Tennis: Ice Emperor, Keigo Jibe!

Half-step world-class ball skills – ice blast.

With four days to go until school started, the Ministry of Traces played against Don Wells every day.

Through actual combat competitions, the ice explosion is constantly improved.

However, there is still an insurmountable gap between half-step world-class and truly world-class.

It is not so easy to break this shackle in a short time.

Yakuzu three, these days also have no salted fish.

After discussing with my family, I want to go to school and enter the Ice Emperor.

I was so painful and happy every day that the Ministry of Traces had arranged.

………

Kanagawa Prefecture, Kamakura Tennis Club.

Yukimura and Sanada remember the shame of losing miserably to Jibu.

Turn grief and anger into strength, and train hard.

Almost every day, from darkness to darkness, training until dark.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

From time to time, the two will also verify the success of training, and tennis will continue to fly back and forth on the court.

It’s been almost a month since the end of the elementary school tennis tournament.

Under such high-intensity training, Yukimura and Sanada have grown up a lot.

Especially Yukimura.

Once you enter the realm of selflessness, you will no longer be blocked from the national level.

All aspects of ability can be compared to ordinary national players.

Sanada successfully stepped from the elite level of Kanto to the peak of Kanto.

Under the outbreak, it also has the strength to compete with ordinary half-step national players.

It is even more after its swiftness like the wind and its aggression like fire.

Comprehended it Xu Rulin, not moving like a mountain.

It is like a forest, and it uses powerful ball cutting to dissolve various spins.

Liu Lianji has commented on this trick, and any skill will fail when it encounters “Lin”.

Not moving like a mountain, just like the name.

Amazing defenses that cannot be shaken.

Unless the strength can completely crush Sanada, it will be difficult for the same level to break the immovable defense in a short time.

It took nearly twenty days for Sanada to perfectly control his Xu Rulin and immovable mountain.

It’s all a little unbearable.

In Sanada’s opinion, the wind forest volcano made a move, and the trace department would definitely not be able to stop it.

It was only when he met with Jibu again that Sanada realized how ridiculous his idea was.

“Okay, it’s over.”

Swing your racket and easily hit a super-high-speed return ball.

Yukimura waved his hand and said to Sanada.

“Hmm.”

Sanada nodded, picked up the tennis ball, and put it in the tennis bag.

The two sat on chairs and drank water and took a short break.

Facing the sunset, his expression was not very calm.

“School is about to start.”

Sanada couldn’t hold back and took the initiative to speak.

Yukimura nodded, his eyes sharp.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

For many people, entering elementary school to junior high school is nothing more than a change of environment.

For the old life, nothing has changed.

But for Yukimura and Sanada, the meaning is different.

This is their chance to start a new chapter in their lives.

They want to join the Lihai University Tennis Club, with the goal of defeating the Ministry of Traces and winning the national championship.

Step by step, firmly moving forward.

Thinking of the traces, Yukimura and Sanada couldn’t help but shadow in their hearts.

The heart suddenly accelerated, the hands and feet were weak, and the spirit was in a trance.

The fear of being dominated by Keigo Jibe could not be forgotten by Yukimura and Sanada.

It can be said that defeating Keigo Jibe is the obsession shared by Yukimura and Sanada.

“Let’s start our path to strength by defeating Keigo Jibu!”

With eyes like torches, Sanada and Yukimura looked at each other with emphasis.

………..

At the same time, a private school in the beautiful country.

“You have the ability, you go to the Ministry of Traces, find us for what kind of tantrums!”

On a tennis court, a white teenager fell all over the ground, angrily scolding a tall boy in front of him.

“Hmph, do you need to say? I will definitely defeat the Ministry of Traces! ”

The tall boy, hearing the name of the trace, obviously had a look of anger on his face.

“Shoichi Yoshida, you are also here with us.”

“When the Ministry of Traces is there, you are like a dog.”

The white boy was still snorting and mocking, and Shoichi Yoshida was going crazy.

As a rich second generation in neon, Yoshida originally went wherever he went, and he was a presence that attracted everyone’s attention.

As a result, Yoshida was completely ignored because of the emergence of the Jibu.

Even the proudest tennis team, three months after he started practicing tennis, was no longer an opponent.

Now, the white teenager is satirizing himself again and again.

Shoichi Yoshida clenched his fists in anger, wanting to inflict violence.

At this time, a butler grabbed Shoichi Yoshida.

“Young master.”

“After Keigo returned to China, he chose to study at the Ice Emperor Academy.”

“And it is expanding the size of the ice emperor tennis club, as if preparing for the neon national middle school tennis tournament.”

“Recently, a lot of money has been spent to upgrade the tennis equipment of the Ice Emperor to a level comparable to the U17.”

“In addition, all the teenagers who showed their talent in primary school have been invited to enroll by the Ice Emperor.”

When the butler’s words fell, Yoshida Shoichi snorted coldly: “He wants to win the national championship, do I agree?” ”

“How is the matter of applying for admission to youth studies?”

Shoichi Yoshida asked directly.

“Junior, everything is done.”

“Coach Ryuzaki promised that as long as you join the youth school, regardless of age, you will be directly selected, and you will be the head of the tennis department.”

“Good.”

Yoshida Shoichi nodded with satisfaction: “Prepare as soon as possible, I want to return to Japan before school starts.” ”

Without hesitating for a moment, Yoshida ordered.

“Yes, young master.”

The butler left, and Shoichi Yoshida left, not caring about the white boy lying on the ground.

There is no point.

His greatest goal is to defeat the Trail and wash away his shame.