The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

Kirihara Chiya nodded heavily.

The look in Yukimura’s eyes was full of reverence.

“Worthy of being Captain Yukimura, I’m not worried about anything at all!”

The jackal sine principle said of course.

“That’s nature, Yukimura is called the ‘Son of God’.”

Bang!

“The game is over, Tachikai Daisada-Sanada wins.”

While speaking, Lihaida defeated his opponent again and successfully advanced.

And on the next door, the ice emperor also completed their victory.

Keigo Jibe put one hand in his trouser pocket and said in an arrogant tone.

“Let’s go, Birch, go get the next game.”

Takahiro Kachi, who was following behind Jibu, dragged out his voice.

“It’s—”

Mamoru Inoue, who was watching the game outside the stadium, was suddenly disturbed by a voice.

“Inoue… Predecessor! Big… Big news! ”

Shisaori trotted over, panting and propped herself on her knees.

Her breath calmed down a little before she was able to finish the sentence.

“Echizen, Echizen Ryoma is back!”

Mamoru Inoue’s face changed.

Unexpectedly, Echizen Ryoma, who participated in the National Open, actually returned to Japan.

“Really, Azhi, are you sure you’re not mistaken?”

Shimosa nodded affirmatively.

She took out her camera and flipped through the photos she had just taken inside.

“That’s right, Inoue senior, I can see it clearly, and I took a picture!”

After Echizen Ryoma’s return, the strength of the youth school once again caused concern among other schools.

And Kintaro Toyama of Shitenhoji Temple was excited.

“Really, the younger he came back, you can compete with him seriously!!”

Shiraishi Kuranosuke reminded with a smile.

“Xiao Jin, please be a little restrained, don’t do anything out of the ordinary.”

Kintaro Toyama looked serious.

He looked at Shiraishi and asked rhetorically.

“When did you go out of line?”

Without waiting for Shiraishi to answer, Shinobu Qian next to him also came over.

Shinobu asked with an evil smile.

“Oh? So what happened when you came here and injured a few punks? ”

Kintaro Toyama looked away and said seriously.

“Nothing, nothing.”

Osamu Watanabe was holding a tennis daily newspaper in his hand and was watching it with relish.

The above report is about the recent overseas expedition.

Come to think of it, the World Cup is about to begin.

What he didn’t expect was that there were junior high school students in this Japanese expedition.

Look at his gang of players, still here and the national competition.

When people enter the world, they are still “fighting” at home.

Is that the difference between anyone?

Watanabe closed the newspaper and glanced up at the blue sky.

“It’s really blue, the world is so big, I want to see it.”

As night fell, planes flew by, leaving a line of clouds over the city.

The stars reflect each other and fall into the eyes of the girl.

“Chi… Akaji-kun? ”

With Momoi’s exclamation, the players in the indoor tennis court collectively fell into petrification.

Under the light, Seijuro Akaji’s figure became clear.

Wearing the uniform of the Japanese team and carrying a tennis bag, he reappeared in Diguang.

Ryota Huangse rushed forward excitedly.

“Little Akaji, it’s really you!”

Atsushi Shihara almost choked on the cake.

“Ahhh~~It’s not a dream~~”

Qingfeng Daiki leaned against the wall and said proudly.

“Your reaction is too great, I already knew that Akaji would come back.”

Several people quickly surrounded Seijuro Akaji, who had not been seen for several months, and they were all excited.

Especially after Diguang experienced failure and growth.

Ryota Huangse said in a hoarse voice like a child looking for comfort.

“Kochiji is back, is he going to win the national championship with us!”

May Momoi wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Knowing everything, she is still easily moved.

Seijuro Akaji explained with a light smile.

“No, I’m going to be back tomorrow.”

Hearing this, everyone fell silent again.

“Ahhh~~ In other words, Kochiji can’t compete with us… ~~””

Atsushi Zihara’s tone was flat, but the content was a little poignant.

Shintaro Midorima pushed his glasses and asked sensibly.

“The overseas expedition competition is still continuing, you don’t have to worry about our side.”

Seijuro Akaji glanced lightly at the situation inside the tennis court.

Almost every corner is a trace of their training.

“Shame and courage, I’m waiting for you in U17.”

Ryota Huangse asked curiously.

“Little Chiji, what is U17, are you detained by them?”

“Was it forced to sign some contract to sell yourself, so you can’t come back and have to help them compete?”

Hearing Ryota Huangse ask this, the others also came up.

Seijuro Akaji only felt that the brain circuits of these guys were also novel enough.

But it’s no wonder that they are also junior high school students, or they are not familiar with the world.

The process of the national competition continues.

It was soon time for the quarterfinals.

At the game site, there were obviously many more spectators than before.

Several stadiums have their own cheerleading squads.

“Let’s’go, let’s’go, Lihai Da, success in one fell swoop!”

“Ice Emperor! Ice Emperor! The Ice Emperor…”

“Treasure Temple, Treasure Temple, Four Heavenly Treasure Temple!”

“Qingxue! Come on—”

“Emperor Guang Diguang, bravely strive for the first!”

“Come on, guys.”

Satoshi Horio put his hands in front of him and shouted.

“Senior Oishi and Senior Kikumaru, come on, the golden combination is invincible!”

Shuichiro Oishi and Eiji Kikumaru are very serious.

“Dashi, you can’t lose.”

“Uh-huh.”

The match between Diguang and the Four Heavenly Treasure Temple will also begin.

To everyone’s surprise, Diguang returned to his previous invincible strength.

Singles No. 3 Iron Wall defense Atsushi Shirahara won “6-3” against Shiraishi Kuranosuke.

The doubles parody combination beats the hilarious combination of Shitenhoji.

Huangse and Haizaki won “6-3”.

Shintaro Midorima, the number two in singles, won “6-2”.

Diguang won three sets at the beginning, announcing that Diguang advanced to the semifinals.

The overseas expedition continues.

The crowd of the First Army won a game and prepared to go out to dinner.

On the streets of the United States, a group of blond-haired brats wandered around.

Byodoin Phoenix and Seijuro Akaji, who are walking in front, are discussing the layout for the next match.

Suddenly, I heard a noise on the street tennis court not far ahead.