Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"Guoguang, I'm leaving now, do you regret it."

On the plane, Kan Letrul put down the tennis magazine in his hand, looked at the calm and steady boy beside him and asked with a smile.

After the national competition, Kunimitsu Tezuka accepted his persuasion as he expected.

"No..." Tezuka's eyes floated, and finally he shook his head slowly, "Since I choose to go alone, I already have the consciousness of never looking back."

There was a figure in the shirt Yuu flashed in his mind, and there was still a word deep in his heart that he didn't say: "If I have been with that person, I can't surpass him."

Happiness!

Kan Retruu patted his hands lightly and looked at Tezuka's profile with satisfaction, "I am very happy that you have such a will."

"Believe in our country, there will be a qualitative leap in your ability after you go there."

"Borg defeated the world's No. 1 men's singles player in the recent German competition. And he was very interested in you as a person three years ago."

"If you meet again next time, your opponents in Neon will probably be surprised."

Kan Letruu smiled and talked freely, and he was guiding Tezuka, who had lost the national competition this time, without a trace.

Of course, in his view, on the road to professional tennis, one or two failures are not a big deal, on the contrary, they can promote the transformation of a player.

He didn't realize that Tezuka Kunomi's eyes were slightly lost.

"The best player in the world..."

The game between Yusho Yuu and Echizen Minajiro once again came to his mind.

………

Outside the airport.

簌簌~

Fuji's hair was blown loosely by the wind.

He stopped and looked up at the distant sky slightly. There, there was no trace of any deceased.

"As long as we are still playing tennis, one day we will meet again."

He put his palm in the pocket of his jacket, clenching his fist forcefully, and the palm of this palm had a hard golden badge.

As for the ownership of the badge, he has to wait for him to enter that place before reconfirming it.

The wind became fierce.

………

Compared with the middle school students who have entered the U17 training camp and started to be sniped by the upper court.

There are also some minor conditions on the top of the shirt, and things are not particularly smooth.

Now he is still alone in Singapore.

On the other hand, Yukimura has joined the expedition team led by Byodoin Temple, and has already left for Macau, China three days ago.

"Why is this address getting more and more biased?"

Jackie Yu rubbed her brows helplessly, a trace of distress appeared on her face. He was a little wondering if his father was pranking himself.

After waiting for two days in Singapore, after getting the letter left to him by the shirt. He followed the address left on the letter paper today and found it.

In the end, he unexpectedly came to a deserted and closed construction site.

"Is it here in the end?"

Shang Xian You raised his head and looked at the number 0524 written in stone carbon on the wall.

This is an abandoned low-rise building that has been around for a few years. Although its location is not far from the city, it would be difficult to notice this humble building unless it was specifically searched for.

Walking up the mountain slowly into the shadows, he soon noticed something wrong.

call out!

A sharp breaking wind blasted towards him from a dark corner.

The look in his eyes froze.

Snapped!

Twisted his wrist, while squatting down and lowering the bag behind him, the other palm accurately grasped the tennis ball that was shot at him.

But soon.

Whoosh whoosh!

This time, the fierce air-breaking sound bounced directly from three different directions.

"interesting?"

His thoughts turned quickly, and there was probably a speculation in his heart, which was very similar to some scenes he had heard before.

Swish!

The shirt moved lightly, and his arm waved a few afterimages.

The black and red racket in his hand, like the gloom in the shadow, hit the three tennis balls flying towards his body with precision.

Bang bang bang!

A few crackling thunder sounds were particularly clear in this quiet shadow.

Then, Yuu Yuu heard a few air-conditioning sounds.

He smiled slightly, and didn't worry.

It seemed that he was waiting for the hidden person to slow down, his upper shirt stopped in place, and his eyes slowly closed behind him, and he hooked his finger towards a dim room inside.

"Hehehe, great!"

In the room at the other end of the surveillance, the man wearing the mask let out a deep laugh.

He didn't become angry because of the provocation of Yu Yuu, but rather said that he felt very interesting. It has been many years, and he has never seen such an interesting tennis player again.

He picked up a walkie-talkie and said a few softly to the other end.

Not long.

Whoosh whoosh...

In the dim and unclear hall on the first floor, a dense shuttle sounded directly, and twelve or three tennis balls shot in the direction of Top Yuu.

From three balls to a dozen balls.

Although the person behind was not irritated, he also omitted the process of getting used to the shirt Yuu from it all at once, which was regarded as a response to him just now.

His ears moved slightly. Listening to this very messy and rhythmless sound of breaking through the air, there was still a calm smile on his face.

"If this is just an entry test, it's not too bad."

Hiss~

The scorching and scorching breath slowly spit out along the corners of Shang Shan Yu's mouth.

The next moment.

The man who was hiding in the dark and observing the movements of the shirt showed a look of surprise.

Bang bang bang bang...

Although tennis has no rhythm, the action of swinging the top of the shirt to hit the ball is very rhythmic.

Occasionally it seems to be fast but slow, and occasionally it seems to be slow.

There are lots of spots.

However, every tennis ball that flew toward his body was accurately withdrawn back.

The walls on all sides were muffled, and wisps of dust fell along the cracks in the wall.

a long time.

After all the dust in the air subsided, a hoarse and low voice sounded in the hall: "Congratulations on number 0524, your game will be played three days later, 52AAmoyStreetSingapore, Native."

After finishing speaking, a black gold card flew from the darkness towards the shirt.

With a twist of his wrist, he lifted the racket to a light block in front of him.

He stretched out his hand to remove the black gold card that steadily landed on the face of the racket. There were just a few hot stamped numbers like 0524 in the upper left corner.

After playing with his hands for a few times, Jungshou Yu stuffed the card into his Kabuto, and now he fully understands why Jungshang must stay in Singapore for so many days this time.

Three days passed in a flash.

Sweater you came to this AmoyStreet full of bars.

Looking at the exposed, trendy men and women on the side of the road. He was wearing a sports jacket with a ball bag on his back, which seemed a bit out of place.

Jackie Yu smiled in his heart and walked to the Native Bar without squinting.

He did not enter through the main entrance, but went around the side entrance of the bar. After taking out the black gold card, he was guided in respectfully by a staff member wearing a black suit.

The familiar second floor underground.

Most people probably would not have thought that under this very famous local bar, there would be an even crazier underground tennis court arena.

The shirt opened the door, and the dazzling white light swallowed his figure in.

This time it was not the audience, but the players.

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