[Net King] Dominate the whole country

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The afternoon training starts after the lunch break, and Atobe has a vast training ground, which can be used for three groups to train at the same time.

The leader of each group is not only the leader, but also plays the role of temporary coach.

According to the different characteristics of each team member, the sixteen candidates were divided into three groups: skill, intelligence, and strength.

Skills, as the name suggests, refers to skills, which extend to flexibility, insight, etc. The most typical representative is stunt tennis, such as Marui and Hinata.The leader of this group is Atobe. In addition to Marui and Hinata, the members also include Kirihara and Akutagawa.

Wisdom does not only refer to intelligence, but also a very important part of strategizing or tactical strategy on the court.As the team leader, Yukimura led Liu, Yagyu, Nioh, Shinozu and Hiyoshi.As for why Hiyoshi was assigned to this group, it was purely Atobe's selfishness. As the most promising candidate and successor in the first grade, Atobe hoped that he could learn something from Yukimura.

The last group of forces is in charge of Sanada, and the members include Feng, Shido, Kuwahara, and Huachi.The explanation of this force can be strength or endurance, or to be precise, xinxing.

The characteristics of the three groups of players are obvious, but there are some loopholes correspondingly. It is the hope of Yukimura and Atobe to further improve their strength after two weeks of hard work.

As the two most popular emperor-level players in the middle school, Sanada and Atobe's strength is beyond doubt. Their sweeping skills and peerless insight have achieved a resounding record for them as early as the past two years.As the "emperor" above Sanada, although he also has the gimmick that has never been defeated, Yukimura Seichi is much more mysterious.

What is his special skill?What type of player is he?

Even after fighting with him, many people are still in the fog. It can even be said that only Sanada, who has been his training partner since childhood, can glimpse the truth behind the mist of Yukimura.

This also made Hiyoshi, who was assigned to the Yukimura group, doubtful.

In contrast, Ninjazu, who was also born in the ice emperor, this court strategist known as the "genius of a thousand skills" is much shrewder. Yukimura, who can suppress the "emperor" Sanada, is enough to make people palpitate.

However, Hiyoshi is not a brainless person, or he has a blind worship of Atobe. He believes that Yukimura is definitely a formidable opponent, so the boiling blood of the samurai on his body drives him to challenge the strong.

"You mean, you want to play a ten-ball match with me?" Yukimura's slightly widened eyes showed his surprise, and his soft and friendly smile made him look harmless and non-aggressive.

"Yes." Hiji nodded firmly, the fighting spirit in his eyes was moving.

Atobe standing behind Yukimura frowned, he looked at Yukimura tentatively, only to get a comforting smile from the other party.

"Respect is worse than obedience."

Atobe raised his lips when he heard the words: "In this case, it is better to postpone the time for 10 minutes. If you seize the opportunity, don't miss it." Atobe absolutely trusts his insight, so he looks forward to it more than others What kind of surprise will Yukimura bring him.

There are no professional referees here, but there are no referees either.

The thirteen players simply stood on the sidelines, and Atobe even sat on the coach's bench unceremoniously, of course Hiyoshi's seat.

"Rather than a short practice match, I prefer to call it an exchange match, Hiyoshi-kun." Yukimura threw the tennis ball high in his hand, then suddenly turned his head and smiled at Hiyoshi.

Hiji froze for a moment.

At this second of stagnation, the tennis ball whistling with the sound of piercing through the air swept over the broken hair in his ears, and fell to the ground quickly before the consciousness could return, like a broken bamboo.

"One to zero." Still with such a gentle and harmless smile, Hiji shuddered reflexively, a feeling of needle pricks rushing from the back of his neck all the way to his brain.

Hiyoshi gripped the racket tightly.

The man in front of him is very strong.He suddenly realized this clearly with a strong sense of reality, and the next second his fighting spirit was cooled, he rekindled his soaring desire | It's really great to be able to fight against such a master.

"Complete crushing, even without extra skills, it's just the most basic game of speed and eyesight." Liu still didn't forget to record the data.

A group of people next to Lihaida couldn't help "commenting" as usual.

"Although it feels like Yukimura hasn't taken it seriously yet, the pressure on the court is already strong enough to overwhelm the opponent." Yagyu touched the frame of his glasses, but his expression could not be seen clearly in the reflection.

"This is Seiichi Yukimura, the minister of Rikkai University, the one who stands at the top of the pyramid." King Ni couldn't help laughing, the smile was not the frivolity of the past, but an inexplicable pride.

