I'm in NetKing, and I have a tennis mini-game

"Enter, enter the Tao coach?"

Hearing what the man with glasses said, Toyama subconsciously said, "Isn't this red-haired uncle the coach here?"

"Forehead"

Hear the words.

The corner of the ghost's mouth in the distance couldn't help but twitch.

"Ha ha."

However, Irie was amused. He then explained: "Of course not, we are all just students practicing here. The instructor is the manager here. Remember, don't wake him up!"

Finished.

He also winked at the junior high school students.

"But, damn it"

At this time, Shishido struggled to get up. He wanted to continue the game but felt as if he had lost feeling in his right hand, and his face was extremely ugly.

"Good willpower."

Seeing this, the ghost nodded appreciatively, then turned to look at the other junior high school students: "Does anyone else want to play?"

"Well."

Hear the words.

All the junior high school students fell silent.

Among them, it's not like there aren't people stronger than Shido. However, the strength displayed by the ghost was completely overwhelming. Even Echizen and Sanada were not sure they could defeat each other.

And if they didn't stand up, they basically acquiesced, and the junior high school students gave up the right to speak here.

"Since no one is playing, let's break up."

After the ghost finished speaking, he put away his cross racquet, turned around and left with Irie.

"hey-hey."

Seeing the ghost sweeping across the junior high school students, Sasabe, a yellow-haired young man with a flying head, immediately laughed and said: "I'm just a junior high school student. You have no idea how scary this place is. This time is just a lesson. Remember, you have to learn Respect your seniors!”

"Damn it!"

Hearing this, the junior high school students clenched their fists subconsciously. Especially Echizen and Sanada, they were very angry and almost wanted to ask the ghost to stop and compete with him head-on.

Uh-huh!

But that's it.

The ghost walking in front turned his head and his eyes stayed on Sasabe: "Starting tonight, other high school students will also sleep in the cave. After tonight, whoever performs well in training during the day will be able to live in the room. "

"this"

Sasabe's smile suddenly froze on his face: "Ghost, Ghost Boss, we..."

However.

The ghost didn't even listen to his explanation and turned around and left. Seeing this, the high school students, including Sasabe, instantly withered.

They dare to say some unpleasant things to junior high school students. But for this person, not only did they not dare to take action, they would not even have such an idea.

"hey-hey!"

Seeing the embarrassment of the high school students, Momoro, Zaizen and others couldn't help but laugh.

Now, they felt balanced in their hearts.

"poor guy."

As Irie walked away, he turned his head and shook his head secretly at Sasabe and the others.

Originally, the ghost probably did not deliberately target high school students. After all, he plays the role of embodying the rules of Heart Cliff. High school students are very interesting, so we must suppress the unstable factors of junior high school students.

As a result, Sasabe said that without any shame.

"Just a junior high school student?"

Thinking of the key words, Irie couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart: "Even we don't dare to say such things!"

Because the ghost takes action to suppress the junior high school students and frighten the high school students. Although both parties lived in the cave, the night passed quietly without unnecessary quarrels.

The next day.

Half past five in the morning.

A rough roar sounded outside the cave.

The sleeping junior high school students and high school students were both startled, but compared to the confused-looking junior high school students, the high school students looked frightened.

Immediately.

They got up one after another and hurried towards the entrance of the cave. Seeing this, the junior high school students did not dare to neglect and followed behind.

Come outside the cave.

It was still a little dark.

But Gui and Irie were already standing there. Among them, there was an old man with disheveled rosacea wearing a black and gray coarse cloth vest.

As soon as they got closer, everyone smelled the pungent and sour smell of alcohol.

"Is this the Taoist coach?"

The junior high school students looked at each other.

If they hadn't seen Oni and Irie standing next to each other, they would have even thought that the old man in front of them was a drunkard on the roadside.

Even so, an idea came to their minds. Even if the opponent is the U17 coach, he is probably the kind of character who is sent to the mountains and forests, right?

"Everyone, take off your coats, put on the clothes here, and then go down the mountain to get water!"

Finished.

Mifune turned around and went back, leaving a group of junior high school students staring at him.

but.

Just when they looked confused, the high school student next to them stepped forward in a familiar manner, picked up the barrel on the ground, and walked towards the edge of the cliff.

