Net King: Black Glory

Chapter 120 Competition with High School Students

come to the net.

Looking at Munehiko Saeki's physique, which is obviously a lot smaller than him, Ishihara can already think of the beauty of his promotion to the No. 10 court.

"Oh, it's the power type again."

Taking a look at Ishihara up and down, Zong Yan defined him in his heart.

As long as they are not those super perverts, the ones he is least afraid of are the powerful ones.

After all, not everyone is a ghost Juji Lang Lang and Duke Watanabe.

Thinking of this, Zong Yan smiled softly.

He was even more indifferent to the superiority complex of these high school students.

Ordinary and confident, cute and arrogant.

It's them.

The glory of being invited to join the U-17 training camp has covered their eyesight.

But this training camp has been a paradise for the strong from the very beginning, and they are just tool people chosen to accompany the strong for recreation and sparring.

When necessary, it can also further demonstrate the honor of the strong and become their strong background.

Although a few high school students felt sorry for themselves because of verbal disputes, Shi Yuan took the lead.

But they still have to abide by the competition rules in the training camp.

More than 20 people retreated to the outside of the stadium, leaving the game field vacant for the two.

"Kid, don't say that I am bullying the small. Don't worry, I will still give in to what I have to give in. I'll give you a chance. You serve first!"

Ishihara was thinking about the beauty of being promoted to the No. [-] court. Seeing that Zong Yan wanted to step forward to guess the side, he waved his hand indifferently and came to his backcourt confidently.

"Oh, really? Thank you so much, senior!"

Zong Yan smiled faintly, his face was calm as if he was looking at a mentally handicapped person.

However, he did not refuse.

This kind of person who is blindly optimistic when he doesn't know the opponent's intelligence will teach the opponent what cruelty is.

Taking out a mustard-yellow tennis ball, Zongyan slapped it twice casually.

Then he held the tennis ball in his hand and squeezed it. After looking at Shi Yuan's position, he gently tossed the tennis ball upwards.

The height of the tennis ball was not thrown high. Just after flying over his head, his right foot took half a step back, and his right arm was quickly raised, twisting and pulling towards the inside of his body.

Bang!
Like slashing and drawing a knife, Zong Yan exploded with astonishing power as he turned his wrist, and the racket brought out an afterimage that was somewhat invisible to the naked eye.

"boom!"

This move draws inspiration from Sanada, drawing on the idea behind the invisible swing.

It became another one of Zongyan’s serving skills.

It's different from Sanada's simple fast move.

Munuhiko's speed may be a little slower, but his strength is definitely much stronger than Sanada's.

Ishihara didn't have time to react at all, he only heard a roar coming from his feet.

When he turned around to look back, the tennis ball had already rolled off the iron net behind him.

"how come……"

"This... this middle school student's serve is so powerful!"

"It's...unable to react!"

"Ishi Yuan, his NO.14 court, is already a master in the few courts behind us, can't even catch him?!"

The high school students on the No.15 and No.16 courts were silent for a moment. They didn't see the ball's path clearly just now, and they were shocked by Zong Yan's serve.

They put away their underestimation, at least what Zong Yan has shown now is that he serves very well.

However, Zongyan would not stop. Feeling that the air pressure in the stadium was beginning to decrease, he said with some surprise:

"Hey, seniors can't catch it at this speed? That's really the junior's fault. Seniors shouldn't be embarrassed. I'll go slower this time."

In the silent stadium, Zong Yan's voice reached everyone's ears, making them want to kill in shame and anger.

But before Ishihara and the others calmed down and continued to get angry, the tennis ball was thrown by Zong Yan again.

Bang!
"30-0."

boom!
"40-0."

boom!
"Senior is really virtuous, thank you for holding back, let me have a game, now it's 1-0, senior, please start acting ugly."

Zong Yan's mouth was filled with a smile, but his words were like a sharp blade, cutting straight into the heart of the high school student.

Ishihara did not answer Zongyan's words at this time, but kept comforting and cheering himself up.

Everyone is not a fool. With the serve just now, he already knew that Zong Yan was not easy to mess with, but he still had luck in his heart.I hope Zong Yan just serves better...

Unfortunately it backfired.

Ten minutes later, as his last serve flew out of his hand.

The figure of Zong Yan on the opposite side has appeared at the landing point of the tennis ball.

Seeing Ishihara looking at him, Zongyan smiled slightly and nodded friendly towards him, then a glimmer of light disappeared in his eyes.

boom!
blah blah blah!

Ishihara's racket was knocked off by Zongyan again.

"The game ended, Saeki Munehiko won, the score was 6-0."

……

"Ishihara didn't even score a point. Whether it was a serve or a return shot, he couldn't catch it..."

"How is it possible, with such strength, is he still a middle school student?"

"There's another monster..."

Outside, there was an uproar.

They watched Soeki Sohiko kill Ishihara cleanly and without any suspense, how could they not understand that the opponent's strength far exceeded the category of a junior high school student.

I'm afraid they really won't have the chance to enjoy the benefits that Coach Saito mentioned.

"Come!"

"Next!"

"Anyone else want to continue fighting?"

Watching Ishihara's distraught end, Zong Yan's eyes didn't fluctuate, but asked sharply again.

"I...I'm coming!"

After a brief silence, another tall and thin high school student came down.

I thought it was a welfare, but I didn't expect a monster to wait.

The situation on the court was completely under the control of Soeki Sohiko, and all the high school students were cornered.

For Saeki Sohiko's call again, their high school students cannot easily back down, but they have also changed their mentality and no longer regard it as the welfare bureau they thought.

But to keep the honor of high school students in front of Saeki Munuhiko.

Such emotions infected all the high school students present. At this moment, they did not make any clamor, but waited silently, waiting for Zong Yan to knock down the high school students one by one.

Then they walked into the field one by one to play against them.

Quite a bit of windy wind and easy water cold posture.

Unfortunately, this doesn't change anything.

The venue was full of dejected figures, as well as the demeanor of Zong Yan who was still sweating.

……

In the coaching building of the U-17 training base.

"Oh, what a powerful little guy. It seems that the last few courts can't test his true strength..."

"Hmph, these guys are really trash."

Compared with the mildness shown by Saito, Kurobe is much more straightforward.

Seemingly tired of the unsightly performances in the last three courts, he gently rubbed the wings of his lower eyebrows with his index finger and thumb.

"Although it's unbelievable, this little guy's strength may have improved compared to what was shown in the video. I'm afraid this kind of game won't put any pressure on him at all."

Kurobe turned the sliding chair lightly, looking helplessly at Zong Yan's ever-changing and fluctuating five-dimensional data on the computer.

"Rest assured Kurobe, whether it is a positive result or a negative result, it will have an effect on spiritual baptism."

Saito changed his usual gentle look, and looked at Zongyan in the monitor with a little excitement in his eyes. A brand new treasure came to this training camp.

"Do you want to?"

As a partner who has cooperated for many years, Kurobe instantly understood what his partner wanted to do, and after thinking about it, he nodded.

"I'm afraid this is also the head coach's idea. Since Byodoin left and the expeditionary force went out for the points competition, this training camp has been quiet recently. It's time to add some new things."

"I'll leave it to you first. I'm going to receive this genius. Otherwise, I've been here for so long without a single reception. It's really unreasonable."

……

ps: "Ask for monthly ticket"

(End of this chapter)