The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

Sanada sat down in the chair next to Akaji and looked at Irie Sota with a wary and hostile expression.

Acutely feeling the negative aura from the other party, Irie said mostly jokingly.

“Don’t worry, I’m not from Stadium 5, and I’m not here to listen to the enemy.”

Sanada Kenichiro pouted, silent on the surface, but said in his heart, there are so many empty seats here, but sitting here, who believes that he has no other purpose.

“But I can tell you that the ghost he’s been practicing weightlifting lately.”

“Weightlifting?” Sanada asked himself in a deep voice.

If it’s strength exercises, the U17’s training room has a lot of equipment, but equipment for lifting weights …

“No, no, no, it’s not ordinary weightlifting.” Irie said with a smile.

His body leaned forward slightly, and his face exuded a somewhat mysterious aura.

Grinning, he continued.

“He likes to lift stones. And the guy is now able to lift a ton of stones. ”

“1… 1 ton? Sanada Kenichiro instantly widened his pupils, feeling that his IQ was being provoked.

Is this guy kidding, lifting a ton of stones is not something that a person can do!

Compared to Sanada’s shock, Akaji acted very calmly.

No reaction could be seen from Akaji’s face, and Irie was a little disappointed.

Seijuro Akaji wiped his mouth gracefully and said lightly.

“If tennis can be king by brute force alone, it’s too easy for weightlifters.”

He inadvertently complained, which made Irie Sou a little confused.

And by the time Irie thought of what to say, Seijuro Akaji had already stood up and walked out of the restaurant.

Everyone watched Akaji’s back disappear, and then there was a sigh.

“See, that kid just now is Akaji from Court 9.”

“Akaji? The kid in junior high school? ”

After a few days, Akaji’s daimyo had already spread in the back few U17 courts.

A junior high school student named Seijuro Akaji leads the 10th pitch to the 9th course, which has no chance of winning.

Moreover, he agreed to Coach Saito’s suggestion to play against Course 5 in the near future.

What is the No. 5 course, although the overall strength is not as good as the above several courts.

But they have ghosts!

Oni Jujiro, that is the man who once defeated the current king, the Byodoin Phoenix!

That’s the person who even the Phoenix of the Equal Court has to sell some face.

On the practice court, Keigo Jibe stared closely at his already tired and trembling arms.

He stayed here all afternoon to practice.

But the heart could not calm down.

The words that Akaji had said to him echoed in his mind.

“Follow me, I can give you the strength you want…”

Boom!

The tennis ball was knocked out, landed the ground, and flew towards the wall.

A deep dent was left in the wall.

But compared to Akaji’s power to crack the wall with one ball, he is still a little inferior.

He had never been so frustrated before.

Now he feels more and more that he is too weak, that his strength is too small.

“Uncle Ben wants to become the number one in Japan!”

The ball in his hand was hit out quickly, and the felt hairs on the ball had long been worn off.

Leaving a scratch on the ground, the ball flew towards the shadows.

The eyes of the waves contain infinite coldness.

“Is there anyone still practicing this late?”

There was a voice behind him that was unknown about good and evil.

Keigo Jibe looked back and saw several high school students who were noodles.

Yuichi Watanabe is one of the regular winners of Course 5.

He wears a U17 uniform and a cap, which looks somewhat similar to Sanada.

But the smile on his face was bright, as if he was very kind to everyone.

Several of the people standing with Yuichi Watanabe were players on Course 5.

They looked at Keigo Jibe with interest and asked each other.

“Huh? Haven’t seen you before? ”

“You’re not supposed to be a high school student at Pitch 9, are you?”

A group of people became more and more interested, and surrounded Keigo Jibe.

It was like looking at a monkey in a zoo, looking at him.

Jibu frowned and rebuked impatiently.

“All for Uncle Ben to go away!”

Yuichi Watanabe didn’t show the slightest anger, but just looked at Keigo Jibe with a smile.

Then kindly suggested.

“I’m also looking for a practice opponent, or shall we compete against each other?”

Keigo Jibe’s brow furrowed deeper.

Strong inner self-esteem allows him not to refuse challenges from others.

The game is about to start, and Yuichi Watanabe’s smiling eyes hide a bit of a weird smile.

“Drink!!”

Serving the net, Keigo Jibe’s eyes were full of fighting intent.

As the footsteps moved, the eyes were completely different, closely watching each other’s every move.

There was no hesitation at all.

But in the blink of an eye, the man suddenly came to the net from the bottom line position.

The two people stood across the ball and were very close.

At this time, the tennis ball that stopped in the air rotated and fell.

Yuichi Watanabe swung his racket and aimed it at the bottom half of the tennis ball.

Only a “bang” was heard, and the yellow-green tennis ball was quickly knocked out.

Yuichi Watanabe moves very fast, standing up and fighting back in front of the tennis ball in front of the field every time.

The people on the sidelines shouted one after another, cheering for Yuichi Watanabe.

However, in half an hour, Keigo Jibe failed miserably.

He braced himself on the ground with both hands, raised his neck, and looked at the group of people opposite.

The smiles on those faces were quite sarcastic.

Watanabe Yuichi looked at Keigo Jibe with a smile and said with a smile.

“It seems that you are still a little bit short, boy.”

Then came hearty laughter.

That laughter sounded very harsh to Keigo Jibe.

His face was gloomy, his fists clenched, and he threw the racket in his hand heavily.

The two eyes were full of anger, and there was no warmth at all.

The high school students had gone away, leaving him standing where he was.

In the practice game just now, he used all his strength.

But the score stopped at “6-2.”

The sky was gloomy, just as the trail was in the mood at this time.

“I lost badly.”

Hearing a familiar voice, Keigo turned his head sharply.

Sure enough, it was Akaji.

At this time, Seijuro Akaji was standing in the stands, not knowing when he came.

Perhaps, he watched the game just now.

“You guy, deliberately watching Uncle Ben’s jokes!!”

Keigo Jibe roared low and strode in the direction of Akaji.

Furious, he raised his fist and saw that he was about to hit Akaji in the face.