Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

At the beginning, Jibu Primary School was studying in the UK.

When he was studying tennis in a British club, he was bullied by foreigners in the club.

Because of the physical fitness of the Asian region, being ridiculed is simply not worthy of playing tennis. As arrogant as him, how could I suffer this anger.

From the disastrous defeat at the beginning, to gradually evenly matched, to the king later.

Ruobu abruptly trained tennis as a hobby, and then gave a severe lesson to his peers in the club.

He played tennis to apologize to those who bullied him, and then let them go.

This time, in order to take over the handwriting department group in the future, while returning to China to study, his remaining goal is to dominate the entire middle school tennis world.

Now, the tennis club of Bingdi Academy is already unsightly, so of course he is ready to sweep the first obstacle before the plane.

To be honest, he looked at the current strength of the tennis club and was somewhat disappointed.

Although he doesn't want to admit it, he, who has seen European tennis, actually thinks that there is a huge gap between neon and foreign countries, especially in Europe.

Of course, the Department of Strangeness cannot have such an idea. Compared with Europe's scene of abundance of tennis talents, Neon still has a nod in the international arena, that is, the samurai Echizen Minajiro more than ten years ago.

But these reasons are related to the system, and it doesn't matter to him.

"Which one of you will play first! Don't waste my uncle's time too slowly!"

Miaobu walked to the other side of the tennis court, looked at the arrogant candidates on the opposite side, and mocked.

"You kid!"

Hase Takakawa felt that his chest was stuck again, and looked angrily at the trail.

When the other people saw this, after looking at each other, they all quietly moved a few steps back.

"Let the idiot Hase try it out first, and this guy provoked the matter."

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"Eight are being elected to challenge a freshman, it's really shameful!"

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"This is the Jibe Group, haha..."

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Several people have different thoughts, but for the time being, they are all unanimously preparing for the brainless man Hase Takakawa to take the lead.

Most of them are prepared to react accordingly. At this time, I had to fight a game.

Soon, the game started.

"Hase Takagawa vs. Keigo Atobe, it's the end of the game."

Those freshmen who originally came to sign up did not expect the situation to change so quickly.

Some of them are still confused. They didn't figure out the situation, so they started the game.

But this does not prevent them from being enthusiastic and excited.

In addition, Jibu was originally the focus of today's school. Soon, hundreds of new students came to the school.

Many seniors came to join in the fun.

In the past two years, the performance of the tennis club has indeed improved rapidly.

Many people have heard that the freshman of the super bull is going to play in the tennis club again, and they all want to see what the tennis club can fix this year.

The most outrageous thing is the trace department. Because of the outstanding appearance and bold Haki's speech, at this time, there is a group of beautiful girls in the crowd behind him, cheering for him.

With such a disturbance, what happened in the entire tennis club is now known to the whole school.

at this time.

A room on the third floor of the teaching building.

There are many musical instruments here, and the classical piano in the middle is particularly conspicuous.

A young man with sharp eyes and a majestic face was looking out the tennis court below from the third-floor window.

Sakura Taro, a billionaire who came to Bingdi as a music teacher because of his interest.

Originally enjoying the record in the music classroom, he unexpectedly saw this interesting scene.

He had also lived in Europe for several years, so he naturally knew how to play tennis, and he even trained in professional professional clubs in Europe.

Although it's just interest, but to their level, even the interest is crushed by ordinary people who don't know how much.

Seeing the riots in the Bingdi Tennis Club below naturally attracted his attention.

at the same time.

The off-court match against Takagawa Hase was called a massacre.

It was a completely one-sided game, and the track department took six rounds in ten minutes, and even the body was only slightly hot, which can only be regarded as a warm-up.

On the other side, Hase Takakawa knelt to the ground in sweat.

"Is it only this level?"

Trace department walked to the middle net without panic and dissatisfaction.

Condescendingly, he looked down at Hase Takagawa who was sitting on his knees and said disdainfully.

Hase Xiaochuan's body trembled when he heard the words. He looked up and saw that the body of the trail blocked the sunlight in the sky, as if a huge shadow enveloped him.

"I lost!"

Hase Takakawa lowered his head without heart, and gave in.

This young man gave him too much oppression. The gap between the two was like a chasm. Facing the ruins, it was like facing the Yuezhi Moonlight he had been looking up to.

Seeing Hase Hsiao Chuan arrogant and arrogant from the beginning, to now leaving like a dog in the bereavement, everyone gasped.

powerful! too strong!

Is this really what the first grade can have?

The other candidates of the Ice Emperor suddenly felt shocked, and they didn't expect that the trail department was so strong that Hase Takakawa could not even survive the ten species.

The rest of the smart people have already thought that they will deal with it casually, at least they will lose decently.

Only Haitian Xin, with a hint of luck in his heart, silently prayed, hoping that the six people in front could consume more physical strength in the trace department.