Even the managers of the three Ice Emperors who were watching from the sidelines couldn't help but communicate.

"It's a completely different feeling than usual." BY felt that he was about to apostate the former president of the Ninja Foot Support Club.

"The cloud is light and the wind crushes the opponent." BY is currently the president of the Atobe Support Club.

"So handsome!!" The president of the Riji support club summed it up brilliantly.

The ten-ball rule is no different from regular games, it is a rotation system.

Riji stared at the yellow ball in his hand for a while, then took a deep breath, and then his eyes returned to their former sharpness.

Son of God, Li Haida...

It's really powerful.

In this case,

I want even more - the next gram! !

"Hiji has entered the state of performing martial arts so quickly!" Xiang Ri looked at his teammates on the field in surprise.

"The stronger the opponent, the more he can stimulate his potential. Hiyoshi is this type." Shinozu pushed his glasses, "Then what should he do next? Yukimura's strength is above him. There are not many lands, but the gap between the two levels can already be seen."

"If it were you, what would you do?" Xiang Ri turned to look at his partner curiously.

"Me?" Ninzuzu tilted his head slightly, then touched his chin, "Probably head-to-head."

"I thought you would only be meticulous in layout, and being so passionate is not at all like your painting style." Xiang Ri laughed.

"Hmm~" Renzu mused, "Probably knowing that if you know how to compare strategies, you can't beat the opponent no matter what." It's just an intuition.

Hiyoshi's second goal is aggressive and has a tricky angle.He is indeed a player who plays with his head, or it should be said that he is a man with a good plan, which is different from the general impression of his blood.Yukimura intuitively felt that this was actually an opponent who was good at formulating strategies.

That's exactly what happened.

The second after Yukimura received the ball, Hiyoshi instantly moved to the point of receiving the ball like a ghost, and returned the ball instantly.

This scene caused a soft whisper from outside the court.

Yukimura did not change his face. He practiced tennis with Sanada since he was a child. Sanada, who is proficient in kendo, has already integrated the true meaning of kendo into his style of play very proficiently. In terms of speed, Hijiruo is still far behind.

At the very second when Yukimura swung his racket, he saw Hiyoshi on the opposite side suddenly smiled without a trace.

Yukimura reacted suddenly, at this moment he immediately felt the racket in his hand vibrate violently.

The ball Hiyoshi just gave was not a simple straight ball at all, or his teleportation move was actually just to confuse Yukimura, making him focus on his own speed and ignore the change of the ball.

"Not bad." Atobe smiled with satisfaction, "But... it's not enough."

While Hiyoshi thought that the ball was safe, the ball with a stronger reverse rotation slammed into the field with a bang, and after rebounding, it was deeply embedded in the back fence.

"The idea of ​​this ball is very good." Yukimura smiled.

Atobe threw another ball to Yukimura from the sidelines.

"Thanks, Atobe."

Atobe nodded, then looked at Hiyoshi and shouted: "Use all your skills and strategies, don't hide your clumsiness."

"Yes, Minister." Hiyoshi nodded, then pursed his lips, staring at the small ball in Yukimura's hand with full attention.

What will the next third ball look like?

One hit kill?Straight ball?Slash ball?

At this second, Hiji's brain turned a hundred possibilities.

But it's just a normal serve.

Hiji didn't hesitate, his brain didn't even have time to judge the direction and height, and the opponent in front of him was completely unfamiliar to him. In a short period of time, he hadn't even been familiar with the opponent's style of play, let alone be able to find out the opponent weakness.

The moment Yukimura caught the ball, he was distracted to pay attention to Atobe outside the field.

He was still so composed.

Cultivating juniors, as seniors, the heart is the same.

Ten goals over.

"Ten to zero." Yukimura exhaled softly, walked to the front court and shook hands with Hiyoshi.

There was not even a drop of sweat on his forehead, but Riji opposite him was out of breath.

"Good game." Yukimura held out his hand.

Riji was stunned for a long time before he shook it back: "Thank you."

"You still have a lot of room to play. I think you will have no regrets during your time in my group." Yukimura's smile was contagious, and Hiyoshi gradually let go of his heart, looking forward to the future co-studio life.

The winter vacation was wasted for a week, and immediately entered the high-intensity training state. On the first day, most people were so tired that they collapsed and went to sleep after eating.

Yukimura is quite used to this kind of intensity, and his own personal training menu is even stronger than this menu.So compared to others, Yukimura still had enough time to turn on the bedside lamp after washing up, and read half a volume of "Natsume Soseki's Essays" before getting ready to go to bed.

