Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

Time flies, and the cicada cries gradually ceases.

The enthusiasm for Bingdi to win the national championship for the second time also passed away with the hot summer.

The vast majority of people have also returned to normal lives.

Of course, there are also those few teams that have not given up tennis training. In mid-to-late September, Qingxue, who came back gently, had an overnight exchange match with Shitenbao Temple in Kansai.

In addition to the strength of the school inspection team, the real purpose of the two teams this time is actually for their successors in the next year to better shoulder the responsibilities of the minister.

Haitang of Qingxue and Caiqian of Sitianbao Temple.

Similarly, far from the Kanto side, Bingdi also had a friendly exchange match with Lihai University.

Jiro Akutagawa had a singles duel with his idol Marui Fumata on the court as he wished.

This time he didn't have any sleepiness, instead he was excited to the end of the competition.

Until this time, many people discovered that this sleeping guy, who was ignored by them, was also full of love for tennis.

"It's been a long time since Ci Lang looked so happy."

Looking at the figure who was sweating profusely, but happily walking down the court, the look on his face couldn't help but relax.

Maybe this is what he thinks, what he can do for each team member as a minister.

"I think... Cilang is the purest of our group."

The shirt on the side smiled lightly, and there was a touch of feeling in his eyes.

If someone asks him, who is playing the real happy tennis, then maybe he will only have the names of two people in his mind, one is Kintaro Toyama with the heart of a child, and the other is Jirou Akutagawa.

It is a pity that Cilang is sleepy. Most of the time, even normal club practice cannot be completed.

As the duels unfold...

A simple exchange game ended in the afterglow of the setting sun.

...

Farewell to the tail of summer in September, the golden autumn and October came quietly.

In the third grade of each school, the time to practice in the tennis club is getting less, and we are gradually starting to get busy with our final semester homework.

By March next year, they will start a new life.

Maybe some people leave, maybe they will usher in new companions; maybe some people no longer play tennis, maybe some people continue to walk firmly on this road.

Xiang Riyue supported his chin with one hand, his gorgeous red hair was a little dim, his eyelids drooped, listening to the English teacher's thoughts on the podium.

During this time, he spent less and less time training in the tennis club.

I was a little confused and a little scared.

He was gradually giving himself various reasons why he couldn't go to the tennis club.

"Okay, I'll be here today, after class..."

The word dismissal regrouped his distracted attention.

He subconsciously turned his head behind him, and sure enough, the position was still empty, only Renzuo was looking at him with a strange look.

Xiang Ri Yueren smiled reluctantly, and then he was about to turn his head.

But Renzu was faster than him.

After coming to him in three or two steps, he gently patted his shoulder, "There will be activities in the club this afternoon, and everyone must be there."

Xiang Riyue was taken aback, looked at the smile on Shinobu's face, and nodded without thinking.

"What will happen this time?"

Several thoughts flashed in his mind, "But looking at Shinzu's appearance just now, it shouldn't be a bad thing."

Every time their Tennis Department has such a notice, then it is basically a major matter for all the players who are currently selected.

Three o'clock in the afternoon, after the course is over.

With a trace of anxiety and expectation, Xiang Riyue walked towards the activity room of the tennis club.

As soon as he opened the door, he found that everyone else was basically there, and even the shirt Yu, who hadn't seen for a few days, was looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Haha, hello everyone."

His dark red eyes lit up slightly, and he greeted everyone.

Others also gestured towards him.

"Well, sit down quickly when you come."

The coach Sakura sitting in the top seat lightly tapped his index finger, and said calmly.

Xiang Riyue's neck shrank, and he stuck his tongue out at Shido Ryo, who was closest to him, and then sat down in the empty seat aside with a clear mood.

This familiar atmosphere has remained the same.

Then, after waiting for about ten minutes.

When Huadi walked in with a confused and yawning Cilang, Coach Sakura raised his eyes again and calmly said: "Since it's all here, then I will make a long story short."

His voice was low and he scanned everyone's eyes, with a hint of something different, "The National Youth Training Camp has issued a call to our school."

"There is a place where Neon’s best tennis players gather. I hope you are mentally prepared this time."

