The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

In just ten minutes, the match between Akaji and Nakata was nearing its end.

Where the tennis ball landed, there was a burst of gunsmoke.

Nakata’s eyes widened and he stared closely at Seijuro Akaji on the opposite side.

On the sidelines, several high school students whispered.

“Really… Is it really a junior high school student? ”

“It’s so powerful, Nakata didn’t even get a point…”

Akaji took the racket, and there was a faint coldness in his eyes.

The rhythmic sound of the ball sounded.

Bang bang!

The ball lands on the ground and scores again.

“The game is over.”

Nakata stood in place, a little stunned.

Tono Taijima sneered and mocked.

“What U17, even collect waste like you.”

After speaking, he took a bite of the apple in his hand, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Seijuro Akaji stood in front of the net, looking across the net, at Nakata on the opposite side.

Then asked coldly.

‘Three games, we won, so, where is the home stadium?

Nakata raised his eyes and met Akaji’s eyes full of coldness.

It feels like something is stuck in my throat.

At this time, the surveillance cameras on the sidelines are connected to the main control room.

Several coaches looked at the situation in the surveillance footage, and their expressions were different.

Yukio Kurobe has long curved hair, his chin is supported by both hands, and his eyes are half-narrowed.

Saito, who was standing next to him, looked relaxed.

He took a sip of coffee and said with a light smile.

“I see that this batch of junior high school students is very energetic.”

Takuji Ryuji clasped his hands around his chest and glanced at Saito.

“Why did the head coach recruit junior high school students to train so early?”

Saito took another sip of coffee, his expression unchanged.

“I heard that this year I originally planned to call junior high school students in, and this batch can be regarded as an early experiment.”

Tuozhi Ryuji frowned.

Obviously, he was dissatisfied with the title “experimental product”.

Saito, this guy, sometimes feels gloomy.

The corners of Saito’s mouth lifted, showing that he was in a good mood.

Gently putting down the coffee cup, he took the work card.

“Oh, I have to meet those cuties.”

Boom!

Hearing the sound, Kurobe Yukio and Takuji Ryuji got used to it.

Sure enough, Saito rubbed his hit head and smiled helplessly.

“It’s still a little inconvenient to be too tall.”

On the main court, several junior high school students have already stood in their positions according to their age.

Except for Kintaro Toyama and Echizen Ryoma, the others are all third-grade.

Akaji, Sanada, and Jibe stood in the middle, while Tono Taijima sat unrestrained on the steps.

“I’m glad you reported it as promised.”

Saito stood in front of everyone and introduced himself first.

“My name is ‘Saito’, and I will be in charge of your spiritual training in the future.”

“There are a total of eight junior high school students selected this time, and they are currently placed on the 10th court…”

Kintaro Toyama couldn’t bear it and raised his hand.

Interrupting Saito’s words, he couldn’t wait to ask.

“Is Pitch 10 powerful?”

Saito smiled lightly, not showing any annoyance.

Instead, he patiently explained.

“We are divided into different courses according to the level of strength, and the No. 10 course is still very strong.”

Kintaro Toyama waved his arm excitedly.

“Oooo Sure enough, I was sorted into a good place! ”

Next to him, Echizen Ryoma, who was in strong contrast with Kintaro Toyama, scoffed.

He said very grimly.

“Huh, are you bad at math, from 1 to 10, it’s not the best court.”

Seijuro Akaji glanced lightly at Kintaro Toyama, who was so excited that he couldn’t do it.

Although this kid sometimes speaks out of tune, I have to say that his energetic energy is very infectious.

Osaka’s supernova, no wonder Shitenhoji sent him to U17 for intensive training.

Sanada pressed the brim of his hat and said to Akaji very seriously.

“I didn’t expect that before the national competition, I would still have the opportunity to fight you.”

Seijuro Akaji had a bit of coldness in his eyes.

He just wanted to speak, but was preempted by Keigo next to him.

“Sanada, Uncle Ben heard that before the national competition, the doctors did not recommend you to exercise fiercely.”

Keigo Jibe wears a coat, like an arrogant emperor.

Keep an eye on everyone, including Sanada, of course.

Sanada Senichiro subconsciously looked at his wrist.

Indeed, after the match with Akaji, he has not fully recovered until now.

But this does not affect his determination to win over Tezuka and Akaji.

Tono Taijima snorted coldly.

“The Lihai of the second consecutive hegemony in the country is big, and this year is really full of disasters.”

Sanada Kenichiro’s face sank, covered with a layer of gloom.

On Court 10, high school students were very unconvinced by the new junior high school students.

“Why are a few of them coming in to the No. 10 court, it’s so unfair.”

Nomura followed behind Akaji, his eyes kept looking underground.

Sensitive and suspicious by nature, he has already felt the hostility of high school students.

“Hey, I said you guys, this is Course 10, and I’m the boss here.”

The person who spoke was a high school student with a pockmarked face.

He was tall and had a crowd of high school students gathered behind him.

Keigo tilted his head, his tone relaxed and arrogant.

“There are really guys everywhere that Uncle Ben hates.”

Sanada stood up calmly and calmly.

It shows that they were arranged by the coach.

But high school students aren’t buying it.

The two groups suddenly quarreled.

Junior high school students, only Kintaro Toyama is talking.

His voice alone is worth several people.

“You’re here to play tennis, not to quarrel, so you guys can’t get out of the way!”

“Stinky boy, are you talking to your seniors like that!!”

“Ah! It’s really me off! ”

Echizen Ryoma had silently walked to the rest area to sit, bent over his shoelaces, and then walked onto the court.

“In that case, let’s see if we have the strength of the No. 10 court.”

As soon as Akaji heard this voice, sure enough, Echizen Ryoma was not an idle person.

The first grade is always a little more temperamental.

In addition, when he fought against high school students before, Echizen Ryoma did not play, and he was afraid that he was a little depressed.

When the high school students heard this, they laughed happily.

“What, what did that kid say, do you want to compete with us?”

“It’s so funny, are all junior high school students so arrogant now!”