Net King: This player is backed by justice

Chapter 266 I want to meet that boy!

"The game is over, Qingxue wins! 3:0!"

Hyokui, one of last year's top four, was eliminated by the defending champion Qingxue in a sweep.

Although from the score point of view, it was Qingxue who crushed Hyokui, no one who watched the game would think Hyokui was weak.

It can only be said that Qingxue is too strong.

It's so strong that it's completely unreasonable.

"Great!"

"Won!"

"As expected of a minister!"

While everyone in Seigaku was cheering heartily, and Hyotei was silently digesting the bitterness of defeat, Jinguji Hikari slowly walked towards Atobe Keigo, who was standing unconscious.

"Hey, what does that guy want to do?"

Hikaruto, who was the first to discover that Jinguji Hikari's "intentions were evil", suddenly shouted nervously.

Jinguji Hikaru glanced at him speechlessly.

What can I do in the public eye? No, even if it’s not in the public eye, I won’t do anything, okay?

Jinguji Hikaru slowly walked up to Atobe Keigo, perhaps because of his own intimidation. Although the Hyotei people on the side kept warning him with their eyes, they only warned him with their eyes.

"My dear, you really passed out while standing, and your eyes are still open."

Jinguji Hikaru looked Atobe Keigo up and down seriously, and at the same time, he did not forget to wave his hands in front of Atobe Keigo's eyes.

He even took the time to ponder the relationship between Keigo Atobe's hands and the racket's power point and support point as he hit the ground.

There is only one thought in my mind - How can I not fall down like this!

"what are you doing?"

Ok?

As soon as Jinguji Hikari raised his head, he met Atobe Keigo's cold, proud, and a little disgusting eyes.

"Nothing, I just want to see if you really passed out."

Jinguji Hikaru couldn't help but admired: "If it's true, I think you have a talent."

"boring."

After Atobe Keigo said a cold word, he glanced at the scoreboard without any trace, then turned and walked towards the rest area.

Although I have already made a guess in my mind, I still won’t be reconciled if I don’t take a look for myself.

As if he had penetrated Atobe Keigo's little thoughts, Jinguji Hikaru said with a smile: "The last ball was a bit powerful."

Atobe Keigo ignored it and didn't even look back.

"Really, no wonder a guy once said that the winner always has nothing to say to the loser."

Oishi, who walked behind Jinguji Light, couldn't help but look weird when he heard this.

Could it be that there is a problem with your topic opening? Well, there is also a problem with the selection of the target, but the most critical thing is the timing.

"Hey, Dashi."

Jinguji Hikari turned around and smiled after seeing Dashi: "Let's go, let's find a place to celebrate properly."

Dashi, what am I here to do?

night.

"So, the only food in this country is barbecue?"

In a barbecue restaurant, Jinguji Hikaru complained helplessly.

Everyone couldn't help but feel dumbfounded when they saw Jinguji Hikaru, who had just finished ordering the barbecue with great pleasure, and now started to complain.

"There's nothing wrong with eating barbecue!"

"That's right, when it comes to celebrating, we have to eat barbecue."

"Beautiful, beautiful."

"Remember to dip it in the gravy."

Dashi interjected quietly.

"By the way Jinguji Hikaru, didn't you go abroad and didn't you get any delicious food?"

Kikumaru thought of this and looked at Jinguji Hikaru expectantly.

Even if you can’t eat it, it’s great to hear the description.

"It's delicious." Jinguji Hikaru couldn't help but fall into memories.

Kimchi from Kimchi Country, Burger from Wimbledon

"Do you like kimchi?"

Only then did everyone realize that the place Jinguji Temple went to didn't seem to have any delicious food worthy of praise.

Can you imagine that the most famous snack in a country is instant noodles?

"So what's the strength of foreign players?"

"Well, they are all high school students, but their abilities are only so-so. After all, even powerful countries don't want to host exchange competitions with us."

"Ah, is our country so weak?"

When everyone in Qingxue heard this, they didn't expect that Neon Country's team was so weak internationally, and they couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Jinguji Hikaru and Tezuka Kunimitsu looked at each other. They knew the specific situation, but there was no need to go into detail.

At this time, Coach Ryuzaki, who had not played for a long time, was happily enjoying his meal in the hotel.

She became more and more aware of the so-called benefits of lying flat.

As the team comes out to compete, there is no need to worry at all. The school provides more and more club funds, the results are getting better and better, and the team members respect themselves more and more.

(Coach Ryuzaki is still very serious and responsible when it comes to laying the foundation for first-year members.)

Jinguji Hikaru took Tezuka Kunimitsu and others out for a dinner. As a coach, she had to eat in the hotel in order to let them eat more easily.

"Oh my, it feels a bit luxurious to still enjoy these at such an old age."

Coach Ryuzaki looked at a table of exquisite food, his eyes gleaming, and he said something completely against his will.

Just when she was about to enjoy the delicious food, a phone call suddenly came over.

"Really, who is so disappointing?"

Coach Ryuzaki put down the knife and fork in his hand helplessly, then picked up his cell phone to take a look.

Some surprises, some surprises, and some nostalgia.

"Hey."

"Hey! Old lady! Long time no see!"

Listening to the familiar and uninflected voice on the phone, Coach Ryuzaki was stunned for a moment, then his brows slowly relaxed and his tone was gentle.

"Oh, it's you."

Immediately afterwards, his gentle expression turned into irritable, and his tone was impatient and full of warning!

"If you call me old woman again! I want you to look good!"

"Nanjiro!"

"Ahahahahaha, old lady, your temper is still as bad as ever, even though your Qingxue results are so good now."

The voice on the phone was still cheerful.

Coach Ryuzaki said impatiently: "Tell me, why are you calling me at this time?"

"Ah, it's nothing. Next year, my son will be old enough to go to junior high school. I plan to let him come back to Neon."

Coach Ryuzaki raised his eyebrows.

"what do you mean?"

"Well, originally I decided to let him go to Qingxue, but now I want to confirm something first."

"whats the matter?"

"There was a kid before who kept clamoring to surpass me."

Coach Ryuzaki’s eyes flashed.

"Are you talking about Jinguji? That's true. He won the championship you didn't win during your junior high school days."

"Hmph, I don't care about this kind of thing at all, okay? It's just a child's plaything."

Although it was true, Coach Ryuzaki was keenly aware of the slightest hint of dissatisfaction in Echizen Nanjiro's tone.

This guy has a fighting spirit in his bones.

"So, what are you calling about?"

"I want to meet that boy!"

(End of this chapter)