Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

Seeing the tennis ball slipping away from his feet, Shiraishi Kuranosuke frowned slightly.

"The opponent is not blindly pursuing gorgeousness, but also has enough patience to arrange calculations."

Seeing the seal on his left hand, Baishi hesitated for a moment, but still did not lift it.

Even if she can regain her strength by taking off the load, Shiraishi, who hasn't adapted to the physical changes at that time, is no longer Shiraishi.

The game is still going on, he hasn't lost yet.

boom!

"40-30"

...

boom!

"Game, Jinggo, the relics of the Ice Emperor Academy, 5-1"

As the trace department used new tricks again, the deceptive nature of the alternate use of dodge and waltz put great pressure on Shiraishi.

"Shiraishi Kuranosuke, before further evolution, he still lacks the skills to be able to play alone." Yusong Yu sighed as she looked at Shiraishi who was losing ground.

Shiraishi, who has reached the national level, is still above the overall quality of his tennis foundation, but facing the same level of masters, a little more foundation is not enough to lay the victory. It is difficult to defeat the enemy without a powerful trick.

For example, Yukimura has an excellent foundation, as well as a super spiritual ultimate move that destroys the five senses. The Sanada Youfeng Volcano Lin Yin Thunder series has also developed many national-level unique skills, not to mention Tezuka.

Even when Shiraishi was in the third grade, it was just a round-table strike, which was pretty decent. Although the Bible evolved into the Star Bible later, at that time, it was basically a world-class opponent, and the requirements were even higher.

Shang Shan Yu kept thinking through Shiraishi's overall performance. Every master has advantages that can be used for reference and shortcomings that need to be overcome.

The way he has to go is the ultimate tennis that is even higher than Shiraishi's perfect tennis. Only by constantly learning from and reflecting on ourselves can we become more perfect.

On the field.

boom!

boom!

The clash between the two continues. This game is Shiraishi's serve. He is still trying his best to maintain the situation. Although he can't break through the tricks of the ruins, he also puts an end to the lob and temporarily blocked the frustration. song.

boom!

The tennis ball turned into a white light and dexterously pulled to the bottom line of the trace backhand.

"Game, Shitianbao Temple Shiranosuke Shiranosuke, 2-5"

"Finally held the serve!"

Shiraishi wiped the sweat on his forehead and fought against the trace. The physical strength he needed to concentrate and mobilize was several times that of normal. The trace department is too keen, and even a little bit of flaws will be used by him.

At this time, the trace department was in better condition. Seeing that the right to serve came to his hand again, the color of cold arrogance flashed in the trace department's eyes.

"Shiraishi Kuranosuke, let you become the first national-level loser of this uncle's men!" Tracebu secretly shouted in his heart, as a cold wind swept the audience.

Ruobe endured the entire ice world, and finally tore his sharp fangs in the final game.

"It's cold..."

"How can the Minister Bingdi on the opposite side have a chilling aura?"

The people at Sitianbao Temple almost shuddered, and it was obvious that July was about to come, but they felt a chill out of their hearts.

In particular, Shiraishi felt the most obvious on the court. It seemed as if the cold fangs of the sky confined him and made him stiff.

"It's coming, Kuranosuke Shiraishi!"

Trace Department hummed softly, and his insight that opened the world of ice rose to a new level.

Compared with the fact that there were almost no flaws before, this time Baishi had a lot of ice ridges inserted around him. Especially near his left hand wrapped in bandages, several dead spots stood beside him.

Seeing this, Tracebe was taken aback for a moment, and then an anger jumped into his heart.

"Shiraishi Kuranosuke, give it to my uncle Shatter!"

With a loud shout, the tennis ball in his hand flew out without hesitation.

Puff!

"15-0"

The ice edge was shattered, bringing up the crystals, Bai Shi only felt that his eyes were black, and the tennis ball had run behind him.

"Just now that was..."

As he focused his eyes, he seemed to vaguely see the heavy white beams of light beside him.

Puff!

The track department is another ball, one hit to score!

"30-0"

At the moment when Tracebe hit the ball, Shiraishi's body stiffened, and the serve seemed to hit an incredible spot of light in his eyes, and his body could not respond.

Puff!

"40-0"

...

"Your blind spots have all been seen through by this uncle!" Trace just wanted to vent the anger at this moment.

Puff!

"Snapped!"

All the ice ridges on the field dissipated, only Baishi could understand, the sense of restraint just now disappeared with the chill.

Bart...tap...

The tennis ball slowly rolled to his feet.

"Game, Jinggo, the relics of the Ice Emperor Academy, 6-2"

"The game is over, Jingwu, the ruins of the Ice Emperor Academy, wins!"

"Oh!"

"Very good!"

The ice emperor cheered for a while. Although it was only an exchange game, the game was a game. It would be better to win.

The match against Shitenhoji gave them a glimpse of a strong team outside of Tokyo. The joy of winning the metropolis championship has already cooled by three points.

