Net King: My Black Basket Template

Chapter 21 Respective training (Part )
  Tokyo, Adachi Ward.

The cornices are upturned, the green tiles, red lights and whitewashed walls.

There are several evergreen pines and cypresses in front of the hall, and across the stone gate, there are rockeries and towering rocks.

In this prosperous city where every inch of land is at a premium, it is rare to find such an elegant Chinese-style building.

However, this is not an attraction, but a table tennis hall.

Tap tap tap tap
  Ping Pong Pong!

The sound of rapid footsteps and the crisp sound of the racket hitting the ball.

In the center of the building, in a modern enclosed arena, these sounds sounded one after another.

Dozens of ping-pong tables are neatly arranged, and the bright incandescent lights overhead illuminate the room.

"Ping Ping!"

The table tennis ball was pulled out in a sharp curve. The pale yellow shadow touched the blue table for a moment, and then immediately bounced violently.

The dark blue-haired boy's pupils shrank, and the ball shadow quickly grew larger in his eyes.

Tread!

He quickly stepped back and blocked forward with the clap in his right hand.

The next moment, there was only a "bang" sound, and the ping-pong ball flew into the sky and disappeared.

It's not too different from tennis.
  Touching the grainy surface of the racket with his fingers, Ibu Fukaji felt confused.

"continue.

Pay attention to adjusting the way you return the ball. "

The man on the side spoke in time.

"Yes, Coach Lin!"

The man's voice was not loud, but Itake Shinji immediately returned to training the moment he finished speaking.

This pressure is simply more oppressive than facing Senior Yuki.

Itake Fukaji held his breath and carefully looked at Coach Lin standing next to him with his peripheral vision.

Wearing a light green shirt, his black hair was meticulously combed, he had a Chinese character face, his eyebrows were raised like swords, and his sharp eyes were sharp.

At this moment, his sharp gaze was meeting his own.

hiss~
  Ibu Fukaji's heart suddenly trembled and he didn't dare to look anymore, but Coach Lin's message couldn't help but emerge in his heart.

Coach Lin, whose full name is Lin Fanlong.

Hailing from the mainland across the ocean, he is a professional table tennis player with extremely strong strength.

Unlike other professional players, he is a professional player who has successfully fought in the country known as the strongest table tennis player. He has experienced countless blood and fire, and his gold content is far superior to others.

He won countless awards, and it was not until he retired that he became a coach, and then was hired with a high salary to come to Tokyo.

Although he is no longer at his peak, his strength is still terrifying and astonishing.

Itake Fukaji once saw Coach Lin pierce the racket with a ball, and black smoke was rising from the edge of the hole.

The domineering power is simply unstoppable.

Yuki Satoru also met Coach Lin by chance, and only then had the opportunity to entrust Ibu Fukaji to him.

After all, table tennis is also called tennis on the table, and the application of many skills can be extended to tennis.

And compared to tennis, table tennis will pay more attention to the rotation of the ball, which will be of great help to Itake Fukaji's future tennis career.

"Yousuke Fukai, give him a round slap later.

If you lose points, you practice an extra basket of balls after the end. "

Coach Lin withdrew his gaze and said with a majestic face to the people competing against Itake Fukaji.

"Okay, coach."

When the young man named Yosuke Fukai heard this order, his eyes suddenly changed when he looked at Itake Fukaji.

"Jie Jie Jie!"

For the next whole day, Ibu Fukaji spent the whole day under the attack of violent wind and rain.

"I'm so used to it, my body feels so heavy."

Kamio Akira jumped on the spot twice with all his strength, but he couldn't jump very high. His whole body was pulled by a force.

"Yuki-senpai, do I really have to wear these things to compete with others?"

He tightened the weight-bearing wristbands on his hands and feet. The feeling of being restrained all over his body made him very uncomfortable, and his face was full of reluctance.

"Can you not wear this?"

"No."

Before Kamio Akira's request could be uttered, Yuki Satoru refused loudly, without giving him a chance.

