[Net King] Dominate the whole country

Bamboo Horse

At the beginning of March, Lihai University’s routine intramural challenge began. This is the last practice match before the spring break. After the spring break is over, it’s time to fully prepare for the national competition. All the qualifications for the main selection will be challenged in this school In-game retest.

"All official members who have been in the club for more than three months can sign up for this intramural challenge. All the main candidates will participate in the group competition by default. In principle, only the top two in the group competition can qualify for the main selection." The Big Three stand at the forefront After inspecting all the members, Yukimura took a step forward after Liu read all the competition rules.

The khaki main selection coat was fluttering behind him, Yukimura took off the coat abruptly and threw it upwards, with a short sentence: "Do you want this main selection uniform?"

"Yes!!" The audience roared in response.

"Then come and grab it yourself." Yukimura raised his chin slightly, and firmly caught the fallen coat, his eyes lingered on the faces of each member, "Do you understand?"

"Yes!!!" The response was even louder.

"Li Haida, the strong are respected. If you want to be elected, even want to become a minister, I will wait for you to take this position with your own hands." Yukimura put on his coat again, turned around, "Changsheng Lihai University!"

"Chang Sheng Li Hai Da! Chang Sheng Li Hai Da!!..."

The eyes of every member of Lihai are as bright as stars.

"The number of applicants this time should be the largest in history. It seems that it is not only us," Yukimura looked at the registration list with a low smile. "Everyone has ambitions for Li Hai's third consecutive championship."

"But is this really okay, Seichi?" Liu held up the group list in his hand and looked at Yukimura subtly.

Yukimura raised his face, tilted his head and looked at Liu innocently: "Is there anything wrong?"

Liu sighed: "I thought it was you who kept the tacit understanding of the king not seeing the king and not confronting Xianichiro head-on."

"Perhaps." Yukimura smiled, looking into the distance, "But this is decided by lottery, and I am just following the arrangement of fate."

"It's up to you." Liu raised the corners of his lips, "You always have your own ideas."

"I believe you."

Yukimura didn't look back, so he didn't see how deep Liu's eyes were behind him, so deep that he didn't look like a 14-year-old boy.

As soon as the official group list was posted, there was an uproar.

"This is!"

"Minister Yukimura and Vice-Minister Sanada!" Someone exclaimed, "I thought it was impossible for them to match up in their lifetime. This is really the battle of the century."

"However, it would be unlucky to be in a group with them. In principle, only the top two are selected. It seems that this group has no hope of breaking through. This list is simply a naked|naked default!"

Seeing the grouping situation, there are those who sigh and those who are pleasantly surprised. The outcome can only be seen on the field.

King Ni turned his head from side to side, stretched his muscles and bones, and looked at his opponent with a fox-like sly smile: "Who told you to pinch me as a soft persimmon? A fraudster, but the most unbelievable thing."

Liu Sheng adjusted his glasses, turned his wrists and walked over from the next field. When they met, they gave a tacit high-five.

"It seems that the qualifying situation for this group is very clear." Yukimura looked at the bamboo horse next to him with a smile.

Sanada pressed his hat, squeezed out the word "um" from the back of his throat, then turned and walked towards the first field.

Yukimura, who had just finished his own game, walked to Yukimura: "It seems that there is no unexpected reversal plot. After the winter break, the strength of all the main candidates has improved somewhat, and the freshmen with more potential than Kirihara have not yet appeared. , but there are indeed a few good seedlings, who can be added to the training plan of the main selection as quasi-candidates in the future."

"Well, I'll leave it to you, Renji." Yukimura smiled, picked up the ball bag, turned and walked into Court No. [-].

Looking at Yukimura's back, Liu had many thoughts in his mind.

The qualifying of the first field was just as predicted before the game. Yukimura and Sanada knocked down all opponents without hesitation. To put it bluntly, the biggest suspense here is not the qualifying but the outcome between the two.

Before the game started, the No. [-] field was shrouded in a heavy atmosphere.

All the main selections ended early and the game was brought together to the No. [-] field.

