fudo Peak and successfully advanced to the final.

"I didn't expect you to be so fast." Tracebu said with a smile.

The shirt raised his eyebrows, "That's natural, otherwise I would miss this very rare good show."

With that said, he walked directly to the side of Ajiuzin and sat down, and his eyes followed the Ice Emperor and fell on the game that had already started.

Tezuka to Yukimura.

This is a game that even he wants to know the result.

Bang!

There was a crisp sound on the court.

The appearance of the tennis ball quickly disappeared from most people's eyes.

then.

Tezuka, who ran a few steps to the side, swung his racket.

boom!

The audience looked at it and saw that the tennis ball that was out of sight just now appeared firmly in Tezuka's net.

With a flick of his wrist, Tezuka snapped his arm.

After the fast tennis ball flashed with a golden light, it disappeared from their eyes again.

"Good condition, Tezuka."

Yukimura Feiwu's clothes floated over with his words.

Others only noticed that he no longer knew when he rushed to the net in the front court.

Yukimura kicked the ground sideways, leaving a large area for himself to play. He waved the racket with both hands and slapped it towards a volley somewhere in the air.

boom!

The lasing yellow light was only at the bottom line of the stadium at a blind spot, even though Xuan had already hit the protective net behind Tezuka.

"15 to 0!"

The referee announced loudly.

Just a few back and forth confrontations, seemingly simple, caused the audience on the sidelines to slightly open their mouths.

Look at a tennis ball and can't see the ball.

When did the threshold for watching a tennis match become so high?

What they didn't know was that this game was not in the same category as they imagined from the beginning.

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