Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

"Ah."

Shiraishi nodded and said, "It seems that she has already studied Senior Jundao and Senior Daqu."

head coach.

In the world of The Prince of Tennis, the level of portrayal by the head coach is definitely not as good as the handsome princes.But in tennis matches, especially team matches, the head coach is definitely an existence that cannot be ignored.

This is also the reason why everyone in U-[-] is reluctant to be the team leader.

This is not a national competition, like Yukimura or Tachibana, you just need to know a little bit.The leader of the world representative must have the means and prestige to control his own players.

The current Shiraishi is barely up to the mark.

"Just wait and see."

Shiraishi frowned slightly, his eyes closely watching the changes on the court.

"Game start."

After a simple exchange and warm-up, the referee looked in the direction of England, and the tall figure said, "Terris, the representative of the England team, serves, the game is over!"

Round robin, one win. (In the comics, it was once said that it was three sets and two wins, but this was not the case in the later games. I guess Xu Fei was too lazy to draw, so I simplified it here.)

"Haha."

Holding the tennis ball, the burly Anglo-Saxon laughed heartily. Compared with his palm-like palm, the tennis ball was like a chicken, and it seemed that it would shatter with a little force.

"Japanese guys, don't think you can get out of here."

Tris opened his mouth, his voice was dull like a roar of a beast, he stared at Junjima opposite, grinning showing his white teeth: "Let's start with you."

call!

The voice fell.

He threw the tennis ball in his hand high, and then, his entire body slammed back, his body flexibility was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"Margo..."

There was an excited expression on Tris' face, and the muscles in his right arm were constantly expanding, and the whole person was like a huge cannon.

"Cannon!"

Swish!

next moment.

The racket slammed down and collided violently with the tennis ball that fell in the air.

boom!

As if a comet hit the earth, the tennis ball turned into a crimson red enveloped by a rolling heat wave after being subjected to a huge impact force, and flew out violently.

Mag Cannon!

Chapter [-] The mighty England team

boom!

The red flames swallowed Kimishima in an instant.The terrifying aftermath wafted through the air, making the people around them unable to open their eyes.

"15-0!"

The referee's voice came out.

After a long time, people just saw that the clothes were rattling in the tumbling air waves, and the whole person kept the Kim Island ready for action.

"This……"

Jiazhi and the others were startled at first, and then their expressions became solemn.For the ball just now, Kimishima couldn't even react.

"Mag Cannon!"

Mitsugu also said with a dignified expression: "The tall Triss not only has excellent strength, but also has good skills. There are even rumors that he has some kind of powerful ability."

"ability?"

Yuan Zhe next to him asked curiously.

"Ah."

Mitsugu nodded and said somewhat uncertainly: "I just heard what others said, this Tris was originally a boxer, but one time he maimed his opponent in the ring and was cancelled by the British Boxing Association as a boxer. Qualifications.

After that, Tris was silent for a long time until he met Evelyn, the current England head coach, and turned to tennis.With his strong physique and unparalleled sense of hitting, he quickly occupies the representative ranking of England's U-17. "

Evelyn!

Is that the head coach again?

After listening to Mitsugu's explanation, everyone's eyes turned to the opposite, the woman with Erlang's legs crossed.

"Good job, Ben."

The corners of the woman's mouth twitched slightly, revealing a graceful arc.Under the sunglasses, in those azure blue eyes, there was a flash of light.

"It's their loss for boxing to give up on you. Put the pressure on them again with a victory and prove your unparalleled talent."

She is like a wise man in a high position overlooking the chess game.With a slight flick of the thread in his hand, he placed the opponent in a suitable sniper position.