"I thought it would be impossible to see these two standing opposite each other in this life." Marui sat on the railing and shook his legs, with a hint of excitement on his expression.

Kirihara touched his nose: "It's really exciting, I don't know who will win."

"Although everyone agrees that Yukimura is stronger than Sanada, but I have never witnessed their duel with my own eyes. I am not so sure about this." Yagyu sat upright by the side, and the rest seemed calmer.

Naturally, the ordinary members were more excited than the main candidates, and there were many students who heard the news and wanted to watch.

Kumu Yukimura's reputation is even more prestigious, "No. 1 in the middle school world" and "Son of God", but almost no one has seen Yukimura's true strength. When this power is fully released, how terrible it will be, everyone Everyone is looking forward to it.

Even those who completely admired Yukimura didn't consider the possibility of Yukimura's failure at all, they just wanted to admire Yukimura's splendor.

The sane onlookers looked forward to a wonderful game with a little expectation and a little worry, worrying that the result of the game would cause a rift between the two of them...

But no matter how excited the people outside were, the people inside were unexpectedly calm.

Yukimura and Sanada have been learning tennis together since they were five years old. They have fought more than [-] times, and Yukimura has never lost a single one.

Tezuka may be the opponent Sanada wants to fight the most, but Yukimura Seichi is definitely his shadow spanning ten years.

"It's the first time I've stood across from you, I almost can't remember." Yukimura smiled and stretched out a hand.

Sanada hesitated for a while, but still held it.

"Go all out, Yukimura." Sanada said, his eyes that were hidden in the shadow by the brim of his hat were resolute and sharp, and his figure was upright without any wavering.

Yukimura moved slightly, his lips twitched a few times, but he didn't say a word in the end.

The game starts.

Yukimura serves.

Sanada concentrated on it, not daring to relax.No one understands Yukimura's unfathomable strength under the gentle illusion better than him.The friendship of more than ten years has made him closer to Yukimura on the court than anyone else. A subtle look in his eyes and a casual little movement can't escape Sanada's eyes at all.

Sanada knows that Yukimura has no weaknesses, but he never believes that Yukimura has no weaknesses.

——The moment of slack is the moment when Sanada's sharp sword is drawn out of its sheath.

Yukimura's movements are clean and neat. He is not like a technical player like Marui, who will always make some sloppy moves intentionally or unintentionally. Showing off skills is basically an instinctive reaction.He has no so-called nirvana, but he can counter all nirvana.

Looks like a slender body, stamina is high in all positive picks, looks like a fragile wrist, but no one can hit a smash with a weight that he can't fight back.

This body, young and energetic.

No injuries.

——This is truly a gift from the Creator.

Yukimura clenched his fists tightly, his eyes resting on his wrists.An inexplicable heat surged through his body, and a wonderful sense of excitement was about to gushe out from bottom to top, about to engulf him.

Is this an instinctive reaction to encountering a strong person?

Yukimura was not so sure, there seemed to be some subtle differences.

"Seichi..." Looking at Yukimura who was so radiant on the field, Liu subconsciously uttered his name, which was almost inaudible, and finally disappeared in the wind.

The people on the sidelines seemed to have forgotten to breathe, and they held their breaths to focus on this wonderful game, unable to bear to miss any second.

As he announced, Yukimura swept across the world forcefully, and Sanada's tricks were resolved one by one by him.

"No one knows all your tricks better than me, Genichiro." Yukimura said without any hesitation in the movements of his hands, "With an opponent like me, do you suffer?"

ten years……

It's been such a long time, Sanada can't remember the details of the first battle with Yukimura, only remember the overwhelming frustration after the match.

He never beat it.

Even once.

This has almost become his lingering haze.

Every time Yukimura and Yukimura stand face to face at both ends of the court again, he will experience the pain and helplessness again.

There are no cowards in the Sanada family, and Genichiro Sanada will not be a coward.

But the pain followed like a shadow, like a gangrene attached to the bone.

So they tacitly avoided each other.

"Why do you want to confront Genichiro?" Yukimura's mind recalled Liu's question to himself.

