The Legend of Net King

Da, da,

A player came out of the Han national team, too.

"Wow, it's the No.9 of Han U17, Kim Cheol-so!"

"His strength is very strong, and I heard that he has won a lot of awards in some competitions in the Han national tennis world."

"In this way, the Japanese players on the opposite side will have a big disadvantage..."

Some of the magazine's people were babbling.

And the fans of the Han national team are shouting loudly,

"Kim Cheol-so! Kim Cheol-so! ......"

Some are still chanting,

"Beat him hard, Kim Cheol-so!"

"Yes, let those guys see the terrible strength of our Han national team..."

“......"

The atmosphere was hot, but they were all cheering for the Han national team.

Stand on the court, across the net.

"What? Why didn't that guy dare to play? "

Han Guo pointed at Jing Zhiguang in the Japanese team with an arrogant face, and said in his mouth.

Seeing the contempt of the Han national team on the other side, Atsukyo Tono's eyes flashed with a cold light,

A cruel smile appeared in his mouth,

"Against you, you don't need him to play yet!"

The tone is also an arrogant riposte to the Han country.

"You guy!"

Hearing the words of Atsukyo Tono on the other side, Kim Cheol-so gritted his teeth and insisted, and a fire of annoyance flashed in his eyes,

"You're only thirteenth in line, and you dare to talk to me so arrogantly!"

Looking at the NO.13 indicated at the collar of Atsukyo Tono, Kim Cheol-so pointed to his NO.9 and said loudly to Tono.

"Cut~ Let's keep it until the game is over!"

Atsukyo Tono pursed his lips disdainfully and spoke.

Kim Zheso's head throbbed violently, and then he put down a sentence fiercely,

"Hmph, I'll make you look good later!"

......

The match is about to start, and it is Kim Cheol-so of the Han national team who serves first.

Slap, slap, slap,

Hmmm-

After a few taps, Kim Cheol-so quickly threw the tennis ball and said softly,

"Look at it with wide eyes, the difference in strength between the two of us!"

And then there was a loud shout,

"High speed serve!"

With a swing of the racket,

Call!

With a whistling, it crashed into the tennis ball.

Bang!

A shot sounded,

Shout!

The tennis ball is like an arrow off the string, making a burst of sound and piercing away.

It seems that only a burst of afterimages can be seen on the field, and the speed is very amazing!

"Awesome, so fast to serve!"

"It's really too fast..."

Han national team fans couldn't help but scream.

The members of the Han national team were also surprised when they looked at Kim Cheol-so, who had used so much strength at the beginning of the field.

"What is Cheol-so doing... Why did you go all out from the beginning, the Japanese player on the opposite side is really miserable! "

"Haha..."

They couldn't help but laugh as they spoke.

At this time, in the Japanese team,

Irie pushed his glasses more and said:

"According to the information, the opponent's name is Kim Zhexiu, who is the No.9 of Han U17, a senior high school player, and it seems that he has won a lot of honors in junior high school and high school, and his strength seems to be very good."

Kimishima Ikuto listened and added:

"And this player is good in all aspects, and what he is good at is fast serving and his own good basic strength."

Jing Zhiguang looked at the serve of the Han national team on the court, without half an expression, such a speed can only be the normal level of the first army in his opinion!

......

Sou!

On the pitch,

The tennis ball quickly swept over the net and smashed into Atsukyo Tono's half,

There was a "bang", and then it quickly bounced up and flew out of bounds.

Everyone in the stands thought the ball was going to score,

"Hey, hey..."

A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Tono Atsukyo's mouth, but he kicked the ground violently under his feet,

Boom!

"Are you thinking too simply?"

A word comes out of his mouth,

Hmmm-

The body quickly chased towards the tennis ball.

After hard training in the U17 camp in Japan,

Tono's speed is not slow, but the tennis ball that seems to the audience to be incredibly fast is within his range.

Soon, caught up with the tennis ball before it went out of bounds.

"Give me back!"

Tono's arm slammed hard,

Bang!

A crisp sound came,

Phew-

The tennis ball crossed an arc and went around Kim Cheol-so's baseline.

"Bang!"

"The Japanese team scored, the score was 15-0!"

Because he didn't expect the other party to be able to fight back, Kim Cheol-so of Han Country was stunned.

"I didn't expect the opponent to fight back..."

"In this way, the Japanese team is not too weak!"

"This..."

The spectators in the stands were amazed at the game on the field, and the Japanese team performed well!

The high school students of the Han national team also looked sideways, with a little surprise at Atsukyo Tono and blame for Kim Cheol-so.

"What, Kim Cheol-so is too careless!"

"Yo, I can actually receive this serve, the Japanese team still has some strength..."

......

"I actually got it?!"

Kim Cheol-so watched the tennis ball being shot back by Atsukyo Tono, and a trace of shock flashed in his eyes,

This is his high-speed serve, the speed is amazing, I didn't expect the Japanese team's No.13 to be able to catch.

"Hehe, it's really careless!"

Kim Cheol-so shook his head to himself,

"I didn't expect you to have some strength, but let's see how I teach you a lesson!"

Coming back to his senses quickly, Kim Cheol-so still said with confidence in his strength.

"Humph! Let the horses come! "

Tono said disdainfully.

"Damn..."

This made Kim Cheol-so, who had been clamoring all along, very angry,

The eyes stared fiercely at the other side,

"I won't be careless this time!"

pinched the racket, and the tennis ball in his hand was quickly thrown,

"Look at my high-speed serve!"

Bang!

Shout!

A yellow phantom streaked through the air in an instant,

The tennis ball was even more tempted by one point.

Boom!

Tono's right foot slammed on the ground,

Step on!

Moving quickly towards the baseline, I still caught up with the tennis ball.

"I can even catch up!"

Kim Chol-so's eyes widened with shock.

But he's prepared.

......

The game was fierce, and the sound of batting kept ringing,

Bang!

Bang - bang!

"Han scored 30-15!"

......

Bang!

"Japan scores, 40-15!"

The score went up, but the gap slowly widened.

Bang!

"The Japanese team won this game, the score was 1-0!"

The voice of the official referee sounded in time.

"Yo, didn't you say it made me look good?"

Atsukyo Tono looked at Kim Cheol-so opposite with a hint of disdain.

There was an eerie silence on the field, followed by some voices,

"I... I read that right... Japan broke Kim Cheol-so's serve?!! "

"How can this be, the Japanese team has such strength..."

The audience was full of disbelief.

The situation seems to be completely different from what was expected.

"Whew... Whew..."

After a few breaths,

"It's... How can it be! "

Kim Cheol-so muttered softly that he had lost serve at the hands of a Japanese player he thought was weak.

This is definitely not true!!

"Hehe... It must be careless, that's right, the opponent is not so strong! "

Kim Cheol-so suppressed the shock in his heart and muttered to himself comforting himself.

Looking at the players of the Han national team who didn't seem to believe anything, Tono licked his lips and looked at Kim Cheol-so on the opposite side fiercely.

"Hey, hey... I'll put you to death later! "