The Prince of Tennis: Destroying Akutsu at the start

"It's really yours, Coach Kurobe. You actually hid such a trick!"

Park Duk-kuai, head coach of South Korea's U-17 team, looked coldly at Kurobe Michi.

"I don't understand what you're talking about, Coach Park."

Heibu picked up the black tea on the table and took a sip, that leisurely look made Pu Dekuai furious.

"Hmph! But then you will not be so lucky!"

Pu Dekuai snorted coldly, his words were full of confidence.

The water of singles is very deep, and he believes that Kurobe will not be able to grasp it.

"Really? I hope your players can be as tough as your mouth."

Kurobe chuckled, obviously not paying attention to Park Duk-kuai and the players of the South Korean U-17 team.

He has already survived the most difficult doubles, and he is not worried about the rest of the singles.

Shuji Tanejima, who entered the river, has played a lot and has been Kimura Division.

Kurobe believes that these three people will definitely make the players of the South Korean U-17 team have a good drink.

Lee Sung Hyuk and Choi Young Joon, who returned to the team, were severely criticized by their leader Park Ji Yong.

Park Jiyong thinks that even if the opponent is the combination of Lee Sung Hyuk and Choi Young Joon who have mastered the same tune, they shouldn't lose so badly.

It's so embarrassing.

"Next, the Japan-Korea Friendship Tournament is about to start the singles three match. Players from both sides are invited to play."

Soon, the news of the start of the singles competition came from the loudspeaker at the scene.

The first game started with a singles three.

A member of the South Korean U-17 team stood up, but was quickly stopped by Park Ji-yong.

"Wait, three substitutions in this singles match, Quan Baoxiu is on you."

Park Zhiyong folded his hands on his chest and said lightly.

Originally, they arranged for the No.17 player of the South Korean U-10 team to play in this singles three. After all, they still have to have some face.

But now, the loss of the doubles one made Park Zhiyong furious.

He decided to give these nasty guys some color and see.

And Quan Baoxiu is the NO.17 of the South Korean U-3 team.

"Is it necessary to be so serious? There is really no way."

Quan Baoxiu scratched his head, he wanted to refuse, but he obediently agreed after seeing Park Zhiyong's unquestionable eyes.

No way, who called Park Zhiyong the NO.1 in their team.

If you are disobedient, you will end up miserable.

With a little bit of dissatisfaction in his heart, Quan Baoxiu decided to vent his dissatisfaction on the player who will face him later.

Can't handle Park Zhiyong, can't handle the second army of a small Japanese U-17 team?
"Qantuo, it's your turn to play."

Taneshima gently pushed into the river, pushing him out of the crowd.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were on Irie.

".Xiu Er"

Irie glanced at Taneshima with a half-smile, secretly thinking about how to pay back Taneshima later.

Tanejima smiled, not caring about the threat in Irie's eyes.

After all, he's already used to it.

He even made a face at Irie.

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Such a childish side naturally made Kimura Si speechless for a while, but he was relieved when he thought that this person was Taneshima.

Entering the river slowly came to the field, Quan Baoxiu searched in his brain, and soon found the identity information of entering the river.

He was very impressed with Irie's baby face.

"I remember you are the NO.17 of the Japanese U-20 team, right?"

Quan Baoxiu frowned and rubbed her chin with her hands on her hips.

Irie also went to the last Byodoin Temple expedition to South Korea, but he didn't play.

"Irie plays a lot, Japan U-17 team NO.20, please give me more advice."

Irie did not deny his identity, he extended his hand towards the other party with a smile.

"Jeon Bo Soo, South Korea's No.17 U-3 team, please give me your advice."

Quan Baoxiu shook hands with Irie, and he began to look forward to this match.

The last time he was repaired miserably by NO.17 of the Japanese U-3 team, that ghostly man left his heart full of scars until now.

Just thinking about it makes me tremble with fear.

Quan Baoxiu, who didn't dare to face Oni Jujiro, directly transferred his hatred to Irie when he saw Irie.

He wants to vent his anger by taking it into the river, and vent his anger.

"Pros or cons?"

He didn't care about Quan Baoxiu's sudden malice, he put his racket on the ground with a smile on his face.

Signal the other party to choose.

"It's the other way around."

Quan Baoxiu restrained his aggressive eyes, and he decided to torture the other party.

But not to frighten his prey.

Irie nodded, and twirled his hand lightly.

pat!

"It seems that my luck is pretty good today."

Quan Baoxiu smiled slightly.

It's just that the smile looks somewhat perverted.

"The match begins, a one-set decision, the South Korean team's Jeon Bo-soo's serve."

When the game whistle blew, the scene immediately fell silent.

The onlookers stared at Quan Baoxiu on the field with scrutiny.

From the conversation between Quan Baoxiu and Irie just now, they already knew that the opponent is the No.17 of the South Korean U-3 team.

Although they don't know the strength of the opponent, many of them know the strength of No. 3 on their side.

Oni Jujiro.

Once the king of this training camp, his strength was absolutely unfathomable.

"No.20 vs. No.3, won't it be too much of a disadvantage?"

"Who knows? Do any of you know this man named Irie Kanata?"

“No impression”

The players around were whispering.

Most of them have no impression of entering the river.

As for how Irie became NO.20, no one knows.

Because the only insider really didn't want to recall the painful past, so he didn't mention it to anyone at all.

That match was only witnessed by the Kurobe trio through surveillance cameras.

Quan Baoxiu gently patted the tennis ball in his hand, and that terrifying figure couldn't help appearing in his mind.

Oni Jujiro's figure left in Quan Baoxiu's mind gradually overlapped with Irie, and Quan Baoxiu's eyes suddenly filled with coldness.

It's time for his revenge.

Whoa!

The moment the tennis ball was thrown, all parts of Quan Baoxiu's body tensed up, and he swung the racket with his arm.

boom!
A white line suddenly appeared in the air, and Quan Baoxiu's angry blow immediately caused many people to exclaim.

Super fast serve.

Boom!
"Game, Quan Baoxiu, 15:0."

Irie turned his head and glanced behind him, the mustard yellow ball shadow that was still beating uncomfortably told the sharpness of that ball just now.

Although the South Korean U-17 team ranks at the bottom of the world, the elites selected by gathering the strength of a country still have two brushes.