His eyes fixed on the face of the panting man opposite.

Those eyes were a little dim.

Some people have a knot in their hearts that they can't get over in a lifetime. They want to escape, but the knot will only get tighter and tighter.Yukimura once thought that avoidance was the best protection for Sanada, protecting him from harm.

But in fact, such tenderness is just a bottle of poison, which makes the outside look bright, but the inside is quietly rotten.

Genichiro Sanada was destined to be a samurai.

The spirit of bushido is not shrinking, but forging ahead.

When the sword is sheathed, the ending can only be rust.

"The second you flinch."

"The sword—it's rusted."

Sanada stared wide-eyed at Yukimura on the opposite side, the overwhelming sense of suffocation at that moment dragged him into the abyss, and there was darkness in front of his eyes.

"What happened to Sanada?" Marui frowned, jumped to the ground, and grabbed the fence to get a better look.

"It's not like he can make such a mistake." Liu Sheng pushed his glasses, but there were no waves in his eyes.

"Such a large amount of sweat is not normal at all!" Kirihara exclaimed.

Wen Yanliu frowned, looking a little upset, "Could it be that..."

"What?" Everyone said in unison.

Liu knew he had made a slip of the tongue, but he couldn't hide it: "Recently, Jingshi often had nightmares. He told me that he often dreamed of scenes like hospitals and operating rooms. After waking up, he was always covered in cold sweat, and then felt an inexplicable fear."

"It always feels like it's a bad omen." King Ren believed in some divination, so he couldn't avoid guessing when he heard this.

"Afterwards he said that he had mastered a new trick." Liu continued, "That was the inspiration he had after a nightmare, which made people lose their sense of insensitivity under extreme pressure, first sight, then hearing, smell... And finally fell in a panic."

"Such a trick..." Marui frowned.

Everyone looked at the arena, and at the same time, they had doubts: Why did Yukimura use such a trick to deal with Sanada?

There was darkness in front of my eyes.

Vision and hearing disappeared one by one.

Sanada seemed to be locked in a tightly closed box, unable to even make a sound.

Then Yukimura appeared in front of him, and the scenes of confrontation from childhood to adulthood flashed one by one.

That young boy in high spirits...

Sanada wanted to reach out, but put it down in vain.

His heart has been lost.

"Tell me what's your name?" The voice was unreasonably familiar.

"Sanada Genichiro." Sanada didn't know why he responded obediently.

"what are you doing here?"

"I'm here...I'm here..." Sanada tried hard to remember, but only felt a splitting headache.

Then a picture flashed in my mind, Yukimura and him shaking hands in the midfield.

"Go all out, Yukimura," he heard himself say.

"I'm racing."

The voice smiled: "What are you still doing here, you should be on the field."

Sanada was startled suddenly, his eyes gradually regained his figure.

Yukimura smiled.

This time, Sanada did not waver at all, his will was tougher than steel, and his movements were as rigid as a textbook.

What is there to be afraid of?

Didn't he already know how powerful Yukimura is?

Only in this way--

Sanada gripped the racket tightly and swung it back without hesitation, unstoppable.

It is my luck to be able to confront such a strong man!

To be able to have the high mountains in front of me, and to be accompanied by opponents that I may only look up to in my life, this road will not be so lonely.

Isn't tennis such an interesting thing?

Under the brim of the hat, the corners of Sanada's mouth rose slightly.

"Selfless Realm!!" Marui and Nioh spoke in unison.

"Under such pressure, can you still comprehend the realm of no-self?" Liu Sheng chuckled, and then reacted suddenly, "No, Sanada is still conscious, he is mastering the realm of no-self!"

"I see." Liu couldn't help but smile.

You are always so gentle, Jingshi.

Game over.

"This is a very exciting game." Yukimura held out his hand.

Sanada stared at him silently for a few seconds, then stretched out his hand decisively: "Next time, I will definitely beat you."

"I'm looking forward to it." Yukimura finally smiled.

The author has something to say: I wrote the chapter full of enthusiasm, and I wrote it myself~☆、Birthday