Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

"Hey... The shirt and the trail department, have you seen it? The tennis ball on the opposite side is amazing!"

Without realizing that the racket was knocked down, Akutagawa Jirou still shouted at the ice emperor in the backcourt with excitement on his face. It looks like a child who loves to play saw his beloved toy.

"Cilang is also getting serious..."

He pushed his glasses and smiled. They hadn't seen a Cilang like this for a long time.

"That guy is still that big-hearted, right, Rubu." Xiang Ri said to his minister with a smile on his face. When Jirou Akutagawa encounters a new style he has never seen before, he instantly becomes excited.

"Yes~"

Tracebe nodded seemingly helpless. However, the corners of his mouth slightly curled to show that he was relieved of Akutagawa Jirou.

"Cilang, let's have a good fight~"

Jackie Yu smiled and whispered to Ci Lang who waved to them.

Jirou Akutagawa's talent is not bad, and the softness of his wrist is almost comparable to that of the former master Peter Sampras. It is a pity that this unknown narcolepsy was checked by the trace department specially, and there is nothing he can do for the time being.

"Okay, I'm going to keep going~"

Jirou Akutagawa chuckled. Looking at the door Xiewu opposite with excitement in his eyes.

Men Xie Wu suddenly felt a blue vein on his forehead, and he suddenly felt that his "deterrence" had no effect on the guy opposite.

"Scorer, what the hell, let me go on." Outside the court, Matsumoto roared.

"Associate, this idiot, at this time, his attention is still being led away by the other person."

Murata cursed in his heart, and it turned out that the first grade is the first grade, and the experience is too bad.

Hearing his own minister's roar, Men Xiewu's body was shocked, and after a deep breath, a fierce offensive was launched from his hands again.

boom!

"30-0"

...

boom!

"Game, Muzhiteng Academy, 1-0"

"Exchange venue."

With the continuous fast breaks of the goal, Akutagawa Jirou quickly lost the first game.

"Haha...how about it, this group of bastards won't be arrogant anymore."

Seeing Men Xiewu easily win the game, Matsumoto's pro-xiong gaze swept across the position where Bingdi Zhengxuan was located, and his eyes flashed sharply.

"When I attack~"

With great interest in Akutagawa's eyes, he flung up the tennis ball in his hand.

boom!

The arms are light and the racket is swung, just a standard ordinary serve.

But at the moment of serving, Jirou Akutagawa ran towards the net with a serious expression on his face.

"Hey...very ordinary serve. Huh...Want to serve the ball to the Internet?"

Seeing Jirou Akutagawa's movements, Men Xiewu hummed coldly in his heart.

He glanced around and saw that the tennis ball after landing was pulled by him, directly hitting Cilang's backhand bottom line.

"Hey... I got it~"

Just when the goalkeeper realized that he was successful, Jirou Akutagawa, who rushed to the net in a straight line, made a slight turn of his body, and his soft wrist flipped the racket in his hand at an exaggerated angle.

Patter...

The tennis ball that had just flown over the net was lightly cushioned by the racket pressed down by his hand.

The tennis ball crossed the net in a very low arc, and then rolled out of bounds after a slight beating.

"Ice Emperor Academy Akutagawa Jiro scored, the score was 15-0."

"Okay~"

Jirou Akutagawa ignored the surprise of everyone outside and let out a soft cry.

"This guy……"

Men Xiewu straightened the hat on his head and his expression became very serious.

boom!

Jirou Akutagawa kicked off again. As always, after the tennis was played, his footsteps kept going, and he rushed towards the tennis.

"It's serving again to the Internet!" The vigilant color in the eyes of Men Xiewu flashed.

"This time won't let you pass so easily."

"watch out!"

With a low drink, the pale yellow tennis ball was hit at the feet of Jirou Akutagawa at a tricky angle.

"The guy on the other side is not bad, at least he can still find loopholes in this serve-to-net tactic."

Shinzu praised with a smile, compared to most of the players, Maki Zhiteng's first-year eyesight is not bad.

"Yes, it's a pity that he met Cilang."

Tracebe took the topic, and his tone was full of confidence in whether Cilang could solve this loophole.

Generally speaking, serving fast to the Internet can play a strong role in attacking and suppressing, but this tactic also has a common shortcoming.

When the catcher can hit the serve to the feet of the netizen, the power of the offensive is greatly reduced. Even the offensive rhythm will be interrupted because of the pressure ball at the foot, and then become passive.

"Ouch~"

Facing the ball pressed by Goal Xiewu's feet, Ci Lang was shocked first, and then rubbed his feet against each other, as if he was about to fall, and the racket in his hand followed the pace of his feet and slammed gently.

Pop~

There was a light clash between the tennis ball and the racket.

Da da da……

Almost wiping the net, the tennis ball once again fell dangerously and dangerously in front of the net of Men Xiewu.

"30-0"

"Um?!"

Menxie Go's eyes widened, staring at Akutagawa Jirou who was about to fall and the racket fell on the ground. Only one thought reverberated in my mind: "This guy's luck is also great!"

