Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

Looking at the tennis ball that turned an arc in mid-air and smashed into his face, Kikumaru's face was sweating, "However, this level is not enough for me!"

He gritted his teeth and turned around, his body suddenly turned sideways, and at the moment when the tennis ball hit him, his body was in the shape of an arch bridge, avoiding the dangerous blow.

"what?"

In the distance, a surprised voice came: "The reaction speed is not slow, and the body is very flexible. No wonder they can defeat the pro-males."

"Who?"

Ishida Yin shouted loudly, and the momentum suddenly erupted.

The other junior high school students also looked in that direction with a wary expression, and the racket and tennis ball in Tezuka's hands couldn't help but squeeze a little.

"Nice mood."

I saw a moustache in a coat and a thin man with a tuft of yellow hair on his head walking down the steps.The former has a broad face and a flat forehead, with a calm appearance, steady steps during walking, and a rather strong body.

The other is slender like a bamboo pole with a pinch of yellow hair. At first glance, this shape makes people smile.Obviously, the ball just now was played by this person.

"Meeting for the first time, the little ghosts of junior high school students."

Mustache is not much older than everyone, but with an old-fashioned tone, he treats them as little devils.The arrogance made many people in the junior high school feel a little uneasy.

"Who are you?"

Akibu responded with a sneer.

This kind of putting on airs and posturing, he has seen a lot.He had seen the real big man, how could he be frightened by a word or two from the stranger in front of him.

"The response was good."

The thin yellow-haired man glanced at him unexpectedly: "No wonder, that idiot Jinxiong will be driven away by you."

Pro male?

Everyone looked at each other.

They don't remember that they have played against someone called Jinxiong.However, looking at the appearance of the other party, it is probably just looking for a place.

Seeing the reactions of these people, the thin yellow-haired man frowned and said directly: "My name is Matsudaira Kinyan, the Matsudaira Kinohung who was defeated by you yesterday is my younger brother."

"Defeat? No."

In the crowd, Feng of Ice Emperor was puzzled and said, "Yesterday those people saw that we got the ball and left immediately."

"what?"

Song Ping's face changed slightly, and he whispered: "What's the matter, didn't you say when you came, did you use this reason?"

Even U-17s are not allowed to compete without authorization.

However, it is enough to have a famous teacher.His younger brother was beaten, and as the elder brother, he came to help out. Although he was suspected of bullying the small, he would be lighter when he was punished by the coach.

But now, things are completely different from what they expected.

"what is the relationship."

Moustache's eyes flashed, and the racket in his hand pointed at Ajibu in front of him, and sneered: "Anyway, we are here to find fault!"

Chapter [-] The One Who Can Call Them

Door-to-door provocation?

Everyone looked at the two in front of them in amazement.

This is the master of the u-17?

Or, after receiving the training of those few coaches, they will become like this?

Everyone murmured in their hearts, but no one moved on their faces.

Those with poor strength, like Kadowaki Go, Nan Kenjiro and others, dare not act rashly.On the other hand, Yukimura, Tezuka, etc., are secretly calculating, guessing the real purpose of the other party's trip.

"Hello."

Seeing that no one stood up, Matsudaira became anxious: "You guys should react a little bit? This is u-17! Shouldn't the people who come here be all bloody and aggressive?"

bloody?

momentum?

The corners of everyone's mouth twitched.

If a bloody and aggressive person is like you, we would rather have less of this quality.

However, some people still stood up.

"Is it going to be a game?"

Sanada, wearing a peaked cap, stood up. He raised his head and stared at Matsudaira: "If the coach allows me, I don't mind playing with you."

"Yo?"

Songping's eyes lit up.

Someone finally stood up, and he didn't have to continue to perform hard.It's just that when he met Sanada's gaze, he couldn't help but sigh.

This look...