[True luck] My young taming is too lax!

Teenagers' mornings are always full of vigor.After a night of rest, the players gathered in the center court were a little nervous.Yesterday's team competition did not determine the winner, but they all knew that the meaning of this game was definitely more than that.

In the morning training crowd, there were only familiar junior high school teammates, and the other high school students who used to practice together were gone.Some sensitive people found those teammates who won the game when observing each other. Obviously, the badges that were pinned to the jacket yesterday disappeared today.They had discussed in private that Ruo Yijun's ranking was determined in such a rash way, which seemed too childish, so it was not too much of a surprise to see such a result now.

In the morning, they found the latest first-team roster on the bulletin board, and the ones that were clearly marked were the candidates for the "U17 World Cup".The 14 contestants among them were members of the first army that the teenagers knew, but on the bulletin board on the other side, they did not see the usual list of second army transposition matches, not even any familiar names.

Yukimura looked around, and Chi's puzzled gaze haunted him for a long time.

"I told you that exchanging badges is just a formality. What else can't be understood?" Marui blew a bubble, "It's impossible for us to enter the first army if there are high school students in the hotel. If you have fantasies, why don't you study how to defeat Yukimura? .”

Kirihara drooped his shoulders and looked at Marui pitifully, "Senior Marui, I'm just worried that the minister will separate from us to participate in the competition..." If this is the case, I guess I can only watch the minister's competition on TV. I feel sad just thinking about it.Although it seemed that he didn't feel so sad about not letting the minister join in now, he also felt contradictory that the minister was qualified to occupy the position.

He was worried about these things, so naturally he didn't notice the man who came out of the control tower after the morning training.Regarding the participation of junior high school students in this year's World Cup, even if it has been kept secret, Kurobe knows that some of those smart children have guessed it.He raised his hand and looked at his watch, it was almost time for that person to appear on stage.

"You have seen the list of U12 World Cup competitions that will open in December this year. In previous years, high school students from all over the world were selected for team competitions, but this year new rules have been promulgated to increase the qualifications for junior high school students on the original basis."

Kurobe paused, waiting for the discussions among the teenagers to stop.

"After observation and testing, 14 members of the first army of high school students have been selected as representatives of Japan. Next, the head coach will announce the selection list for the junior high school group."

After finishing speaking, he looked up at the sky from a distance.The sound of propellers came from the sky above the forest behind the court. When people turned their heads to look, the small helicopter that had dropped the tennis ball on the first day in the hotel was coming to the sky above the court and slowly landed at the other end.

The helicopter door was opened, and a tall and strong shadow made many people feel familiar.The man stepped out of the dark cabin, his messy long hair and majestic body caused a burst of cries.

"That old man! Coach Sanchuan... is actually the head coach?!"

In their minds flashed the days when they were tortured to the brim, and they made up their minds countless times to go back to the dormitory so that they would never have to see the old man's face again, but now they found that the most authoritative person had actually tortured them to death Not as good as the one who died...

Kirihara swallowed, muttered in a low voice and hid behind Sanada, "Deputy Director, you are actually under the head coach's special training..." He didn't know whether he should feel sorry for not going, or be glad that he stayed in the dormitory.

Yukimura watched the head coach curiously for a while, thinking of the time Sanada described to him, couldn't help but smiled, and asked Sanada in a low voice, "Coach Mifune is very concerned about your progress?"

Sanada paused, a little uncomfortable with what Kurobe said in the morning, "Polite words."

They watched the man step down and noticed a piece of paper in his hand.Mifune squinted his eyes and scanned the teenagers in front of him, and his eyes fell on a few impressive people.He "watched" the games of these children through surveillance cameras, compared those who had trained with him and those who stayed in the dormitory, and paid attention to the players who were most likely to change.He looked around, but he did not find the son of the samurai Nanjiro among the crowd.

Thinking of the news he heard from Saito last night, he snorted inwardly.Boring rules constrain the old system, but without a system, it is impossible to select fairly.The so-called competition is such a complicated thing, which allows excellent players to stand out, and also allows those players who are unwilling to be restrained to leave.