However, the next situation was completely out of his control. The lucky boy on the opposite side of Bingdi seemed to be able to intercept his tennis ball in front of the net every time, and then hit the place unexpectedly.

boom!

"40-0"

...

boom!

"Game, Jirou Akutagawa, Ice Emperor Academy, 1-1."

...

boom!

"Game, Jirou Akutagawa, Ice Emperor Academy, 2-1."

...

"It seems that Cilang has already controlled the rhythm."

Seeing that the rhythm of the game on the court has been guided by Akutagawa Jirou, Shinzu nodded and said.

With his terrifyingly flexible wrist, Akutagawa Jirou can make many super difficult volleys in front of the net. And to a certain extent, this kind of wrist talent restrains the power-type players.

"This game won't last much longer, bear your feet, Xiangri, go warm up..."

As long as the eyes are not bad, you can tell that if there are no new tricks in the first grade of Maki no Teng, then the game is basically over.

Shinzu and Xiangri smiled at each other. Hearing that the order of appearance was arranged in this way, they probably guessed in their hearts that this is for the former king to make a 3-0.

After all, as far as the doubles are concerned, he and Xiangri have already surpassed the two third-year seniors.

Fifteen minutes later.

boom!

After Jirou Akutagawa turned his wrist lightly, after cleverly dissolving the "Super Tennis" of Menkyo Go, he made a tricky cut on his backhand.

The tennis ball ran through the midfield of Men Xiego very fast.

"Game, Jirou Akutagawa, Ice Emperor Academy, 6-2."

"At the end of the game, Ice Emperor Academy Akutagawa Jirou won, with a total score of 1-0."

Huh...huh...

Seeing the boy who had become confused again, Men Xiewu panted, feeling very helpless. His super tennis is basically no threat to the opponent.

Then, he looked at Minister Matsudaira on the off-court coach, and his heart trembled.

...

The game continued soon.

The doubles number two match also exceeded everyone's expectations.

Under the violent bombardment of Shinobu and Xiangri, Muzhiteng's strongest doubles combination was completely unable to fight back.

In just ten minutes, Shinzu and Mukai ended the game with a clean 6-1.

"Minister, I'm sorry, we lost."

Murata Pyeongchang and Tenjin Kosuke turned pale, their two Kansai first-class doubles were defeated by two first-year players.

"Go down!"

With a wave of his hand, Mr. Matsudaira's expression on his face was ugly and the two of them retreated.

Although he was swearing fiercely in his heart, he knew that they really underestimated the new-generation Kanto champion.

"Obviously it is a first-year combination, how can it be so strong!"

Matsudaira roared in his ambitions. Compared with the fierce battle in the Kansai final, their Muzhiteng was forced to this point in the second round.

"Next, the singles number two game is about to start."

"From the top of Ice Emperor Academy, against Junichi Sasobe of Makinotou Academy."

No more breathing for Mu Zhi Teng Academy, the broadcast announcement announced the final trial of Mu Zhi Teng, is it a 3-0 round trip, or a desperate comeback?

"Haha... this unworthy king, let me call it off."

Seeing that morale plummeted, Mu Zhiteng took off his jacket and walked into the court with his head raised.

"Guru~"

Sasobe quietly swallowed, the terrifying aura on the opposite side, he had only felt in their Big Three last year.

"At the beginning of the game, Bingdi Academy topped the ball and served, and the game ended."

Slap... slap...

Jie Yuu gently pressed the tennis ball towards the ground twice, then tossed it casually. The vigorous arm stretched slightly, and then he swung it down like a thunder.

boom!

With a sharp whistle, the tennis ball passed through Sasobe's feet like a bolt of lightning.

"15-0"

boom!

"30-0"

...

One ball, two balls...

With four simple and direct Ace shots, everyone outside the field stared wide.

"Is this the Ice Emperor?"

...

The schools that came to observe the enemy's situation once again raised the ice emperor's threat. After all, hearing is false, seeing is believing. Only by seeing it with your own eyes can you understand the power of Bingdi.

On Sasobe's side, he only felt that the domineering aura was rushing towards him one after another. Not only could he not see the tennis, but even if he wanted to fight back, he had to withstand tremendous pressure.

Although his strength is not bad, but in terms of will, he has completely lost the desire to fight.

Just ten minutes.

boom!

With the last smash, Jung Yuu ended the boring game.

"Game, Bingdi Academy top shirt, 6-0."

"At the end of the game, Bingdi Academy won, with a total score of 3-0."

The people of Mu Zhiteng shook hands with the Ice Emperor.

The leader Matsudaira, with a trace of trance and loneliness, did not expect them to lose so thoroughly.

Thinking of the heroic attitudes of the seniors last year, they...

Then, like an elderly old man, the people of Maki no Ten left the court with heavy steps.

For them, their journey is over, and the previous declaration of the three consecutive hegemonies is like a joke, which can only be turned into talks for other schools.

How arrogant I was when I came back then, how lonely I am when I go now.

This king is already late~

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