Kick me out of Qingxue, go to Bingdi to become a tennis mercenary

And the chaotic 15th court.

Kurobe suddenly felt dizzy.

After hesitating.

He pressed the open button for the training camp. "Just let him go like that??" Saitozhi couldn't believe it. "if not?"

"In the current u-17 training camp, the ghost has been seriously injured. Who else can stop him from leaving?"

"If you don't send this plague god away quickly, if you run to other stadiums, the consequences will be even more serious!"

Kurobe asked helplessly.

Both Saito Zhi and Tuo Zhilong were silent.

indeed.

Kurobe's approach has his consideration.

"Hurry up! Hurry up and notify the helicopter!"

"Send the ghost to the hospital!"

Kurobe ordered.

"understood."

Saitou nodded.

Inform the helicopter of this situation, which has happened once before.

But that was a year ago.

The ghost beat the always arrogant and defiant Byodoin to the ICU. Unexpectedly now.

Feng Shui turns.

Now it was the ghost's turn to be beaten to the point where he was sent to the ICU.

Life is really impermanent, the large intestine wraps the small intestine.

Two mature high school students are lying on the plank together.

soon.

Under the arrangement of the coaching staff.

The ghost medical team tried their best to stop the bleeding, and then was carried on a helicopter and flew to the hospital for emergency treatment.

Such an important thing happened in the training camp.

Kurobe bit the bullet and called the head coach.

Notify him.

Somewhere in the forest.

A dilapidated log cabin.

Outside the wooden house, three superimposed sailing boats were painted with red paint.

A bonfire burns.

The wood made a "crackling" sound.

Next to him, a fat man in a worn black martial arts robe picked up the wine gourd in his hand.

"Grumbling."

After taking a few sips of fine wine, drops of wine flowed from his lips, down his chin and down his neck.

"Wow!!! Great wine!!!"

The big fat man couldn't help but admire.

The light of the campfire shone on his face.

The appearance is clearly visible.

The image is scribbled.

Long, messy, shiny hair fell back.

A rough beard and beard covered half of his face.

You can also see his lush hand hair on his hands.

The whole person looks, 1',! 8"3!? 2"[-] like a down and out middle-aged man.

His name is Mifune, and he is the head coach of the u-17 training camp.

Jingling—in the cabin, the phone rang.

"whispering sound."

"What a disappointment."

"What happened to the trash in the training camp?"

Sanfuan Rudao was full of irritability, got up reluctantly, and walked into the dilapidated cabin.

Line connected.

"Hey, let the fart go, labor and management are still waiting to drink!"

silence.

It seemed to be listening to the voice on the other end of the phone.

a long time.

The roar of the three ships entering the Tao sounded.

"Trash! Idiot! The dignified u-17 training camp was overthrown by a junior high school student, who didn't even go to junior high school!"

"The ghost was seriously injured because of this!"

"The overall level of the training camp has dropped so much?!"

"Is it because your coaches are incompetent!! Or are all the rookies selected are idiots?!!!"

The roar of the three boats entering the road spread to the forest outside the cabin.

Suddenly startled a few birds.

"Notify Byodoin immediately!! Let him end his training!"

"Come back and sit in the u-17 training camp!"

"Otherwise there will be less ghosts, and there will be a lot of discussions soon!"

"At that time, all the rotten fish and rotten shrimps will rush to the court above No. 5!"

"Who will control the quality of the u-17's top players!"

"Ghosts are the gatekeepers of Court 5!"

"Responsible for checking the absolute strength of courts above No. 5!"

"If by then all the representatives selected from the World Championship are trash! Everything will be over!"

There was a hurried apology from the other end of the phone.

After hanging up the phone.

Mifune kicked the door of the wooden house away angrily.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't expect him to be furious just now.

"These self-proclaimed elite trainers."

"With a condescending stinky face, you need to scold severely to relieve your anger."

"Chen Fan..."

"It seems that this year's Junior High School has some amazing talents."

"Consider recruiting 50 junior high school students in this year's national competition."

"Maybe there will be unexpected surprises..."

While thinking about it, Mifune picked up the wine gourd and put it to his mouth.

070 Little brother!You will definitely be the next Echizen Minamijiro! 【2/4】

Huaao.

Ten o'clock at night.

Byodoin Temple and Duke Watanabe finished their day of challenging practice and returned to their respective hotels to rest.Dingling one by one hurried mobile phone ~ the ringtone rang.

Byodoin Temple, which was about to fall asleep, was awakened.

He frowned, listening to the ringtone and not being extremely irritable.

He reached out and picked up the phone on the bed to connect. "ah?"

"It's you trash coaches, hurry up and say what you want to say, the uncle is sleeping." "What?"

Byodoin suddenly opened his eyes, and the sleepiness just now was gone. "Chen Fan chose the entire u-17 training camp?"

"The ghost entered the ICU for rescue?" "When?"

"Coach Sanchuan wants me to return home immediately?"

"Understood." "Crack!" The phone hung up.

Byodoin's sleepiness was gone.

I can't calm down for a long time.

"You even beat up all the ghosts and entered the ICU for rescue." "It seems that your strength has not decreased but increased."

"It's really the same as before, acting in a publicity and lawlessness."

"I actually thought of going to the u-17 training camp to auction tennis balls..."

Byodoin gradually became helpless.