Net King: Edogawa Sakuraichi

Chapter 314 Training of the Ice Empress

Gently closing the eyelids, and slowly opening them when the fallen leaves were falling, Yamato's eyes fell on Sakuraichi's back, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, a minister with strength and style, leading the members , how could it be worse?

SA, Edogawa, how strong is your strength?He was really getting more and more curious.He is looking forward to the mentoring match after the Metropolitan Conference,

Seeing the back of Yamato leaving, Sanada closed his eyelids, then turned his head to look at Fujiwara, "Number 21, remember to come back." Saying that, he nodded politely to Sakuraichi, and glanced at the running Shoko Aihara turned around and left.

"Well, I agreed." Goto pushed his glasses lightly, and a stream of golden light quietly covered the lenses, covering up a certain deep look.

"Dongcha!! I must beat Nanwang, no matter who it is, come, on, come on, I'm not afraid!!!"

"Tch, idiot."

"Hey, what are you talking about, noodles?"

"Hey, there's a good show to watch." Yagyu Yumiko turned her head to look at Arai and Sang Yu, her light tone sounded a bit gloating.

"An idiot is an idiot," Sang Yu tilted his head, touched his big earphones, and said contemptuously: "It's okay to have a bad head, but even the ears are bad."

"Ah, noodles," Arai's eyebrows twitched, "Is there a bag on your head or is it filled with soup? You can't even think basicly?"

Sang Yu froze, "Pai Daxing, who do you think has a bag on his head?"

"Hmph," Arai raised his eyes, smiled provocatively, and said provocatively, "Sure enough, he has a bag, and he didn't even understand what I said."

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"Al, it's fighting again."

"Ah, senior Arai, senior Sang Yu, stop fighting."

"Ball, ball, ah, the ball is all thrown out."

"Arai, Sang Yu," Bei Dao stroked his forehead helplessly, "Stop hitting me again."

"Nah," outside the fence, Shoko Aihara looked at the chaotic stadium with sparkling eyes, "What are you guys playing for fun? I want to play too."

"Ah, the net is broken—"

"Noodles, you idiot—"

"Tennis hoop, that's a tennis hoop, Arai-san."

"Peter, you bastard—"

"That's my racket, Senior Sang Yu."

"Ah, my head!!!!"

"It's so noisy," the indifferent voice sounded instantly, although it was not loud, it was enough to silence the entire stadium, "50 laps, all of them."

"Nani———————"

clap clap ~
The sound of running gradually sounded, and the girls ran around the entire tennis court at a constant speed, with erratic dust rolling up behind them.

Puff puff--

In the indoor tennis court, three tennis balls were ejected from the machine in an instant, turning into streamers of fierce light and shooting at the person opposite.

Pupils congealed, hands raised and slapped down——

bang bang bang-

There was a dull sound of hitting the ball, and the tennis ball was instantly sent back to the opposite court. A pitch-black ball mark appeared on the dark green plastic court, and faint green smoke rose from the black mark.

"Matsumoto, stop." Seeing her posing again, Coach Sakaki opened the door and said slowly, "Follow me."

Matsumoto was stunned briefly, then picked up the racket and followed.

Looking at the backs of the two, everyone in the stadium couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Ah, what a terrifying monster~"

"That's right, the strength is so strong, it's terrifying."

"Oh, there is no comparison at all."

"As expected of Matsumoto," Miki Hayano gently pushed the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, looked at the ball marks on the ground, and narrowed her eyes, "It really is very strong."

Hearing this, Asahina Junko gradually narrowed her eyes, reflecting the ball marks on the court, the bottom of her pale yellow eyes gradually deepened, there was only one ball mark, and the three speeding tennis balls were all hit at the same point.

(End of this chapter)