But I don't know if it's because he has a slight bed love symptom. He closed his eyes for a long time tonight and still hasn't fallen asleep.Fortunately, Yukimura's sleep habits are very good, even if he has a little insomnia, he won't toss and turn. After thinking about tomorrow's training arrangement in his mind, he roughly imagined the personnel arrangement for the practice match, and fell asleep unconsciously.

On a winter night, even with a small wind blowing, I feel cold all over my body.

Yukimura was in a daze and only felt that he was lying on something and didn't know where he was going. He tried to open his eyes, only to see the white ceiling.

He felt a sense of oppressive discomfort on his face, and after a moment of trance, he saw the bottle, and doctors and nurses in white coats.

They couldn't see their faces clearly while wearing masks, but the urgency in the air could be felt without careful savoring.

"Quick, the patient regained consciousness." A doctor wearing rimless glasses anxiously shouted to the nurse beside him, "Can you hear me, can you hear my voice, Yukimura-kun?"

Yukimura frowned, wanted to speak but couldn't, so he had to move his fingers.

But no one seemed to notice his strangeness.

He saw the lights of the operating room flickering ahead.

The next second, when he was pushed into the dark operating room, he felt a terrible weightlessness, and then lost consciousness again...

Yukimura was shocked, and touched the soft mattress again after a short flight, he opened his eyes suddenly——

"Just now..." Yukimura sat up and rubbed his forehead with his right hand.Just had a disturbing dream in a trance, only to wake up with broken fragments.

A white wall, and a flickering red light,

So what's there to be disturbed about?

Yukimura chuckled lightly.But no matter what, he didn't feel sleepy at all.

It was already midnight, Yukimura looked at the clock on the wall - ten past twelve.

Although he had to get up early for morning exercises tomorrow morning, but now Yukimura couldn't sleep no matter what, he simply ordered a coat and wanted to go to the terrace to get some air.

When passing by the next room, Yukimura saw a ray of light coming through under the crack of the door.

Just as he was standing outside the door, the door in front of him was opened as if by heart.

"Yukimura?" Atobe looked at Yukimura who was wearing a coat and looking tired in front of him with some surprise.

Yukimura raised the corner of his mouth slightly, showing a self-conscious smile: "Good evening, Atobe-kun."

Atobe looked at Yukimura thoughtfully, without asking a word, just said: "My uncle is planning to have a midnight snack, since you haven't slept yet, why don't we go together?"

"I happen to be a little hungry too." Yukimura rubbed his belly, the smile on his face was a little more sincere than before.

Several plates of low-calorie snacks and a pot of hot black tea were placed on the tea table. After the butler dutifully arranged the tableware, he closed the door and left the two of them alone.

"Drinking black tea at night is not afraid of insomnia." Yukimura joked a few words but raised his teacup.

"Oh," Atobe snorted coldly, "I still have some things to deal with, I'm afraid I'll be sleepy if I don't need black tea to refresh myself."

Yukimura drank the black tea, and it was very comfortable that the warmth went straight to his throat.

Atobe rubbed his temples wearily with his fingers.

"What, is it difficult?"

"Not really." Atobe also felt that the tone just now seemed a bit inappropriate, but now he spoke much softer. "It's just rare to deal with trivial matters so late, earlier than my usual time to fall asleep."

Yukimura didn't ask anymore, and took a few mouthfuls of dim sum, only to find that the taste was quite to his own taste.

At this moment, the atmosphere that was still somewhat entertaining just now became cold in an instant.

But the two were relatively silent, and they didn't feel embarrassed.

Obviously he didn't chat with Atobe, but Yukimura just felt that the dream that bothered him just now disappeared.

The author has something to say: the handicap has been sent ahead of time, this is tomorrow's amount, and Mina-sang's next day will be Friday.

Recently, every day is really life-threatening to update the article. The professional class is really drunk. Last night I worked on PPT until late at night. After reporting today, the teacher said that I will make a model. Then I will not stop updating every day for 678 weeks. I have to insist on updating. I just vomited blood come out.After taking a shower in the evening, I quickly typed 1500 words half an hour before class.

I hope you will forgive me, for now, I can only update it every other day.

I really need to cure my procrastination that I can’t save manuscripts without opening pits. To be honest, I am really busy in class. There are classes in the evenings of February, Three, and Four. From Monday to Friday, I have to do design when I am full of classes during the day. Winter and summer vacations, but once the vacation is off, I won't want to make a hole at all... It's all my own fault.

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