[Net King] Unparalleled Lucky

Everyone gathers at the central tennis court.

Facing them was the slender figure in a white coat holding a trumpet on the high platform building as always. It was Yukio Kurobe, the technical coach of U-17. He glanced at the faces below, and his condescending gaze seemed very indifferent : "We met for the first time. During the period when the team leader was away, I was the technical coach Kurobe who was entrusted to temporarily serve as a guide."

"As far as you know, in addition to the 246 players in this training camp, 50 junior high school students were specially recruited. This training camp does not distinguish between school age and age, and we only focus on strength."

Having said that, he seemed to consciously keep his eyes on Yukimura and Fuji for a while, and then said after a pause, "But..."

"The team leader has a message for me to pass on to everyone."

"—300 people, too many."

"Buzzing..."

With the huge boom of the helicopter's propeller, more than 200 tennis balls fell from the sky densely.

At the same time, it was accompanied by Coach Kurobe's explanation: "Now throw 250 balls, and the team leader said——"

"The guy who didn't get the ball," Kurobe closed his eyes silently, as if this sentence was a bit indecent, before finishing his discussion, "pack him up and leave immediately."

Almost instantly, Fuji raised his racket and took one of the tennis balls into his hand, winking at Yukimura: "I always feel that the words of the team leader will not be as gentle as what coach Kurobe said."

"The original words should be something like 'useless scum, get out of here'." Yukimura thought of the really rude coach Mifune, and nodded in agreement, "But I didn't expect him to be the team leader."

"I think he should miss us very much." Thinking of the "good things" they did before they left, Buer was really looking forward to seeing them again.

but……

"Now, how can I just have a tennis ball in my hand?"

"Want to see who gets more?"

The two looked at each other and smiled, and they both saw in each other's eyes the little thought of competing.

It depends on who can get more tennis balls.

As for those who are likely to be eliminated because they don't have tennis... going to Mifune's coach to hone and hone may have a greater harvest.

Maybe it's time to thank them.

"Hurry up, go grab the ball!" The high school students rushed forward, and soon they opened their mouths in surprise——

Wait, why is the ball missing? !

"there is none left!"

"No way?!" Looking at the companions who were almost empty-handed, the high school students looked at each other in blank dismay: Didn't they say there were 250 balls?Based on the number of people less than 300, it should be - most people will not be eliminated!

But the imagination is very full, and the reality is very skinny.

"Look—!"

Someone yelled, startling countless people to look in that direction.

In the place occupied by 50 junior high school students, almost everyone has several in their hands, some even have tennis balls in their arms.

The most exaggerated one is Yukimura and Fuji, two guys who wanted to compete, almost grabbed a tennis mountain by themselves.

"Sixty, 61, ... oh, 68, 69." Fuji was counting while catching the ball, and finally finished counting at this time.

On the other side, Yukimura looked over the top tennis ball, and the two finally blurted out their final number almost simultaneously: "Seventy."

"It's a pity." Yukimura was helpless, he was always evenly matched, and occasionally it made him very distressed.For example, asking Fuji to owe him a condition has always been as difficult as skyrocketing.

"Look there!"

Near the steps, a tennis ball quietly fell to the ground.

High school students came almost collectively.

only--

"Crack!" First, a small stone hit the tennis ball and made it bounce high. In the eyes of countless people, this tennis ball, which can be said to represent the last hope, landed on a red tennis ball with a very beautiful parabola. shoot on.

"Catch up!" With a pair of golden cat eyes shining under the brim of the white hat, who is the young boy who looks flirtatious in casual clothes, who should have gone to the United States to participate in the youth tennis competition?

He raised his head confidently and arrogantly, skipped those incompetent high school students, and showed a provocative smile to the familiar junior high school seniors present: "Oh, long time no see, everyone."

"It really hasn't changed at all, that kid." Yukimura smiled lightly. It seems that the performance of American youth competitions is not bad?

"No," Fuji looked at Echizen's height that seemed to have gone up in just three months, and smiled with eyebrows and eyes crooked. "Visual estimation is five centimeters taller."

Monitor indoors.

"All the junior high school students got their tennis balls." Kurobe looked at the nearly chaotic high school students, and calmly concluded, "It seems that there will be more people in the loser group this time."

After all, Yukimura and Fuji alone received almost half more, plus the other middle school students each took more than two tennis balls, this time it can be said that all the high school students returned empty-handed.

In the end, only 250 people received 50 tennis balls... Coach Mifune really needs to worry about it.

The commotion of Echizen catching up with the training camp had just ended, and the coach's voice came from the field again: "Well, let me briefly explain the training rules this time."

"It is divided into sixteen courts according to strength. The smaller the serial number, the stronger the strength. Before daily training, the coach will designate opponents to change games, which is called [replacement battle]. The winner advances, and the loser returns to the original site."

"Strength comes first...it fits my idea." Yukimura glanced at the red and white uniforms of the high school students and said thoughtfully.