"Congratulations!"

Soon, Bai Shi cleared up his mood, and calmly stretched out his hand to the trace in front of him.

"Hmph, if you dare to keep your hand in the next official game, this uncle will only make you lose even worse!" Trace Department glanced at his bandaged left hand, snorted coldly, and shook hands.

He who opened the world of ice had already seen the slightest incongruity in Shiraishi Kuranosuke.

Shiraishi was taken aback, looked at his left hand, and then smiled heartily: "Yes, I look forward to seeing you next time on the court!"

Friendship shook hands, and the two returned to their team.

"Insight? Really troublesome!"

Thoughts flashed in Shiraishi's eyes, and Tracebu could see through the disguise of his left hand at the end. He was confident that he had adapted to it for a month, and his physical condition had been rebalanced, but he did not expect...

"I dare to look down upon my uncle!" Trace was very upset. After the Ice World opened, he observed that Baishi's left hand was uncoordinated, which was a feeling of weight. This is also the reason why he was so hot in the last game.

Who is not a master at the national level?

"How about it, it's a great harvest!"

You can't help teasing when seeing that there is no winning smile on the track department's face.

He knew that as long as the trace department opened the world of ice, that insight would definitely find that Baishi still had hidden strength.

"Did you see it early?"

Looking at the smiling face of Shang Xian You, the trace of brows raised, a little embarrassed.

"Yes, yes, is it that the uncle of the trace department only discovered it in the last game."

Shang Shan Yu pretended to be puzzled, and asked with a smile in his eyes.

...

Trace Department feels that he shouldn't talk more with this guy.

"Hey, don't be angry, even if he takes off the load, he won't be your opponent."

When the topic changed, Shang Xianyou smiled and patted the cleat on the shoulder and said.

"Oh?"

"He took the basic tennis path and pursued a comprehensive balance. He should have adapted to that load for a long time.

If it were to be taken down... then he couldn't adapt to this change all of a sudden. "

"Understood, winning means winning. There is nothing to entangle, after all, victory is justice."

Shang Xian You's tone is a bit serious. These concepts must be told to them earlier. After going to the U17 and the World Cup, the cruel environment is that real strength is king.

It is as strong as the Byodo-in Temple. Once you lose, you will lose everything. You can only climb out of the hell of the back mountain.

"Hey, this uncle naturally knows!" A trace of clarity flashed in Jibu's eyes, and he turned his head.

"Um……"

Looking at the expression on the front of the body, you knew that he had listened to it, and didn't say anything. His performance today has surprised him.

...

ten minutes later.

Sakura Taro and Watanabe Shuo came to the center of the court, and the two pairs of players lined up.

In any case, this exchange game gave the two teams a lot of touch and experience, and the content after this game is enough for their training during the next period of time.

"Ahem...Everyone worked hard today. Next, Coach Sakura and I have arranged the remaining five days of combined training. Everyone must be prepared."

"In addition, we will invite everyone to eat barbecue tonight!"

"Hurray!" *N

As soon as Osamu Watanabe's words fell, there was a burst of unified cheers from both sides.

Only Shiraishi looked at his coach Watanabe with some complicated eyes. It seems that Osamu Watanabe told him before that all his belongings have become that golden brace.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Watanabe Xiu quietly glanced at Sakura Taro next to him, secretly rejoicing in his heart, but fortunately this uncle paid the money.

"Clean up, and set off in fifteen minutes!"

"Yes!"

Everyone changed their clothes one after another.

But Uncle Rubu, who was originally prepared not to participate in such civilian activities, was directly caught by the shirt.

"There will be a battle before the night in the evening. If your minister is not here, what shall we do?"

The serious words on the shirt made the traces frown.

"Get ready, Huadi!" Tracebe waved and said, decided to go and see what was going on.

"Yes~"

…

One hour later, in a barbecue restaurant.

"So this is the game you are talking about?!"

Trace Department looked at the smiling shirt Yuu with a black line on his face, and was in a daze. Why should he believe the guy in the shirt!

"Oh, that's right, this is a barbecue competition that I agreed with my classmates in Shangshang before. Isn't the head of the tracery department scared!"

"Oh, Pingshan, how could the emperor of Bingdi be afraid of barbecues in this mere mere way."

...

Heyzenyuki and Hara Tetsuya of Shitenbao Temple seem to be talking about each other. You say a word to me, and the face of Uncle Rubu is black and white.

"Heh...you ordinary people, how could this uncle lose! Huadi, are you ready?" Tracebu said with a flash of light on the table.

"Yes~"

...

"Well, the first barbecue competition competition is about to begin. The ruins and Huadi of Bingdi Academy will face Pingzen and Yuanzhe of Sitianbao Temple."

"3, 2, 1, the game begins!"

Seeing that the track department was hooked, Yu Yu jumped out from the side and announced.

"Wow~"

...

"Come on, Minister!"

"Come on, Minister!"

The other players on both sides cheered.

Happy tonight...

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