The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

Seijuro Akaji stood up and bowed to Seiju Akaji without answering.

There is more than one team in a row, and their “Age of Miracles” can definitely reach the top.

Why go to Lihai to dig people.

And wouldn’t that make the game less fun?

The match between the strong and the strong can show the absolute strength of the winner.

This is also the absolute victory that he Akaji pursues.

A cold smile was drawn at the corner of his lips, and he glanced at the bright moonlight outside the house.

Meanwhile, Midorima Mansion.

In the spacious courtyard, Shintaro Midorima is practicing his serve alone.

Bang!

A ball skimmed, as if a shooting star crossed the dark sky.

“Brother, why don’t you sleep so late?”

A gentle and cute girl jumped out and was almost hit by a tennis ball.

Midorima Shintaro put away his racket and looked at his sister with his glasses, and said concisely.

“I lost the game today and I can’t relax any longer.”

Yumi Midorima’s mouth opened into a capital “O”, obviously surprised.

“Did my brother lose, what a surprise.”

But she immediately showed a quiet smile.

“But it seems that my brother’s mood has become different because of this.”

Midorima Yumi smiled mysteriously, with a knowing expression.

Shintaro Midorima looked at the hand holding the racket, and his eyes were covered with a soft light.

yes, how long has it been since he felt that way.

Feeling like losing, losing a game, feeling like you have nothing?

Sure enough, Akaji is right that sometimes, failure is worth more than success.

Echizen Ryoma, who lost to Seigaku today, also made him realize.

He always thought that tennis and basketball were not much different, and it seems that now…

“It’s time to change the way we play.” Midorima pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said lightly to himself.

Midorima Yumi watched from afar, holding her cheeks with both hands and smiling.

“Thanks to tennis, Brother Shintaro is full of energy again!”

After the regional preliminary rounds, the Diguang tennis club did not relax.

On the contrary, at Akaji’s request, the training volume of the varsity team increased by half.

Manager Mayo Momoi holds a stopwatch in his hand and carefully records the data of the players.

“Hoo-hoo-huh…” Several people ran to the finish line in a row, exhausted and panting, and fell directly to the ground.

Ryota Huangse wiped the sweat from his face, but he didn’t expect that the training of the tennis club would be so perverted.

He is covered in sweat, and he will go to shoot magazines in a while, which is a terrible trouble.

Even so, touching Akaji’s eyes full of chill, Ryota Huangse put away his impatient expression.

Outside the stadium, the onlookers were full of enthusiasm.

“Wow~~ There are so many handsome guys in the tennis department!”

“I really like Akaji-kun.”

Ryota Huangse made a cool gesture and returned the ball in the future.

On the opposite side, Atsushi Ziyuan had sharp eyes and stretched out his long arms, like a giant.

“Ahhh~~~ Little Yellow Boy is too weak to be interested at all~~~”

“Abominable! You look down on people less!! ”

Ryota Huangse gritted his teeth and lowered his center of gravity, so that the power of the shot was more concentrated.

Bang bang!

The ball was still easily intercepted by Atsushi Shihara.

The yellow-green tennis ball cut a light arc and landed limply on the ground.

“That guy is simply a copper wall and an iron wall!” Ryota Huangse whispered to himself, very unwilling.

Seijuro Akaji stood in the stadium, his eyes watching everyone’s every move.

The state of movement of all people forms data in his mind.

At this time, a respectful and courteous voice sounded behind him.

“Captain Akaji, the reporter from the professional tennis monthly has arrived.”

Mamoru Inoue saw Akaji again and felt that his temperament was becoming more mature and steady.

Like a wise man who has faded his glitz, unhurried.

“Akaji-san, I want to congratulate you about Diguang winning the regional competition.”

Inoue Mamoru faced such a young master of a chaebol family, and he was under great psychological pressure.

After all, the influence of the Akaji family in Japan is not ordinarily large.

Seijuro Akaji smiled indifferently.

“When Diguang wins the national championship, it will not be too late for you to congratulate us, Mr. Inoue.”

Mamoru Inoue wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead.

It seems that Diguang’s goal is the national competition.

Diguang and Lihai are big, and there is bound to be a fight.

The tennis department of the Ice Emperor Academy, seeing the traces of the interview report, Keigo’s mouth slightly raised.

He sat gracefully on the “throne” and slowly spoke.

“Diguang, sooner or later, Uncle Ben will let you lose badly.”

“Right, birch.”

“Yes-” Kazuhiro replied blankly as he stood beside Keigo Jibe.

The Shinobu Yushi held up his glasses and analyzed it very sensibly.

“But Jibu, I heard that this year’s Diguang has a good momentum and defeated Qingxue in the regional competition…”

Keigo Jibe looked disdainful.

“Isn’t it remarkable to defeat Qingxue.”