"Next, those who didn't pick up the tennis ball, according to what I said before, you can leave the field and go home directly. It's over."

Ignoring the conflicts between the high school students and the junior high school students, Yukimura was rarely distracted.

In fact, the last time he came to u17, he noticed that Zhou Zhu was inexplicably familiar with this place.In addition, he also recalled the scene of the game with Tezuka shown to him by Fuji's mental power explosion during the friendly match, in which they were wearing the team uniforms here.

Weird isn't it?He can be sure that Zhou Zhu has never been here before, but he seems to have lived here, and he has a foreknowledge of everything.

Just as he was thinking, he was suddenly interrupted by a voice: "Hey, that guy over there, who looks like a woman, has the ability to compete with me!"

There was a weird silence in the junior high school team.

Just now, someone from high school said that he wanted to compete with a guy wearing glasses. Tezuka Ninzu Yagyugan... A bunch of people who wear glasses are scrambling to play, but in the end they got passed by from nowhere Echizen of the glasses took the lead.

And now the one being provoked is... a guy who looks like a woman?

A bunch of people look at me, I look at you, no one wants to admit it, and finally all eyes are on Yukimura and Fuji in the center.

The corner of Fuji's mouth twitched, he took a step back, and looked at Yukimura with a smile on his face: "I seem to be calling you, Seichi."

"..." Yukimura laughed like a lily in the background.

Soon, Yukimura taught high school students what is meant by 'kill without blood'.

Looking at the collapsed and trembling guy, he calmly walked past a group of timid high school students.

"Yes, it's that person!" Someone in the high school team said tremblingly.

"What?! They're here too!"

I have to say that Yukimura and Fuji really impressed the high school students who had been under Mifune's coach. Even if they couldn't tell that there was such a test as the loser group out of secrecy, they still didn't forget to give it to their classmates. They popularized the glorious history of these two men.

Obviously, more than one group of high school students are selected for U-17 every year, and almost everyone here has their own news channels.After briefly whispering fearfully to each other about how scary the guy in the coat was just now, the high school students quickly quieted down and ran away more like avoiding the plague.

Echizen saw that the opponent he had finally tricked in front of him ran away before finishing the fight because of Yukimura, and curled his lips in dissatisfaction.

However, his attention was quickly taken away by the new people who appeared, and he had no time to worry about the opponent who disappeared halfway.

White as the base, red and black as the sides, wearing the uniforms of the official U-17 training camp, the temperament is completely different from the rabble of high school students just now. Three people walked over slowly.

Among them, a young man with brilliant blond curly hair and round-rimmed glasses, with a gentle temperament, gave them a friendly smile, and his voice was extremely soft and pleasant: "I'm sorry, private competitions were not allowed here."

His eyes fell on Yukimura who had just left the stage, and he tilted his head: "We meet again, Yukimura-kun, Fuji-kun."

"Mr. Irijiang." Wei Wei nodded his head as a greeting, but directly ignored the rule of 'no private competition' he just said, "These two are...?"

"Tokugawa Kazuya, second grade." Irie first pointed to the handsome young man with dark blue shattered hair who looked very stable and had an amazing deterrent force, and then pushed his palms up to the red-haired, burly and very vicious man, " This is Oni Jujiro, a third grader."

Both Tokugawa and Oni had heard about these two junior high school students who seemed to be favored by the coach and made an exception from Irieguchi a few months ago.They all subconsciously looked at the two seemingly harmless teenagers in front of them, but they felt vigilant in their hearts.

They were originally drawn by Irie to have a look at the junior high school students who were said to be outstanding this year, but they really encountered such a big surprise.They had watched the entire match between Yukimura and the high school students just now, and they could almost see through everything that other people couldn't discover.

But it is because of understanding that I feel terrible.It has to be said that such age and strength are enough for them to take it seriously.

"I hope that when we have the opportunity, we can compete." It was the ghost who had been silent all this time who said this. He looked at Yukimura and made an invitation very carefully.

Naturally, Yukimura would not refuse: "I can't ask for it."

People from other schools looked at each other.

Why does Yukimura and Fuji seem to know this place very well?

And from that blond guy just now, they already knew each other?

The three of them came hastily and left quickly.

It's just that the other people who are confused are dissatisfied. Is it really enough to ignore them?

"Hey, what's your number?" Echizen was the first to stop Tokugawa with his racket.

However, he suddenly looked directly at Tokugawa Kazuya's indifferent gaze, and was startled by the deterrence that the other party seemed to penetrate straight into his heart at a glance, and he froze all of a sudden.

Tokugawa Kazuya walked around Echizen indifferently, and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.

Before entering the river and leaving, I did not forget to kindly give them a small reminder: "The ones who tried to play against you just now are all guys behind the No. [-] court."

The author has something to say:

Wrong estimate, I'm already desperate for the speed of my progress...

Today's 800-meter physical test, I was exhausted. I wanted to write about the seven-ball matchup, but I suddenly found that I didn't have the energy. Uh, let's just make do with it:-D