Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

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The wind blew the skirt of the clothes, and the whole stadium was already in silence at this time.

Only a moment later.

"Oh oh oh oh oh!"

Deafening cheers suddenly rang from all around the stadium.

Top Yuu raised the racket in his hand and glanced around leisurely.

This year, they conquered this stadium again!

"Huh...huh..."

On the opposite side of the court, Echizen Ryoma put his hands on his knees, lowered his head and gasped for breath.

In the next two games, Jung Yuu just used the serve to complete his lore.

Even during this period, he also resorted to various methods, but the gap in strength was like a huge gap spanning between the two.

Hearing the cheers of the mountain whistling and tsunami, he resisted some dazzling sweat, slightly raised his eyes and looked across the court.

It was already past 12 o'clock, and the slightly westward sun set against Yuu's body, and he saw it, holding a racket high, surrounded by a proud figure with a pale golden outline.

Like a god descending.

He still lost, and this time it was almost the same as last time, the loss was so thorough.

The referee's pronouncement was drowned in the wave of cheers, and many of the Bingdi members had already jumped over the front stands and rushed towards the court.

Soon, with a racket in his hand, some panicked figures were lifted up by them, and they cheered and tossed towards the sky.

At this scene, Fuji's eyes dimmed slightly.

He didn't expect that he didn't even have a chance to play in the finals of the last year, so he left with regret.

As for Qingxue's golden combination, the eye sockets of the two have become even more moist. After middle school, it's a question of whether they can continue to play tennis together in the future.

Aside, the complex emotions in Tezuka's eyes and the look of loss were gradually being pressed into the bottom of his heart by himself.

Three years of middle school career left him a lot.

There is anger, there is joy; there is hard work, and there are regrets.

But after today, maybe he will embark on a new path alone.

No longer burden others, but just play tennis for myself, to face and challenge each and every powerful enemy.

"The words before this..."

He glanced sideways, and put one hand into the pocket of his jacket, and touched the hard and cold metal badge inside.

On the court, just after the shirt Yu returned to the hands of the crowd once again, he was finally freed and was put down by the crowd.

It was the first time that many Bingdi Zhengxuan saw him showing the panicked expression just now, and suddenly found it very interesting.

Shang Xian You is naturally not stupid, and soon understood that it was just a few of them who were making a fuss by the side.

He clapped his hands and yelled at the people who were still cheering: "How can the joy of the two consecutive tyrants be missing the minister of our Ice Emperor."

Suddenly.

Everyone's eyes fell on the traces who had been watching the good show.

Although this time the limelight was all given by the shirt Yu, he was still very happy. In the last year, they marked a perfect end to this national competition.

However, at this moment, seeing so many eyes looking at him, he was equally flustered.

"Wait...wait... what do you want to do... let go of this uncle first..."

"...Birch land...Birch land..."

In this scene, the rebellion of the ruins was naturally useless, especially under the influence of the upper shirt you took the lead in booing, the members of the Bingdi Academy swept away the awe of the ruins in the past.

Top Yuu secretly laughed aside.

In this chaotic scene, he even saw many female cheerleaders put their little hands into the clothes of the trail department.

"hiss……"

He refreshed, and subconsciously tightened his short sleeves.

No wonder he also felt just now...

...

In the stands.

Inoue guarded the cheering members of the Ice Emperor and took the last photo.

Later,

With a sigh of emotion on his face, he looked at Qingxue's camp.

The ending of today's game may be a bit unexpected at first, but it is actually reasonable after thinking about it.

"Unexpectedly, after Kansai's Muzhitou created two consecutive national championships, the Ice Emperor accomplished this extraordinary goal again."

Shiba Saori whispered aside.

Counting it all, she can also be said to accompany and witness the Ice Emperor step by step to where she is today.

And on the other side.

Kan Retruh, the head coach of the German team, looked solemn after watching the entire game.

After following the spectators out of the stadium, he took out his mobile phone and made a call to Germany on the other side of the ocean.

No one knows exactly what he said.

But shortly afterwards, the World Nets Association announced a new regulation.

Before the World Cup this year, there will be an exhibition match.

As for the two teams in the exhibition match, they are the German team, which has completed nine consecutive hegemonies, and the dark horse and neon team last year.

Of course, these news were released several months later.

The current shirt Yu, is having a celebration party with their Ice Emperor team members in a luxurious five-star hotel.

"cheers!"

Wine glasses collide.

Everyone’s face is filled with a happy smile from the heart. Their tennis club has been able to win the national championship for two consecutive years. Such a feat is rare in all colleges and universities across the country.

Not to mention it is still in the most noteworthy sport of tennis.

As an exception, everyone drank a little this time.

Even Coach Sakura didn't specifically stop him.

After today.

Their ice emperor can also be called a strong tennis school with all the background in a real sense.

Soon after, night fell.

After the hustle and bustle, the whole venue of celebration was left alone.

"Why, do you still have something to worry about?"

The shirt walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling window and came to the side of Jibu.

Compared with the noise over there, it seemed a little strange to come to the window alone, overlooking the traces of the night sky.

"Sweater, I want to ask you a question."

"Um?"

Traces stared at the two figures that appeared in front of the French windows because of the darkness.

He said in a deep voice: "Just today, I obviously have fulfilled the promise we made in that classroom. But I don't know why, I always feel that I still have this impulse here."

Trace Department clutched his chest.

That position happened to be where his heart kept beating.

Hearing that, the top of his shirt twitched at the corner of his mouth, "Okay, let's go to the top floor!"

Trace Department was a little surprised, turned his head and looked over.

Jackie Yu stared at his eyes earnestly and said, "I remember there is a court on this."

The two looked at each other tacitly for a moment.

The trace department suddenly smiled freely and easily: "Well, although you just had a match today, this uncle won't be merciful."

"That game didn't make me sweat."

Shang Xian Yu raised his brows slightly, and said provocatively toward the trace department.

The two of them walked out of the dining hall one after another, holding their respective ball bags without much attention.

Under the night sky, on the top floor of the court.

"After the fight, you can go according to your own ideas."

"Is it because the uncle Ben has lost?"

The laughter of the two rang out at the same time, echoing around the empty venue for a long time.

Just like that early morning, they really started the duel.

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