After all, he is not only the last face of the ice emperor's election, but also a Kanto-level player. If he loses like this, then he can also withdraw from the club.

After all, the election is completely defeated, which will show how incompetent he is a minister who has only been a minister for two or three days.

What's interesting, however, is that the sky does not fulfill the wishes.

The trace department faced the remaining people even more like cutting melons and vegetables.

Ten minutes...nine and a half...eight and a half...

...

Soon the other elections all lost one by one.

The only person still standing in front of the trace was the last person.

A lot of sweat appeared on his body as soon as possible, but the expression in Jibu's eyes became more and more excited, and the aura of the whole person had accumulated to the peak.

"Come on, let you indulge in the magnificent skills of this uncle!"

With the racket in his hand, Trace Department pointed at the last Haitian Xin with a blue-white face with a rainbow of morale.

Along with the words of the trace department, the girl behind him also shouted crazy cheering.

"Trace Department!"

"Trace Department!"

...

Facing such a wave of noise, Haitian Xin took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, and walked up silently.

"Snapped!"

Trace Department stretched out his left hand and raised it above his head, a loud snapping finger struck down, and the support group who was still cheering for him instantly quieted down.

In this very contagious scene, all the boys present looked at each other.

Even Jackie Yu couldn't help covering his face, and didn't dare to look directly.

Is this the middle school time when adolescent syndrome and secondary disease are most likely to occur?

Of course, apart from the recognition of the powerful strength of the trace department, it is estimated that all the teenagers present have some envy.

Who doesn't like the beautiful girl support group.

Under the gaze of much attention, Atobe also started the final match with Haitian Xin.

This can also be said to be the final collision between the new and old orders of the Ice Emperor.

...

Puff!

Puff!

The two figures staggered back and forth on the court.

It can be seen that Haitian Xin's strength is not too weak, after all, he has also played with Yue Zhi Yueguang.

In addition to the third grade, his strength has also stably entered the Kanto level. It can be said that no matter which school you are in, you are considered a master.

But it is a pity that he is facing the ruins who returned from the UK after rigorous training.

According to the current eyesight of the shirt, the trace department is now half of the national level firmly, and even the barrier is broken in a single poke, just like his state six months ago.

Especially at this level, everyone has one or two tricks that they are good at.

The trace is the most powerful insight, and it is also the tennis path he will choose to continue in the future.

This thing of insight may have limited power in the face of the same level, but for a guy who is not as good as himself, it is simply a nightmare.

It's like the Iri River in the Plus version of the Trace Department. Relying on insight, the acting skills can make opponents who are weaker than him directly suspicious of life.

Therefore, in the view of Yushang Yu, this Haitian Xin is also doomed to defeat.

...

Puff!

left…

Puff!

This time on the right...

Despite being suppressed, Haitian Xin's mentality is still much tougher than those before.

Haitian Xin also knew that he was in a normal contest, and he might not be an opponent of Mibu. However, no matter how strong the track department is, there is a limit to the game of the previous seven people.

And he, to grasp the only key to victory.

physical strength!

This is also the reason why he has been clenching his teeth and insisting on hitting the baseline back and forth. As long as he is dragged until the track is exhausted, he can save the last face of the tennis club.

However.

What he didn't know was that the best thing about English tennis is endurance war.

One ball... Two balls...

Before he knew it, Haitian Xin felt that his breathing was beginning to become heavy, and his legs were also very heavy as if they were filled with lead.

On the other hand, the trace department on the opposite side looked like it was about to run out ten minutes ago, and now it still looks like it's about to fall.

For Haitian Xin, the fruit of victory was like a radish tied to the head of a donkey, visible but out of reach.

It wasn't until he was exhausted that he realized that the clown was all me?

Puff!

It was another sharp baseline shot.

The tennis ball quickly crossed the net and landed on the other side of Haitian Xin's bottom line.

Just when he wanted to run to catch the ball again, his legs softened and fell to the ground.

His hands rested on the racket on the ground, and his sweat kept dripping.

Haitian Xin's knees were already red, and the muscles of his calves trembled involuntarily.

"Game, Keigo Atobe, the score is 6-2."

"The game is over, the score is 1-0, and Keigo Atobe wins!"

With the announcement of the score, Haitian Xin knew that he had lost, and the boy on the opposite side was not only strong, but his physical strength was also a monster.

While he was still immersed in pain and depression, a voice came from his ears.

"Stand up, my uncle admits that you are a qualified opponent."

Trace Department stretched out a hand, Haitian Xin looked up and was stunned.

The boy's words suddenly made him feel a bit sore in his nose.

But shortly afterwards, he also stretched out his hand to grasp the goodwill released by the boy.

At this moment, the new king of Ice Emperor ascended the throne!

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