The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

In U17, there are frequent shuffle matches.

This is for members to have a fair chance to rise.

Only through the shuffle game can you keep climbing up.

However, it cannot be ruled out that the coach dispatches the presence of personnel in order to balance the strength of several courts.

Because Oni Jujiro and Irie Sota are both exceptions.

But in the end, as long as there is strength, it doesn’t matter which stadium it is on.

Irie looked at Tokugawa Kazuya’s physical record data and said with a smile.

“The area of the five dimensions seems to be a little bigger, it seems that you are working hard, Tokugawa.”

Seeing that Tokugawa did not speak, the smile in Irie’s eyes instantly faded.

A strange look appeared between his eyebrows, and he whispered.

“I’m really curious, I’m really looking forward to who the opponent of the ghost will be.”

He jumped off the windowsill, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and squinted at Kazuya Tokugawa.

Tokugawa Kazuya wiped the sweat from his face with a towel and replied disapprovingly.

“No matter who it is, the result is the same, isn’t it?”

He believes that ghosts do not lose.

A faint disdain appeared on his face as cold as a knife carved an axe.

Irie smiled and spread his hands to show his helplessness.

“What to do, I still want to say that you will wait and see.”

The next day, on the training ground, Takuji Ryuji assigned a physical task to everyone.

Kintaro Toyama said to Echizen Ryoma next to him while running.

“Oh, the younger you are, do you think that Brother Jibu is often with Brother Akaji recently?”

Echizen Ryoma ignored Kintaro Toyama’s question and only glanced lightly at a few coaches standing in the stands.

The day of the showdown with Stadium 5 is getting closer and closer, and their preparation is about to begin.

At the same time, with the exception of Courts 5 and 9, several other courses have returned to their usual training mode.

Course 1 is already preparing for overseas matches.

The Phoenix of Byoyuan clasped his hands in front of him and looked at the players on the court, his eyes were serious and indifferent.

They never let him down.

Bang bang!

The tennis ball flew out like an off-string arrow, landed on the ground, and made a muffled sound.

Half a month passed quickly, and Saito arrived at the No. 5 court, holding the ability estimation table of each member.

Course 5, the strongest is of course Oni Jujiro.

As for the main player of Court 9, it is junior high school student Seijuro Akaji.

Saito smiled and looked at the people standing on the court, the corners of his mouth raised, and said slowly.

“With the permission of the head coach, as mentioned earlier, the shuffle match between Pitch 5 and Court 9 begins now.”

With that, he looked at the leaders of the two stadiums, Oni and Akaji.

“Both teams salute.”

Oni Jujiro and Seijuro Akaji stood face to face and bowed to each other.

The No. 9 court sent out the main force of junior high school students, and there was only one high school student, and it was still a doubles.

On court 5, Oni Jujiro is the singles number one, and the opponent will be Akaji.

On this day, because I knew about the exception shuffle match of the two courts, many people came to watch the game.

Most of these spectators came from several other stadiums.

Irie Sota and Tokugawa Kazuya occupied the best viewing spots and arrived early.

“Ah, I’m really looking forward to this competition.”

“If Stadium 9 wins Stadium 5, doesn’t it mean that Big Brother Ghost will be reduced to Stadium 9?”

Several people started talking about it, thinking of all possible outcomes.

But in Oni Jujiro’s opinion, there is only one result, that is, he will definitely not lose!

And in the eyes of almost everyone, such an outcome is normal.

After all, the strength of the ghost is there.

Therefore, they looked at the players on the No. 9 court with sympathetic expressions.

“How do I feel, this game doesn’t have to know how it will end.”

One of the high school students whispered, echoed by several people around him.

“That’s right, the strength of Pitch 5 is still very strong.”

Regardless of the thoughts around him, Oni Jujiro always stood firm in his heart.

As captain, he stood on the sidelines of the pitch with a serious expression that was chilling.

At this time, he is very concentrated, nothing can arouse his interest, only the win or loss of the game.

Not far away, Akaji’s body also exuded a powerful aura.

A fierce aura rose in his eyes, making people dare not face it squarely.

From his absolute strength, everyone on Court 9 is afraid of him.

Sometimes when he glanced over, the people would be silent.

“Oh, this time I’m going to play!!”

Kintaro Toyama was very excited to wave the racket in his hand and grinned.

Next to him, Echizen Ryoma was silent, pressed the brim of his hat, and said coolly.

“It’s not even close.”

Before the game, Saito specially reminded everyone at Stadium 9.

Once they lose, they are duly punished.

As for what the specific punishment is, Saito is mysterious.

Akaji glanced at the doubles players who were preparing to play and instructed them.

“Just do your best.”

“Got it.” The two answered in unison, very respectful to Akaji.

After all, Akaji is equivalent to “unifying” the No. 9 court, and even those high school seniors dare not say more.

Oni Jujiro glanced at Akaji, who was standing on the sidelines, his eyes moving slightly.

He’d seen that kid’s tennis before.

If it was power, he Oni Jujiro had not yet encountered several opponents.

Loosening his wrist, Oni Jujiro’s whole body was full of fighting intent.

It’s time for these junior ghosts to see the truth, U17 is no ordinary place.

Bang bang!

Fifteen minutes later, Court 5 won three sets.

Pitch 9 only won one game.

At present, the score is still widening, and there is still a big gap between the strength of the two sides.

“What’s wrong, wasn’t it very arrogant before, you little ghosts, but give me a counterattack!”

The high school students at Court 5 taunted, full of mockery.

Originally playing away from home, several people at Stadium 9 were a little uneasy.

Looking at each other’s imposing incoming balls, the two stood motionless in place.

On the side of the court, Akaji’s eyes were very cold, like the melting snow in the spring.

A sharp look appeared between his eyebrows, and he reminded the two people on the field.

“Do you want to throw in the towel, you two.”