After speaking, his gaze turned, and he glanced at the four of Yuu Yuu, Tsube, Shinzu and Akutsu without a trace.

In terms of their understanding of U17, the four of them should have the most say.

Especially the shirt Yu, according to the news he received in private, this one has won the attention of many European countries in the previous expedition points competition.

Coach Sakura's voice fell, and the whole activity room fell into a kind of silence, and the invisible pressure enveloped other people.

"That... teenagers across the country, do you mean including high school students?"

After a long time, Xiang Riyue broke the silence, he weakly stretched out his palm and looked at Coach Sakura.

As soon as his doubts came out, the second-year students like Hijiruo and Feng Changtaro also turned their heads and looked at them. Obviously, they were also very concerned about this issue.

Coach Sakura raised his eyes slightly and nodded calmly in response: "That's right."

"The youth training camp that recruited you this time is also called the neon U17, and it's not just you, as long as the schools that perform well in this national competition will be recruited by it."

Several people looked at each other.

Then they all turned their gazes on the track and shirt Yu who hadn't made a sound.

"Why, does this make you scared?"

Ruobu sat up straight on the stool he was leaning on, his piercing eyes swept over several people, "Remember, no matter where we Ice Emperor's people go, we will be the strongest group."

The tone of the trace is uplifted, seemingly harsh, but it gives the others a feeling of passion and excitement.

"Hehe, it's just this period of time that I can hardly find an opponent who allows me to examine myself." Shioto chuckled brightly and looked to his side, "Nagataro, right?"

"Well, Senior Shido is right!"

A cluster of flames ignited in the eyes of the two staring at each other. In fact, it was not only the golden combination of Qingxue, but also regretted not being able to appear in the national competition.

Maybe they can make up for this regret in this training camp this time.

After all, Coach Sakura said just now that it is far more than just their school being recruited.

Those guys will definitely come too!

Brand new vitality is slowly being injected into this champion team.

Jackie Yu watched the whole process from the sidelines, the ones that should come will always come, and they will gain a lot of things in this U17 trip.

And he also has his own things to do.

After the call-up news came out.

Almost at the same time, well-known schools everywhere chose to accept this recruitment.

No one who has the will to give up this opportunity to win another decisive victory.

There was a neat shout in the activity room of Lihai University High School... Funny laughter echoed on the court of Sitianbao Temple... The young lion of Fudo Peak was ready to challenge again... The beach boy of Hexagon Middle School picked up the old man. The new racket... Nagoya Singde also has an indifferent boy who called alone...

As for Qingxue, the reliable and tall figure flew to the other end of the ocean by plane under the gaze of another gentle boy.

...

At the end of October, Tokyo International Airport.

Two handsome teenagers gathered here with their bags on their backs.

It is Yusho Yuu and Seiichi Yukimura who haven't seen each other in two months.

This time they did not go to the U17 training camp with the team from their school, but because Kurobe conveyed new news to them from inside the base.

The expedition team that has just returned from North America is now in Singapore, and after that they will go to Macau, China for a new round of competition.

Therefore, after discussing with Yukimura, Shang Shuyu decided to change the route directly. In this round of expedition, he has two reasons to go out.

One was because of a letter from the shirt, and the other was the first of the three damaged rackets in the bag on his shoulder.

Some people, it's time to see you!

Shortly after.

The two boarded the plane to check the tickets and walked onto the aisle.

Yukimura walked in front of the boarding entrance, and finally did not hold back, and asked Yuu Yuu again.

"Did he really decide to go there?"

"Um."

The shirt nodded silently, and he pondered for a moment before he said: "This is his choice. When his determination to become stronger is revealed... Yukimura, be careful if you meet again next time."

"Well, I will look forward to it."

The purple eyes of the Chinese New Year flickered slightly, and the extremely cautious words of Shang Yuu, on the contrary, aroused the anticipation of his inner opponent.

"When will we meet next time?"

Muttered softly, drifting into the wind.

The figures of the two teenagers went away, shining brightly against the backdrop of the morning sun.

Their footsteps won't stay here

A larger stage has been spread out in front of them.

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