“During the special training period, except for taking a shower, these weights cannot be removed from your body.

otherwise."

He looked at Kamio Akira with a meaningful smile.

And he completed the half sentence he had not finished in his mind.

‘Otherwise, when He Qian learns the preparation of Qian juice later, you will be the first to be the guinea pig. ’

"understood!"

Although he didn't know what the punishment would be, Kamio Akira felt chills and nauseated looking at that smile, and he quickly raised his hands to express surrender.

"As long as you know, come with me."

Yuuki Satoru nodded with satisfaction, and then walked towards the street tennis court where he used to come. Kamio shook his head, shaking off the inexplicable feeling of nausea, and quickly caught up with Yuki Satoru.

"Senior Yuuki, there is one more thing I don't understand."

"You said."

"Why do you have to take me alone while everyone else goes to the special training place by themselves?"

Kamio Akira was puzzled, and then made a bold guess.

"Could it be that you have seen my hidden talents and are planning to make me the deputy director of the tennis club?"

Click.

Yuuki Satoru stopped and took a deep look at Oaki.

"I'm following you to protect you."

After saying that, he quickened his pace and did not intend to continue explaining.

"Protect me?" Akira Kamio muttered softly.

"I'm so uneasy."

Street tennis court.

Many people gather here to play tennis.

"Brother Yuki, long time no see."

Seeing Yuki Satoru's figure, Kimura Hiroshi, who was playing basketball, also quickly paused the game.

"Long time no see." Yuki Satoru responded with a smile.

More than half a year ago, he once swept this field with one versus seven, and used his strength to conquer Kimura Hiroya, who was defeated by him.

Since then, Yuki Satoru has occasionally come here to practice ball.

After going back and forth, the two of them became familiar with each other.

"Do you want a fight?"

Kimura Hiroya looked at Yuuki Satoru with burning eyes, and his heart was full of fighting spirit.

After entering high school, his strength has improved a lot. If he returns to junior high school, he will definitely be a good player in all competitions.

"No, I'm just here to help people lead the way.

He was the one looking for someone to compete with. "

Yuuki Satoru shook his head and pointed at Kamio Akira next to him.

"Hello, senior, please give me your advice!"

Hearing the sound, Kamio Akira immediately walked forward and said hello obediently.

"Easy to say, easy to say." Kimura Hiroya patted his head honestly, and then said with a teasing smile towards Yuuki Satoru.

"They are much more polite than you were back then."

"Is it polite? He said-"

Hearing this, Yuki Satoru showed a strange expression, but after looking at Kamio Akira, he seemed to have something to hide, and finally swallowed the words back.

Seeing Yuuki Satoru like this, Kimura Hiroya's curiosity was aroused.

"what did he say?"

"No, you will be angry if I tell you."

"It doesn't matter, just say it."

Did I say anything? Akira Kamio, who was standing aside, was filled with questions.

At this time, Yuki Satoru seemed to have made up his mind and spoke slowly.

"He said he wanted to fight ten of you!"

"Clam?"

"what?"

As soon as he finished speaking, two surprises sounded at the same time.

The former is Kimura Hiroya, who has a somewhat stiff expression on his face, and the latter is Kamio Akira, who suddenly understands what it means to protect oneself.

"He said you were too weak and it was too easy one-on-one. He could fight ten of you one by one."

Yuki Satoru continued to hit the target.

At this time, Kimura Hiroya's expression had completely changed. He moved his wrists, looked at Kamio Akira with ferocious eyes, and sneered again and again.

"Kid, do you know the price of provoking us?"

"I him. You.
  "Listen to my explanation"

Kamio looked panicked and didn't know where to place his hands.

"Please be sure to find the ten most powerful people." Yuki Satoru added more fuel to the fire and a handful of firewood.

When Kimura Hiroya walked to the court aggressively to pull people, Yuki Satoru leaned next to the ear of the god, the poor, the weak, the helpless, and Akira.

"Remember, you can't take off your weight."

The atmosphere at the street tennis court became particularly lively today, and Kamio Akira's special training officially began.

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