Pirate's Copy

6-0.

This is a very obvious and embarrassing number. Who is zero and who is embarrassed.

Jiang Chuanzhuo felt that he hadn't even broken a sweat yet, so why was the game over?

Serving at speeds of up to 250 hours per hour, hitting returns at speeds exceeding 200 hours per hour, and even half volleys, how could such a tennis player exist!

Isn't he really an inhumane?

The racket in Jiang Chuan's hand fell, and he looked stunned. He turned to look at Maruo Eiichiro, with a little bit of jealousy in his eyes.

If he had met Kirihara-senpai first, he would definitely be better than Chi Shuang'er!

When he saw Natsu whispering in Maruo Eiichiro's ear again, his jealousy escalated to a higher level. He had excessive gastric acid secretion and was in a trance.

"Do you want to continue? Come up and compare with different styles?"

Kirihara holds the racquet with one hand and looks very arrogant, which is quite in line with his youthful appearance.

"Is it okay? I want to try."

After hearing Kirihara's words, the remaining seeded players began to argue about who should be the next challenger.

Bang bang!

Coach Miura clapped his hands to stop their noise. If Kirihara was offended, it would be a big loss for him to leave directly.

Originally, he was still thinking about whether to wait for Kirihara-senpai to come to STC and hire him as a coach here with a high salary. Now it seems that it is impossible to do it. After all, his age is there, and he With such unparalleled strength, as long as he gets involved in professional tennis, he will become famous in at least one game.

"Um, Kirihara-senpai, how did you agree to teach Eiji tennis?"

Natsu, who was a little nervous, was very curious. Generally strong people have their own pride. How did a person like Kirihara get involved with Eiichiro?

Others also showed appropriate expressions of curiosity. Even the members of other clubs had heard about Eiichiro's efforts. Not to mention other things, it could be seen from the piles of notebooks in the tennis bag.

"That's the question."

Kirihara scratched his head, and then showed a confident smile, "I think I saw the shadow of my past in him. Because he lost the game, he practiced crazily and didn't stop until he was exhausted."

Thinking back to the beginning, before joining the dimensional chat group, Kirihara Akaya basically failed miserably every day. There were endless training and double meals. Occasionally, a day of normal training was like a rest in his eyes.

Therefore, Kirihara admired Eiichiro's tenacity in the memory copy.

Otherwise, he would actually come over to see Eiichiro when he was full. If he could improve the strength of his members, he could simply extract the tennis skills he currently possesses and give them to Eiichiro. This kind of skill is not worth a few points anyway.

You know, he came to this world with a great wish.

Rikkai University Affiliated High School has now become the holy land of tennis in the world of Prince of Tennis. After Eiichiro joined the chat group and found out that he was also from Kanagawa, Kirihara wanted to make Eiichiro the number one in their world, and then let him Kanagawa became the tennis mecca of that world.

Although not as big as Li Hai, it is still exciting!

"Like you?"

Araya looked at Eiichiro in surprise. He also went to watch the battle with Obayashi. After all, he was a rising star that the STC members said was attracting much attention, although in the end he was considered a rookie.

How could this guy look so similar to the world-level powerhouse in front of him?

"I'm not lying to you." When he saw the disbelief on everyone's faces, Kirihara just spread his hands without explaining, "Okay, since Eiichiro invited me to come and visit STC, let me come and see it. Let’s look at your STC’s training.”

Seeing that no other player came up to challenge, Kirihara stood next to coach Miura with a tennis racket. Because of his words, everyone began to train in full swing.

Return running, long-distance running, short sprint...

After a series of training that was tiring to watch, several big seeds from Kanagawa began to pair up and prepare for battle training.

"Wait a minute!"

Kirihara immediately stopped. He looked at the coach of the STC club with surprise in his eyes.

"Is this the amount of training?"

Not as good as half the size of Li Hai!

Compared to him personally, it’s not even one-tenth!

"This is a warm-up training. If you are too tired, the players' skills will be deformed and the training effect will not be achieved."

Coach Miura explained softly on the side. He saw the surprise and helplessness in Kirihara's eyes, and immediately understood that although the boy in front of him was young, his training volume might be astonishing!

"You don't push yourself to the limit and you still want to grow? No wonder Eiichiro will surpass you in the future."

Kirihara had a smile on his face, but he cursed secretly in his heart.

"Go on, go outside, go around the venue, start with ten laps. The last one, two more laps, the medical team will follow. If anyone can't hold on, they will be carried away directly."

Kirihara directly took over Coach Miura's authority and led all the sweating and roughly dressed tennis players outside.

To be honest, doing intense exercise indoors is not a good choice. After all, the outdoor air is fresher and people will not feel tired so quickly.

A group of people began to run around the venue. Jiang Chuan, who was the most physically fit, ran at the front, and was one lap ahead of the elementary school members at the back.

"This is not good. Just running can't improve your skills much." At some point, Kirihara started running beside them. Unlike Egawa and others who started to pant after running two or three laps, Kirihara's face did not turn red. Not out of breath, but still holding a tennis racket in his hand and hitting the ball!

"Everyone in Group A, take out your tennis rackets and start running and throwing the ball. If the ball falls, pick it up and continue. Don't let the juniors behind you see the joke."

Kirihara shouted coldly, and Egawa and others took out their tennis rackets and started hitting the ball without saying a word. In an instant, the formation spread. UU Reading www.uｕａｓ.net Many people were in a hurry because of the ball falling.

"Rong'er, this Kirihara-senpai is so rigorously trained."

Natsu bounced the ball and came to Eiichiro's side panting. She had almost injured her foot when a ball dropped by a female student just now.

When Eiichiro saw Natsu who was extremely tired, he could only respond with a smile. He also felt that he was at his limit now, but there were still three laps left before the end!

The last person will be punished by two extra laps. When all the members of Group A start to bump the ball, the juniors behind are already catching up!

Coach Miura crossed his arms and his face was unusually dull. He did not stop Kirihara's training, but felt that he had been too lenient with them before.

After all, under such high-intensity training, seed players such as Ekawa Tomo, Araya, and Miyagawa actually kept up with Kirihara!

It seems that this "senior" is really capable!

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