The Legend of Net King

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Amidst the enthusiastic cheers and shouts of the audience, Michinoku Yuma and Mutsu Yubu slowly walked off the court.

The rest area of the Japanese team,

"Well done..."

As soon as the Mutsu brothers returned, the high school students of the Japanese team couldn't help but praise them.

"Not bad!"

Even the Phoenix of the Equality House nodded with a hint of a smile and said.

The Mutsu brothers looked at each other, smiled on their faces, and nodded slightly.

comprehended the same tone in the game, which undoubtedly improved the strength of the two of them.

Their doubles have also gotten stronger!

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On the other hand, on the Italian side,

As if the clouds were thick, all the high school students had gloomy faces and expressions that were difficult to speak.

Long

“...... There is no hope..."

A high school student muttered,

This faint word reached the ears of the main general Alessandro, making his eyes widen,

I wanted to scold, but I just opened my mouth,

Then clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and looked at the Japanese team players opposite viciously,

"Damn, if this continues, all the morale and confidence will be gone!!"

Alessandro said secretly in his heart.

You know, losing to the Japanese team is actually nothing, but if the confidence of being hit collapses,

What about matches against other countries in the future?

This time, they participated in the U17 International Exchange Tournament to train and earn points, but they didn't come for the Japanese team like Switzerland and other strong teams...

So, be sure to boost morale!!

Alessandro's eyes flashed with a gleam,

"Next, I'll play!"

There was a whisper in his mouth,

The words of the main general attracted the attention of all the other Italian high school students, and they all turned their eyes on...

Seeing only their main general, Alessandro looked solemn, his eyes were like torches and revealed a trace of determination, looking directly at the court,

"The following game... I got it! "

Repeating it again, Alessandro's tone was resolute.

“......"

The Lord was not joking, and the idea sprung up in the minds of Italian high school students,

Originally, the main player was going to play in the fifth game, but now he was forced to play in the third game!!

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In the anxious waiting, the rest time slowly passed,

When the radio sounded again, "This U17 International Exchange Tournament is by..."

When this broadcast sounds,

Italy's main player Alessandro stood up, clutching his tennis racket tightly in his hand,

Step by step towards the court!

"Alessandro..."

Other Italian high school students looked at the back of the main general and whispered his name,

At the same time, there was a flash of anticipation in his eyes,

"With the strength of the main general, as long as it weren't for those few people, they would definitely be able to win the game..."

An Italian high school student with trust in the strength of his main general, Alessandro,

He said with a little excitement.

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At the same time, the rest area of the Japanese team,

The Phoenix of the Equal House looked at the movement of the Italian team opposite, and the corners of his mouth hooked an arc,

With a meaningful smile,

Looking at the person beside him, he spoke:

"Come on, give the other party a fatal blow!"

Da!

A handsome contestant with black broken hair and a slight flutter stood up with a hint of a smile on his face,

He chuckled and replied:

"Got it... Senior!! "

After finishing speaking, he picked up the purple racket beside him and walked towards the court step by step.

Atsukyo Tono looked at the racket in the young man's hand, his eyes flashed with light,

Pursing his lips, he muttered, "This was originally mine... Jingzhi, this kid..."

That's right, the representative of the Japanese team on the field is Jing Zhiguang!

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On the court, the radio was still ringing at the moment, and he just said, "Please invite players from both sides..."

The two words on the field have not yet been spoken,

Rumble!

The audience was in an uproar and sensational.

This sound immediately overshadowed the sound of the live broadcast...

Looking at Jing Zhiguang, who appeared in the eyes of everyone and walked towards the court step by step,

Everyone's eyes widened,

"He... He...... He actually played!! "

An audience member pointed at Jing Zhiguang, his mouth was intermittent, and he said with a look of disbelief.

"It's just the first round... Shouldn't you save your strength..."

The person next to him was also speechless.

In a secluded corner,

Polk of the national team, looking at Jing Zhiguang's figure, a burst of light flashed in his eyes, and the momentum on his body condensed independently.

That look even more serious... Unable to speak,

"Jing Zhi..."

His mouth muttered softly.

“......"

Listening to Polk's whispering, QP's head turned slightly, and his eyes were fixed on Polk's expression,

"Polk..."

muttered silently, and then looked at the young man who attracted attention as soon as he appeared, and his eyes also showed bursts of brilliance,

I sighed in my heart,

"I can't..."

It's hard to put into words!

It seems that Jing Zhiguang impressed the two people of the Dé national team!

But it's no wonder who let Jing Zhiguang be the only one who defeated Polk in the last World Cup...

Moreover, his strength is really moving, shocking, and unbelievable...

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On the pitch below,

Boom!

When Jing Zhiguang stood on the court, his right hand gently pinched the racket, straight to the side of his leg,

The jacket that was not zipped up, blowing in the breeze, fluttered slightly behind him,

The gaze is calm, without the slightest wave,

A breezy posture, exceptionally relaxed and free.

"Roar!"

"Jing Zhiguang! Jing Zhiguang! Jing Zhiguang! "

"Come on!"

"Come on, genius boy!!"

“......"

Various, chaotic shouts converged and resounded in the sky,

This is Jing Zhiguang's fame today,

As one of the brightest talents in the world today, he is a well-deserved superstar!!

Far, far away from the pitch, you can hear the roar inside Court 1.

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On the opposite court,

"How could it be him!"

The Italian general Alessandro snorted, his face was solemn at the moment, a little unsightly,

I didn't expect that the Japanese team would let players of this level play in the first round.

Don't they know how to preserve their strength and recuperate?

Alessandro talks about the level of strength, he is just close to the world, and it is difficult to step into this half step.

And the adversary is an existence that does not know how far to go in the world!!

“......"

Jing Zhiguang on the opposite side looked relaxed and free, obviously not releasing his own momentum,

But Alessandro only felt that there was still an inexplicable force pressing his heart,

Feeling extremely depressed, as if the body instinctively trembles,

"Whew..."

"Whew..."

Take two long breaths, trying to relieve the pressure in your heart,

Thinking of the next game, he couldn't help but clench the racket in his hand, as if this could give him a little reliance!

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On the side of the court,

Italian high school students used to be full of confidence in their master, but now...

"This game..."

An Italian player was pale and muttered,

"It's hard... up..."

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(Ps. Wow, a ball solved, or a dream...) ）