The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

Soon, the semester ended and the holidays were celebrated in all secondary schools.

The Junior Trials also confirmed the shortlist.

For the Japan-U.S. Goodwill Junior Tennis Tournament that came early.

The Honmoto Youth Selection Base also gathers outstanding seeded players from the Kanto region.

On the bus, Kirihara Chiya looked left and right.

The jackal Kuwabara calmly reminded.

“Akaya, don’t look, Sanada won’t come.”

Fumita Marui blew a big bubble.

Leaning against the window, looking at the pedestrians outside, muttered.

“You say, what kind of place is that U17?”

“I heard that in addition to Sanada, Akaji of Temitsu was also chosen.”

A group of people chattered, and the car quickly drove into the venue.

Head coach Ryuzaki Pansy has arrived early.

Behind him, Aoi Hanamura held up his glasses and said leisurely.

“I didn’t expect that this year’s U17 would be in such a hurry for junior high school students to train so early, and I heard that Coach Ryuzaki recommended Echizen Ryoma.”

Ryuzaki did not answer Aoi Hanamura’s question head-on.

“Coach Mushen should have sent the Traces Department.”

Mu Shen answered, only as if he was replying.

Looking at the entire Ice Emperor, naturally only the traces can be regarded as reaching the threshold of U17.

Meanwhile, inside the U17 training grounds, a group of high school students were gathering together to whisper.

“Eh, have you heard, those junior high school students will be coming in a while.”

“What? Are there really middle school students joining our training, and can they hold on? ”

“Leave him alone, anyway, he will give us the bottom at that time.”

“That’s right, hahaha…”

The laughter of everyone had not stopped, and suddenly a low and serious voice was heard from behind.

“Excuse me, how to get to the main stadium?”

The high school student who was gossiping turned around sharply and saw several people in different uniforms standing together.

Looking at the height, there is no doubt that he is a middle school student.

One of the brown-haired high school students scoffed.

“Look, those who are not afraid of death have come.”

Several other high school students also gathered around, looking at the junior high school students who suddenly appeared.

Sanada Kenichiro, who had just asked, pressed the brim of his hat, and under it, a pair of eyes glowed with a dark light.

Keigo Jibe put one hand in his trouser pocket and looked around, his tone relaxed.

“It seems that the facilities here are not bad, better than Uncle Ben expected.”

After saying this, he looked sideways at Akaji, who was standing next to him.

His tone narrowed slightly and asked.

“Akaji, I heard that you are studying business and industry, and Uncle Ben thought you didn’t have time to play tennis.”

Seijuro Akaji glanced at Keigo Jibe lightly.

This trace is as self-evident as ever.

The same chaebol young master, is it only he who has time to play tennis?

Kintaro Toyama sprang to the front.

He stood in front of Akaji with a smile on his face.

“Brother Chifa, it’s you, it’s Kintaro Toyama!”

As he spoke, there was a muffled snort behind him.

Echizen Ryoma coolly reminded, “Please be quiet.” ”

Kintaro Toyama looked at Echizen Ryoma and found that the two of them were about the same height.

The high school students present teased with great disdain.

“Hey, you guys are new, this is the U17, it’s going to play in the World Championship.”

“That’s right, the intensity of training here is a hundred times harder than those of your clubs, so give up as soon as possible.”

Then there was another burst of laughter.

On the steps, Tono Taijima nibbled on an apple.

Raise your eyes and glance at the group of high school students who are laughing at junior high school students.

Slowly stood up and pulled out a tennis ball from his trouser pocket.

“Phew!”

The ball is thrown.

Immediately afterward, he raised his racket and hit the back half of the ball.

Bang!

The serve was so fast that it flew towards the back of one of the high school students like an off-string arrow.

“Sagawa!”

The high school student named “Sagawa” could not dodge and was hit by Tono Taijima’s serve.

He hissed in pain.

Then he cursed viciously.

“You bastard, you actually dare to sneak up on me and see if I don’t smash your face!”

As soon as these words came out, Tono Taijima, who was originally difficult to mess with, replied.

“Before you smash my face, I’ll turn you into a pile of rags.”

With that, he served again.

This time, he aimed at Sagawa’s knee.

But now Sagawa was defensive and immediately clenched his racket and hit Tono’s ball back.

He also hit the ball off the pitch and tumbled down a distance before stopping.

Tono Taijima jumped down the steps and shouted at Akaji.

“Huh, Akaji, are you going to let these people despise you, huh?”

To put it bluntly, he just wanted to stab and provoke Akaji.

The corners of Akaji’s mouth raised, and the soft light in his eyes was faint.

“This is U17.”

Tono Taijima looked crazy and walked to the position between the two teams with a racket on his back.

One hand holds a half-gnawed apple.

There was a cold light in his eyes.

“You’re just scared, Akaji.”

Kintaro Toyama asked Echizen Ryoma next to him in a low voice.

“Eh, little brother, who is this person, so arrogant?”

Echizen Ryoma glanced at Kintaro, who called him “little brother”, and remained silent.

The high school student was very dissatisfied with the two goals of Tono Taijima just now.

The brown-haired Nakata silently observed the junior high school students.

To be selected by the coaches, the foundation should not be bad.

Sanada asked.

“So, in which direction is the main stadium?”

Kintaro Toyama was also so anxious that he jumped to his feet.

He jumped from side to side and shouted.

“Tell us quickly, if I can’t report within the allotted time, I’ll be thrown back into the mountains.”

When Nakata heard this, a sly light flashed in his eyes.

He pushed Sagawa away in front of him and looked at Sanada Kenichiro.

“It turns out that you are so anxious, but there are rules here, and everything depends on strength.”

“What does that mean?” Sanada asked with some impatience.

The others also immediately understood what Nakata meant, and made eye contact with each other.

Sagawa held the racket and said with an arrogant look.

“It means that unless you win us, we really won’t tell you where the home stadium is.”

Akaji narrowed his eyes.

It seems that in the place of U17, there will inevitably be the presence of “flies”.