The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

Suddenly, a report by basketball geniuses caught his eyes.

“It’s really strange how basketball can appear in tennis monthly.”

He murmured, took a sip of coffee, and smacked his lips.

After a while, I actually read the report word for word.

“Bang bang!” p

Boom!

On the home court of the U17s, the sound of batting is constant.

A group of spirited high school students are training seriously.

On the sidelines, Takuji Ryuji, who was in charge of physical fitness, wore a sleeveless T-shirt with a calm face.

He folded his hands in front of him and stood very steadily.

Behind him stood two staff members who recorded data.

Oni Jujiro holds a cross-shaped racket in his hand and returns the ball from the person opposite.

Looking at the incoming ball, his eyes flashed with a sharp light.

“Black~Jack~Knife！”

The ball stirred up a burst of air, and in the chaos, it showed a black and red qi.

The person on the opposite side clenched the racket in both hands and wanted to hit the ball back.

However, the ball was very powerful, and immediately knocked it away with a racket.

The man fell heavily to the ground, gritted his teeth, moved his arm, and was already paralyzed.

Oni Jujiro shrank his pupils, showing a bit of indifference.

“Obediently admit defeat, you have no possibility of victory.”

After that, he turned and left the court, leaving only a proud and domineering back to his opponent.

On the sidelines, Irie, who was watching the game, held up his round glasses.

“It’s worthy of being the ‘Keeper of Hell’, if you want to enter Course 5, you have to pass the ghost level first.”

Saying that, Irie raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the boy with light purple eyes next to him.

Tokugawa Kazuya has always been reticent.

Even after watching the game, his mood did not have much ups and downs.

The corners of his mouth went down, and his eyes were slightly cold.

Just stand straight and look at the person who lost the game on the field.

The smile on Irie’s face deepened a little.

“I heard from the coach that this holiday is going to pull a few middle school students to practice.”

Tokugawa Kazuya heard this, and his brows frowned slightly.

Junior high school student?

Hasn’t U17 always only admitted high school students?

Irie is a lot of thoughtful, and naturally at a glance he knows what Tokugawa Kazu is also thinking.

“under17, of course, middle school students are also in this range.”

Then he narrowed his eyes, through a flash of sharpness.

The words turned and said in a deep voice.

“However, as for what kind of junior high school students will be found, I hope the coach can keep their eyes open.”

Tokugawa Kazuya pursed his thin lips and seemed to be a little difficult.

“It’s not just anyone coming in here.”

After that, he didn’t wait for Oni Jujiro, and directly turned around and left the main stadium.

Looking at Tokugawa’s back, Irie played.

In that faint smile, there is a lot of meaning.

“Junior high school student, I’m really looking forward to it.”

He looked condescendingly at the pitch under the high platform, and the view was very wide throughout the field.

This is called, climbing high and looking far away.

The difference between middle school students and high school students is not only physical fitness, but also vision.

They will find that the world of tennis is very big.

“Next, there is a shuffle battle for Pitch 3 vs. Court 4.”

Hearing the radio, Irie left with a tennis racket on his back.

The most unexpected thing about the Kanto Tournament was that the king Tachikai lost to Teiko and could not advance to the final.

In the general hospital, there were many people standing in Yukimura’s ward.

These men wore khaki uniforms with serious expressions.

Sanada stood in front and bowed deeply to Yukimura.

The players behind him also bowed.

“I’m sorry, Yukimura, we lost by not being able to fulfill our agreement.”

A simple sentence, but it has been brewing in Sanada’s mind for a long time.

After losing to Teiko, he didn’t know how to explain to Yukimura.

Seiichi Yukimura was wearing a hospital gown and stood quietly by the window.

Looking at the daisies on the windowsill, the mood is very calm.

The sky in the distance was so blue, but before he was hospitalized, he had never noticed it.

After a long silence, Seiichi Yukimura finally spoke slowly.

“Sanada, isn’t your agreement with me a national triple hegemony.”

Gentle, amiable, patient, but with a bit of unfathomable majesty.

This is Yukimura.

He turned around, looked at Sanada and the others, and reminded with a light smile.

“National competition, we will win.”

This sentence, although it was a question, came out of Yukimura’s mouth, but it became a statement.

Akaya Kirihara was the first to stand up and said.

“That’s right, Captain, when you return to the team, we will definitely be able to beat Diguang and them to the ground!”

Liu Lianer narrowed her eyes and said unhurriedly.

“Akaya, this is a hospital, don’t be too loud.”

Although Yukimura did not say anything, Sanada’s mood was still not relieved.

Because he knows better than anyone Yukimura’s dedication to victory.

Isn’t Lihai Da adhering to the spirit of “victory is everything”?

In the corridor of the hospital, Atsushi Ziyuan ate delicious sticks and muttered.

“Ahhh~~ Review or something, it’s really troublesome, it’s not necessary at all~~”

Seijuro Akaji’s expression was indifferent, and when he saw Atsushi Shihara like this, he knew that he was playing a child’s temper again.

Although Atsushi Ziyuan is the largest of several.

But the personality is not mature enough.

After the last knee injury, Ziyuan has not been well rested.

Recently, the intensity of training has increased a lot, so if there is any problem with Ziyuan, you still have to come to check it to rest assured.

The doctor examined it and said in a flat tone.

“It’s no longer a big deal.”

Atsushi Shihara stood up lazily, eating snacks to himself.

Everyone got the result, and when they were about to leave, they ran into Sanada and his group.

Akaji’s steps were calm.

Sanada came here to visit Yukimura and report to him about the game by the way.

Second, and more importantly, check your wrists.

After the last match, his return ball took a heavy toll on Sanada’s wrists and knees.

It is estimated that Sanada will not be able to compete more vigorously in a short period of time.

Sure enough, when Sanada saw Akaji, his face suddenly turned clouded.

“Akaji.”

Sanada almost gritted his teeth and said hello.

If it weren’t for the courtesy, he would definitely want to ignore those Diguang people and walk out directly.

Seijuro Akaji smiled lightly, very mildly.

“It turns out to be everyone from Lihai University, it’s really a coincidence.” _

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