Net King: Obtain Kise Ryota’s ability at the beginning

"I really have yours, Coach Kurobe. He actually hid such a hand! Park

Deok, the head coach of the South Korean U-17 team, looked coldly at Kurobe on the side.

"I don't understand what you're talking about, Coach Park."

Kurobe took a sip of the black tea at the head of the table, and the leisurely appearance made Park Dekuai's heart angry.

"Hmph! But then you weren't so lucky!

Park De snorted coldly, and his words were full of confidence.

The water in the singles is very deep, and he believes that Kurobe must not be able to grasp it.

"Is it? Hopefully your players will be as hard as your mouth.

Kurobe chuckled, apparently not taking Park and the South Korean U-17 team players seriously.

The hardest doubles have already survived, and he is not worried about the rest of the singles.

Shuji Tanishima, Irie Sota has Kimuraji.

Kurobe believes these three will give the South Korean U-17 team a good drink.

Lee Sung-hyuk and Choi Young-joon, who returned to the ranks, were severely criticized by their master, Park Ji-yong.

Park Ji-yong believes that even if the opponent is a combination of homology, Lee Sung-hyuk and Choi Young-joon should not lose so badly.

It's a shame.

"The singles three matches of this Japan-Korea friendly match will start soon, and the players from both sides are invited to play."

Soon, the news of the start of the singles match came from the loudspeakers at the scene.

The first game began with a singles three-match match.

One of the South Korean U-17 team members stood up, but was quickly stopped by Park Ji-yong.

"Wait, this singles three substitutions, Quan Bao show you on."

Park Jiyong clasped his hands to his chest and said lightly.

Originally, they arranged for the No.10 player of the South Korean U-17 team to play in the third singles of this time, after all, they still have a little face.

But now, the doubles defeat has made Park Ji-yong angry.

He decided to give these nasty guys a little color to see.

And Jeon Bo-so is the No.3 of the South Korean U-17 team.

"Is it necessary to be so serious? There's really no way..."

Jeon Bo-so scratched his head, and he obediently agreed after seeing Park Jiyong's unquestioning eyes.

No way, who called Park Ji-yong is the No. 1 in their team.

If you disobey, the end will be very bad.

With a slight dissatisfaction in his heart, Jeon Bo-so decided to vent this dissatisfaction on the player who was waiting to be with him.

Can't you get Park Ji-yong and the second army of a small Japanese U-17 team?

"Sodo, it's time for you to play."

Tadashima gently pushed him into the river and pushed him out of the crowd.

In an instant, everyone's eyes noticed Irie.

“... Shuuji..." Irie

glanced at Tanishima without smiling, secretly calculating in his heart how to pay homage to Tanishima.

Tadashima smiled, not caring at all about Irie's threatening eyes.

After all, he was already used to it.

He even grimaced at Irie.

Such a childish side naturally made Kimuraji speechless for a while, but he was relieved to think that this person was a planting island.

Irie slowly came to the field, Quan Baoxiu searched in his brain, and soon found Irie's identity information.

He was impressed by Irie's baby face.

"I remember you were the No.20 of the Japanese U-17 team, right?"

Quan Baoxiu raised his eyebrows, and rubbed his chin with one hand.

Irigo also went to the river during the last Byeongwon expedition to South Korea, but he didn't play.

"Irie Soto, Japan U-17 team No.20, please advise."

Irie did not deny his identity, he smiled and stretched out his hand towards the other party.

"Jun Bo-so, the No.3 of the South Korean U-17 team, please advise more."

Jun Bo-so shook with Irie, and he began to look forward to this match.

The last time he was repaired by the No.3 of the Japanese U-17 team, the ghostly man made his heart still full of scars.

When I thought about it, I was so scared that I trembled.

Jeon Bo-so, who did not dare to face Oni Jujiro, saw Irie and his hatred was directly transferred to Irie.

He wants to take the river out of the breath and take a breath of evil qi.

"Positive or negative?"

He didn't care about Quan Baoxu's sudden malice into the river, and he put his racket on the ground with a smile.

Signal the other person to choose.

"The opposite."

Jeon Bo-so narrowed his aggressive gaze, and he decided to torture the other party well.

You can't frighten your prey.

Irie nodded and gently spun his hand.

Snap!

"It seems that my luck is still very good today."

Quan Baoxiu said with a slight smile.

It's just that the smile looks a little bit perverted.

"The match began, a tiebreaker, the serve of South Korean team Jun Bo-so."

......

When the whistle of the game sounded, the scene immediately fell silent.

The crowd of onlookers looked at Quan Baoxiu on the field with scrutinizing eyes.

They already knew from the conversation between Jeon Bo-so and Irieg just now that the other party was the No.3 of the South Korean U-17 team.

Although I don't know what the strength of the other party is, many of them know the strength of the NO.3 on their side.

Oni Jujiro.

Once the king of this training camp, the strength is absolutely unfathomable.

"NO.20 vs. NO.3, will it be too much of a loss?"

"Who knows? Do any of you know this one called Irie Sota?

"I'm not impressed..."

the surrounding players whispered.

The vast majority of them have no impression of Irie.

As for how Irie became the No.20, no one knows.

Because the only person in the know really didn't want to recall the painful past, he didn't mention it to anyone at all.

At that time, only the three of Kurobe witnessed through the footage of the surveillance camera.

Quan Baoxiu gently patted the tennis ball in his hand, and the terrifying figure couldn't help but appear in his mind.

The figure that Oni Jujiro left in Jeon Bao-so's mind gradually overlapped with Irie, and Jeonbo-so's gaze was suddenly filled with coldness.

His time for revenge has arrived.

Yikes!

At the moment the tennis ball was thrown, all parts of Quan Baoxiu's body tensed, and his arms held the racket and swung out quickly.

Bang!

A white lian suddenly appeared in the air, and Quan Baoxiu's angry blow immediately caused many people to exclaim.

Super-high speed serve.

Boom!

"Game, Quanbao Show, 15:0."

......

Irie glanced back behind him, and the mustard yellow ball shadow that was still beating restlessly told the fierceness of the ball just now.

Although the South Korean U-17 team ranks at the bottom of the world, the elites selected by gathering the strength of a country still have two brushes.