"Just a reminder."

At this time, the ghost with his hands in front of him said in a deep voice: "Here, the only thing you have to do is obey the orders of the Taoist instructor!"

Finished.

Under the surprised eyes of the junior high school students, he actually bent down to pick up a barrel, turned around and walked towards the cliff.

"Liar, liar, right?"

Xiang Ri's face showed a look of shock: "Then, that ghost actually wants to go down the mountain to fetch water?!"

The opponent was a terrifying figure who blasted away Shishido with one ball. But here, do we need to obey the order of the drunkard just now?

Think of this.

The junior high school students looked at each other and stepped forward in unison. After changing their clothes, they picked up the bucket and headed down the mountain.

Once they accepted the rules of this place and believed that they were no better than high school students, they began to compete at an accelerated pace.

Among them, the nimble Ninzu Kenya, Shido, Maki and others accelerated and surpassed the high school students in front.

However.

Just as they were getting water and preparing to return, they found that Ghost and Irie had already reached the top of the mountain.

"So fast?!"

Everyone's hearts were shocked.

Echizen, Sanada and others, who originally simply thought that Oni was a powerful player, also changed their expressions.

The opponent's speed is too fast and his flexibility is beyond expectation. It is hard to imagine that such a master would train in such deep mountains and forests.

Using Oni and Irie as a comparison, the energy of the junior high school students was instantly polished away. They lost their arrogance and recognized the reality, so they started training hard on the Cliff of Heart.

And the other side.

Half an hour after the losing group got up to train, at six o'clock in the morning, in the U17 base, the junior high school students in the winning group were also woken up by the ringing of the bell.

Staff members wearing black peaked caps and black coats walked back and forth in the dormitory corridors holding wooden sticks.

Bang bang bang! ! !

Every time they passed a room, they would use the wooden sticks in their hands to knock on the door hard.

This strict method made even Akutagawa, who loved to sleep in, lose all his sleepiness in an instant.

Subsequently.

After washing up, the junior high school students came to the base playground and started a new day of intensive training.

Tuozhi showed no mercy to them.

After all, in the eyes of the coaching staff, the winning group lives a pretty decent life compared to the losing group.

more importantly.

If the losing group comes back and completely defeats the winning group, then as coaches, the head coach will definitely not give them any good things.

and.

With Ishikawa Sutama in front, Kurobe and others also wanted to know where the limits of these junior high school students were.

As a result, whether it was the Heart Cliff of the loser group or the U17 training base, intensive training began to squeeze the potential of junior high school students.

at the same time.

Seoul, South Korea, the hotel where the expedition group stayed.

Under Ishikawa's strict requirements, everyone took the bus to the National Stadium in Seoul after having breakfast.

at the same time.

South Korea's KBS2 TV station started today's special section, introducing the competition of the Korean tennis U17 team.

In the studio.

The special guest, a former professional tennis player, was constantly introducing the history of the Tennis World Cup and the strength pattern of various countries around the world.

When introduced to South Korea, he was even more generous in his praise.

"Although we in the Republic of Korea are still not as good as Europe and the United States, we are already a very powerful team in Asia. Smecta."

"Especially this time, the captain of the U17 team, Li Chengfu, graduated from an elite tennis training camp in Germany. His talent is very outstanding. Even compared to those geniuses in Germany, he is not inferior to Smecta."

"This time, it is our match against the Japanese team. As long as we defeat them, we will be able to confirm our qualification for this year's Tennis World Cup in Melbourne, Australia, Smecta!"

"Look, Smecta is on our team!"

The camera turned.

The scene in the studio suddenly turned into Seoul's first tennis court that can accommodate 20,000 people.

at this time.

Led by Park Dong Gun, a middle-aged man with gray-black hair, and Li Chengfu, a tall purple-haired young man, the players of the Korean team began to enter the stadium.

despair!

Suddenly.

The lights shone on them, and the players of the Korean team showed confident smiles one by one.

Wearing Taegeukgi coats, they walked calmly, as if they were the masters of the stadium.

And the other side.

The camera turned and captured the direction of the Japanese team.

Because the lights were slightly dimmed, the colors of everyone's coats were not bright enough, and their skin looked slightly yellow.

