Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

In the stands, Irie's face changed suddenly, and he shouted: "Tokugawa, get out of the way."

what?

Tokugawa was startled, and immediately lowered his head to see the traces of the completely shattered black hole.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball was like an arrow from the string, crushing directly at his racket.

boom!

Hearing a loud bang, Tokugawa was knocked out by the tennis ball.However, at the critical moment, he instinctively protected his body with a racket.

However, he was still in a coma.

"Sure enough, it's still too early."

In front of the monitor screen, Kurobe shook his head and sighed.Immediately, the words Tokugawa were crossed out on the two names that were originally tangled.

Looking at the slightly unfamiliar name, he sighed softly, "Hopefully, you can surprise me."

Chapter [-] The Return of the First Army

In the early morning, the sun shines on the entire u-17 training base.

On the field, some figures were faintly shaking.They were doing morning exercises, and many of them were still black jackets on the mountain.

"Ahh~"

On the runway, Yano yawned, looked at the front with confused eyes, shook his head and said, "Deputy Minister, I really don't know what you think, today is a rare vacation opportunity."

"Be serious with me."

Tsuga said in a deep voice, there was a bit of worry between his brows, he didn't sleep well last night.Because he always felt that Saito's words yesterday afternoon did not seem so simple.

Strangely, when he woke up this morning, he found that all three of Baishi were gone.He could understand Shiraishi and Yuan Tetsu, but that guy Mouri, after a few days of contact, Tsuga knew that he was a complete lazy person.

If it is not necessary, he will not take the initiative to go out to train.

"Okay, I see."

Yano said weakly, he suddenly envied Minazawa and Fujinomiya, and sneaked out with foresight.

"Is the show about to start?"

In the center court, in the small black room on the second floor, Kurobe supported his chin with both hands, and his eyes swept over the silhouettes of people who appeared in every necessary place, the remote stadium.

"What do you think?"

Suddenly, a voice came from beside him, it was Saito.

"Is there anything to look at?"

Kurobe shook his head, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "This training base is originally a strong prey for the weak. It's like putting a group of beasts in a closed place, biting each other, and the strongest one is left. Only."

Saito nodded and asked with a smile, "Then who do you think will be the strongest?"

"The Court of Equality."

Without thinking, Kurobe replied, seeing the difference on Saito's face and Takushu who stopped next to him, he said: "Yesterday's match, Byodoin defeated DS Kuzonev, the world ranking high school student. The thirty-fifth polar bear."

"what?"

Saito was surprised.

That is the world ranking of high school students. From its appearance to the present, there has been no mistake. It is a very authoritative ranking.But if they remember correctly, Byodoin's ranking seems to be only [-]th, right?

"how is this possible!"

Even Tuozhi was very moved.

If this is the case, then the ranking of Byodoin may be able to increase by [-] more and rush into the top [-] in the coming year.

even……

Takuji and Saito looked at each other, their pupils shrank.

If Byodoin can rush into the ranking that has been monopolized for nearly ten years, then the Japanese team may not need to play in the knockout rounds next year.

"and!"

Saito suddenly regained his senses. He stared at Kurobe and was slightly excited: "Next year, the old man will definitely send the ghost classmates out. In that case, we may, maybe..."

Top sixteen!

Even the top eight!

He is a little confused, but it is the expectation of Japanese tennis brought about by more than ten years of work.At this moment, as if touching the lead, it exploded completely.

"think too much."

However, Kurobe remained calm, looking at the figure shaking on the screen.The young men wearing distinctive coats who walked in from the side door, chuckled lightly, "The show is about to begin."

And this moment.

In the urban area of ​​Tokyo, on the road with the u-17 training base, a bus with the words 'Japan' printed on it was driving slowly.

"Unfortunately, I lost in the end."