Net King: Black Glory

Chapter 7 The Geniuses of Net King Continued

"Yukimura-san is really not to be underestimated. He is full of pressure. Now, whether it is skill, spirit, or speed, he is already outstanding."

"Even if I try so hard, I still can't catch up with him. Is this a real genius? I really want to have a good competition!"

Through watching and simulating, Saeki Munehiko felt a heavy pressure, but he was not afraid. The gap between them is not that big, as long as he can break through.

Then they will stand on the same starting line.

Looking at the two who had already shaken hands, Zong Yan's eyes flashed with a strange brilliance.

"Well, let Yukimura-san experience the scenery at a high place first, the chaser also has the fun of the chaser..."

After looking back at Yukimura and Sanada, who was about to fight, Saeki Munehiko squeezed out from the crowd and walked towards the vending machine.

"Standing for so long, I'm a little thirsty."

He is not in a hurry to leave now, anyway, until the beginning of the school season, he will be fine.

He also thought about waiting for Sanada and Yukimura to finish the competition and take a chance to ask one of them for advice after they had enough rest.

Thinking of this in his heart, Zong Yan couldn't help thinking about the tennis club.

Fudo Peak is a real mess. It is no longer the mess it was before Tachibana Kippei arrived, but it couldn't even win the regional preliminaries.

And compared to the bad habit of only picking up the ball in the first grade of Qingxue, Fudofeng is even more speechless. Even the second grade can only be a training partner, and only the third grade can be selected.

Thinking about Yukimura, Atobe, who started the reform scene from the first grade, he can't be too inferior.

But Fudo Peak's situation is more complicated. Compared with private schools like Aigaku, Hyotei, Rikkai Dai, Yamabuki, and Rokkaku, he is a public school that is rare in Tokyo.

It is precisely because it is a public institution that the quality of students is not very high, and it is often related to the face of the congressmen.

"Well, we can think of a way from this aspect... I remember that my father's club seems to have some connections with the councilors in this area, is it possible..."

……

Kyushu Kumamoto.

The same game is being held at the Kumamoto Tennis Center.

A tall boy with shaggy curly hair, holding a tennis racket, entered the arena at the same time as another boy with blond long hair. The two stood still in front of the net, looked at each other and sighed and said:
"Juping, you look stronger again."

The shaggy-haired boy is thousands of years old, and the blond-haired boy is Ju Juping, one of the future pillars of Fudo Peak that Zong Yan is thinking about.

These two are extremely well-known tennis geniuses in the Kyushu area. This time, the youth tennis tournament in the Kyushu area was finally the two of them who came to the end.

Ju Juping also glanced at Chitose when he heard the sound, but he didn't mean to underestimate him because of Chitose's words.

He is very clear about the strength of his friend, and he will not be weaker than him.

Seeing the aura of a beast exuding from Ju Juping's body, he said with strong fighting spirit:

"Chitose, your strength is not bad. If I'm not careful, I'm afraid I won't be able to please you."

"But that's what makes it fun. Tennis is only fun when you have a strong opponent like you."

"Ju Ping, you are a real guy, you don't give me the slightest chance to catch your breath and be lazy!"

Tachibana Kippei, who was very clear about his friend's personality, ignored Chitose's complaints and continued:

"Chitose, I can't wait to be promoted to junior high school, and join hands with you to bring lion music to the top of the national stage. Would you like to join me?"

"Oh, Ju Ping, I'm not as far ahead as you think. Instead of imagining the future, it's better to stop now, but I don't plan to let you in the current game."

"Just what I want, Chitose!"

"Pros or cons?"

"just!"

"The match begins! The outcome is determined in one set, and Chitose Chisato will serve."

……

Kansai, Osaka.

On the rooftop of the teaching building of Shitenboji Middle School, in order to avoid the heavy training coursework, Mori Jusaburo secretly left the club early in the morning and hid in this corner.

Covering my body with a jacket, putting on my headphones, I was about to close my eyes and take a nap.

"Senior Maori, you're sneaking here again to be lazy."

A boy with brown and white hair, who seemed to have just finished training, was out of breath. He happened to catch Maori in action.

Mouri Juzaburo opened his hazy eyes and glanced casually: "Oh, it turns out it's Kōzōnosuke. Is it that guy Ping Zenyuki, or did Ashu send you here?"

"But it doesn't matter. Let me take a nap. I feel like I've just arrived. Go and tell them that I'll be there in a moment."

After finishing speaking, he muttered and fell asleep.

Kuranosuke Shiraishi is still a primary school student, but because of his outstanding talent, he was discovered by the Xiu coach of Sitenbao Temple and participated in the training of Sitenbao Temple in advance.

He is also the most active in the club on weekdays, but even he has nothing to do with this Maori senior.

In the end, he had no choice but to sigh helplessly and return to the training ground.

Baishi returned to the training hall in desperation, and Ah Xiu who was beside him slowly opened his eyes with a lazy look:
"Hey, what's the matter, Xiao Baishi, you've been beaten by Maori again? Hahaha..."

Kuranosuke Shiraishi rolled his eyes helplessly. In fact, he was frustrated, but he was just angry. Deep down in his heart, he was very envious of Senior Mori's talent.

The opponent's talent is much stronger than his.

It's a pity that Maori senior has such a high tennis talent, but he has been wasting his talent in vain, which annoys Shiraishi, who has always regarded training as his purpose.

But he is a junior after all, so he shouldn't treat his senior like this. After suppressing the anger in his heart, Kuranosuke Shiraishi said in confusion:

"Coach Axiu, why do you say that people with good talents are willing to spend time like this?"

"Oh, you envy other people's talents?"

"..."

Shiraishi didn't speak, but his expression had already written everything on his face.

After being silent for a long while, Ah Xiu stood up, patted the dust on his buttocks, gestured to Kuranosuke Shiraishi, and then walked forward.

Shiraishi didn't know what Asu meant, but he followed the other person's footsteps and walked into the coach's dormitory one after another.

"Coach Axiu, what is this, it's so heavy!"

"Hey, it's pure gold. By the way, Shiraishi, you'll keep it with you until you graduate."

"Uh……"

"This is all my property."

After finishing speaking, Ah Xiu walked towards the stadium without looking back, and casually waved his back to Baishi: "Then please, don't be discovered by anyone!"

"Ah, wait, Coach Xiu!"

Ignoring Shiraishi's panic and confusion behind him, Ashiu's eyes were extremely calm:
"Xiao Baishi, even if you continue to practice the basics, there is still a chance to surpass the genius, so work hard."

……

When the screen returned to Tokyo, it was already an hour later, and the youth finals had also ended.

Saeki Munehiko turned over and sat up on the lawn, at this time the sun had begun to set.

"Well, I actually fell asleep."

"Is the game over already? It seems that I missed it. Well, let's go home. There will be opportunities to meet in the future."

Patting the dead grass on his body, putting his tennis bag on his back, Zong Yan walked out along the park.

ps: This weekend, Shanxiu is at home, it’s too hot at noon, and I don’t want to go out, so let’s write a few more chapters.ask for your support

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