Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

Byodoin raised his brows, and immediately laughed: "Coach, shouldn't he let me lead those guys?"

It's not that he is arrogant. In today's u-17, except for Oni and Tanegashima, others are not in his eyes.

Irie and Tokugawa add up to be one.The former is because of strength, the latter because of talent.

Even Tokugawa doesn't look down on him, let alone a group of kiddos who have never been on the battlefield (World Championship).

The ghost shook his head and said, "Of course not. The head coach asked you to lead the members of the first field to play a game with the group of junior high school students."

"What?"

Rao is also stunned for a few seconds, and then said with a half-smile: "Are you sure? Or, are you going to take those little devils?"

"not me."

The other party's ridicule, the ghost doesn't care.Shaking his head, he turned and left the field.Looking at his back, Byodoin frowned tightly.

"It's not you, who else is there? Wait, could it be... him?!!"

Chapter [-] Finding the Difference

Center Court.

A face full of vigor, sweating in the sun.The racket was swung over and over, making mechanical movements with almost no effect.

Swing.

This is something that beginners must practice.

For the junior high school students, as the twenty best people in the country, swinging has long been the content of their time.But now, as if everything is starting from scratch, it is mandatory to practice ~ practice.

The difference is that the racket is a little heavier than it used to be -.

As a result, many people who lack strength have almost lost their strength now, but continue with persistence and unwillingness to grit their teeth.

"All right."

In front of the crowd, Tuozhi, who was wearing a gray-green vest, nodded with satisfaction: "The morning training is here. We will gather here at two o'clock on time. Now, disband!"

"Yes!"

The crowd responded in unison.

The coach has a bold personality and speaks volumes.Although they practiced them frantically during training, they did not have the mental calculation of Saito, and were more popular with them.

bump!

bump!

As soon as it was disbanded, several people collapsed.

"Good, very heavy racket."

Guanyue threw the racket away, sat on the ground disregarding his image, gasped for breath, and said, "The weight of this racket is at least 1.75 times that of a normal racket."

Liu and Gan are eliminated, and he and Niwang are the only ones who have studied data tennis here.Nioh is usually low-key, and Kirihara, who often molested, is eliminated, and he is quieter.

Guanyue has a deep research on data tennis, especially information.Although he was training, he also observed the situation of those high school students around him just now.

Recalling the situation just now, he shook his head and said, "Although there is an advantage in physical development, those high school students have too much power over us."

Ninja's eyes lit up next to him: "Could it be... the reason for training this?"

"It should be."

The Department of Trace nodded: "In those big clubs, professional coaches start with strength training. The equipment here is very advanced."

Everyone nodded.

Can get the affirmation of the Ministry, this u-17 equipment is absolutely the world's advanced level.And a day and a half of training also made them feel the changes in their bodies.

Muscle soreness, Achilles tendon itching.

It's a physical growth response, but in school tennis they often need three to five days of intense training to get to that point.

After a while, the head nodded and said, "Go, let's enjoy our lunch!"

"Great!"

Kikumaru jumped up instantly, sweeping away the sluggish state, and the whole person became extremely excited, "I want to eat strawberry cake, pizza, and oden, and..."

"Eiji."

Fuji shook his head with a wry smile: "After eating so much, what do you do with the afternoon training?"

"I don't care I don't care."

Kikumaru shook his head, his mind was full of food, big and small cakes.

"This is a starfruit, pineapple-flavored cake, this is... eh?"

The colorful fruit cake of the alarm clock flew towards him, but suddenly, his face froze: "This is... a cake with yellow peach flavor? Wait, it's not good!"

call out!

The next moment, a pale yellow shadow whistled and flew over.

"What a strong spin."