Don't understand tennis.

Or even people who know tennis will subconsciously think that the latter team is completely inferior to the previous one.

And this is a common spring and autumn brushwork method.

At the same time, it is also what Park Dong Gun, the head coach of the Korean team, wants to see. Because he was also temporary, the TV station increased the broadcast of this game.

The purpose, of course, is to highlight the strong strength of the Korean team under his leadership.

"Now, the U17 tennis exchange match between the Korean team and the Japanese team is about to begin."

In the huge stadium, 1/3 of the audience was seated.

At the same time as the announcement sounded, everyone's eyes also turned to the representatives of both sides on the court.

For the Korean team, Lee Seung-bo is tall, handsome, and has an extraordinary temperament. On the other hand, the captain of the Japanese team was even more outstanding in appearance and temperament, which made many female spectators watching the game unable to make a choice of camp for a while.

"Hello, my name is Li Chengfu."

In front of the net.

The purple-haired Li Chengfu spoke. He had a handsome face and a sunny temperament. His facial features had the softness of Asians and the wildness of Europeans and Americans. He looked like a mixed race.

When he spoke, he spoke English that was not fluent.

"Shin Ishikawa."

Ishikawa nodded slightly and answered the other party in more fluent English.

"Excuse me."

Just when he thought this was just a simple ceremonial exchange and was about to leave, the other party suddenly asked: "Why didn't Byodoin come?"

"Um?"

Ishikawa looked over in surprise. When he saw the other party's sincere and clear eyes, he shook his head and said, "I don't know about this. I'm just fulfilling my obligations."

obligation?

Hear the words.

Li Chengfu raised his eyebrows slightly.

Uh-huh!

But the next moment.

His eyes were fixed on Ishikawa's collar, behind the extremely eye-catching [No.1] badge, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

"How, how is it possible?!"

Li Chengfu's heart trembled suddenly, and then he narrowed his eyes and said: "I understand, he probably doesn't like this exchange competition, right?"

Calculated based on comprehensive points.

After two years of exchange competitions, the Japanese team has accumulated enough points to advance to the top 32 of the World Cup ahead of schedule and get the tickets.

If he were the coach of the Japanese team, he would also choose to let Byodoin stay at the training base and send other players to participate instead to increase their competition experience.

But.

The problem comes again.

Can the No.1 badge be lent out at will?

But if not, wouldn't there be only one possibility left, that is, in a head-on battle, Byodoin lost to this strange boy in front of him? !

"impossible!"

This idea was overturned by Li Chengfu as soon as it came up. He would rather believe that Byodoin had a physical problem, or that the head coach deliberately hid it, rather than believe that the opponent lost to the boy in front of him.

"Thank you for your answer."

After taking a breath to ease his emotions, Li Chengfu nodded and said, "I'm looking forward to the next game with you!"

"Um."

Ishikawa nodded slightly.

Subsequently.

Both parties turned around and left the court, leaving the stage to the players from both sides who were about to take the stage.

After a while.

The radio sounded again.

"This exchange match follows the international rules of general tennis team competitions, with three wins out of five. If there is no winner at the end of five games, a sixth game will be added."

"Each match will be a best-of-three-set format with a tie-break."

"Now, the first match of singles 3 is about to begin."

"Park Geon-soo (Grade 3), the representative of the South Korean team, and Kazuya Tokugawa (Grade 2), the representative of the Japanese team, please be prepared!"

tread!

The words fell.

I saw a tall, muscular young man with black hair and a short hair walking in the direction of the Korean team.

The muscles on his body are clearly contoured, as if he contains explosive power. Every move he made gave the audience a very strong sense of oppression.

"Ah."

Walking into the court, Park Jianzhu's eyes quickly scanned the Japanese team's lineup. After confirming that he did not see No. 3 Duke Watanabe, he couldn't help but smile, showing his white teeth.

And this time.

Tokugawa, who took over Duke's ranking and participated in his first expedition, walked into the court with a calm expression.

"It finally begins."

On the bench outside the stadium, Park Dong Gun, the head coach of the Korean team, had a faint smile on his face.

at this time.

The entire tennis court is being broadcast live.

Not surprisingly, the next game will develop according to the script he arranged.

Everything seems to be under his control!