Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

on the field.

The youth with hair like arrows fell to the ground.

On the side, the face of the mushroom-headed youth with closed eyes changed greatly, and he quickly stepped forward to help him up: "Go, are you alright?"

"Lian Er, we were all wrong."

Gan said with a pale face: "The higher level of data tennis is not the output of data, but infinite possibilities."

"Oh?"

On the opposite side, Mitsugu, who was holding his hands, was a little surprised: "Can you see it? It's amazing."

For this compliment, Gan was not happy.

He shook his head to Liu and said, "Now we are not his opponents. In this game, we will lose [-]%. His database is a multiple of our total..."

Data tennis is basically the size of the data.

More in-depth, it is the size of the data volume under the same quality.

In contrast, Mitsugu, who has experienced more than a dozen world championships, is not comparable between the two in terms of the quality and quantity of data.

"give up?"

Mitsugu frowned slightly.

Ke Gan and Liu had no intention of fighting again. Seeing this, he couldn't help laughing: "It's a good choice."

Sometimes it's not shameful to admit defeat.

Doing it when you know you can't do it is not what the wise do.

"Well."

He put away the racket, pointed to the badge on the collar and said, "I will save this thing for you first, and when you think the time is right, you can challenge me at any time."

With that, he turned and left the field.

"A very powerful junior."

He couldn't help laughing when he remembered how Qian and Liu Fen didn't care about the competition. "It's just that it's still too young. If this kind of strength goes to the World Championship, it's just death."

He shook his head and headed towards center court.

but.

Just as he walked out of the jungle, a group of unfamiliar faces walked in front of him.What made Mitsugu's expression suddenly changed was the gleaming badges on the necks of these people.

"you……"

"Looks like they failed."

Fuji narrowed his eyes, then looked at Mitsugu, and said, "Senior, do you know what this thing is?"

amount……

Mitsugu is still a little bit lost.

Except for him, the other nine people were all defeated?In this way, the contest between the two people in the air is the one of the junior high school student who has the absolute advantage.

Thinking of this, he looked at Buer and said with a smile: "This thing... to some extent, it can be regarded as a gold medal for avoiding death."

Avoid death...gold?

Everyone looked at each other.

Even if it was the other way around, he didn't understand what the other party was saying.

"All right."

Sanjingu smiled and said, "Your companions are still inside, go and bring them back."

After speaking, he left.

"Now, I seem to understand the purpose of the entry coach."

Mitsugu's heart moved, and his eyes became sharp: "This is not a special training for those junior high school students, but a real revolution."

The real winner lives, the loser dies.

at the same time.

Center Court.

Shiraishi, who had finished the morning run, arranged the competition among junior high school students while organizing the qualifying exchange.

Sudden.

He raised his head as if he was feeling it, and looked westward.

There.

A young man with blond hair and double pockets with a tennis bag on his back stopped and looked over here.

crackle!

The eyes of the two were intertwined.