After all, Mifune would not mention the people who had quit in the crowd, he stared at the last name on the list, and strode in front of everyone.

"I am the head coach of the Japanese team, Mifune Isodo. This is the list of you selected for the middle school group." He waved the paper in his hand and sat cross-legged on a chair beside him, "This list was researched by all the coaches. , Swallow it back if you have any opinions."

His words were particularly uncomfortable. The tall and thin man who came out after him touched his forehead helplessly and continued, "The players who are not selected will also have the opportunity to participate in the next game. During the World Cup, there will be someone as a candidate to fill the injury A starter who quit the game, so…”

Saito smiled, and squinted at the teenagers who cheered up, "The ones who stay can't relax."

He nodded at the three boats staring at him, "Then, let's announce the candidates now. Captain—"

"Atobe Keigo!"

People looked along his line of sight, the blond boy with tear mole raised his eyebrows not too surprised, and exchanged a glance with Yukimura not far away.

"Yukimura Seichi! Sanada Genichiro! Shiraishi Kuranosuke..."

He read the names one by one, and those teenagers continued to receive everyone's attention. It was not until the last few names were about to be read that Saito turned his head to look at Mifune.This list does not contain the name of Echizen Ryoma. Even if the coaches think it is a pity, they will not mention the disqualified candidates in front of the players.

"...Kirhara Akaya, and finally, Tachibana Juhei!" Saito looked up at the hesitant teenagers in front of him, "Among those who didn't call, Liu Renji and Gan Sadaharu will join Mitsuya as Fellow staff."

He returned to the stairs of the command tower, walked to Kurobe and handed him the list. The two of them also valued Tachibana who replaced Echizen Ryoma. position, only his strength is sufficient.

Mifune didn't care about their inner thoughts.He is now looking back and forth between Atobe and Yukimura, as if he is not satisfied with the positions of these two people.Even if he knew that Yukimura would follow the junior high school team as a supervisor, he didn't have much interest in this boy.But among the junior high school students, no one who can defeat Yukimura can puff up his chest and admit it.

He looked up and down Yukimura almost critically, a bit puzzled that such a boy with the appearance of a girl could become No.1.In the field of mental strength, Yukimura does occupy the peak position alone, but in terms of playing style, Mifune still appreciates the strong masculinity.

——If you have the opportunity in the future, you must test this guy's supervisory qualifications.

Thinking this way, he gave Sanada a hard look at Yukimura.A dignified man is actually chasing after other people's buttocks!Anytime they stay together, the twins are as in sync as the two of them.

"From today onwards, Hesu adopts a new training mode. Players on the list will not participate in the qualifying competition. They need to complete a new customized menu and choose their own opponents for practice matches, regardless of grade. Players outside the list need to participate in the new ranking. Saito raised the horn and continued to explain. A group of people were approaching not far away. He glanced at the teenagers in the arena pointedly, "Of course, the opponents in the practice match can also be high school students."

Yukimura raised his head and squinted at the first-team players who were coming to the center court.He immediately caught the sight of Coach Saito's words, the tall red-haired boy was staring at him with bright eyes blinking.

Yukimura couldn't help but smile.

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After Yukimura finished the new menu for the day, he spotted a figure waiting outside the gym.His training has added a lot of strength and endurance items. Obviously, in order to compete in the World Cup, he must highlight his flexible areas and must overcome his physical weaknesses.

The red hair at the door was very conspicuous, Yukimura took the towel and put it around his neck, and walked slowly to the person.

"Senior Maori, let's go."

Mouri blinked, scratched his hair and left beside Yukimura.He really wanted to fight Yukimura before the [-]st and [-]nd Army team competition yesterday, and now you are walking towards the court without saying a word, and you are in a very light mood.

"Little Yukimura, why don't you be the captain?" Mori is much taller than Yukimura, and he's not like Nioh who likes to hunchback. The two of them walked side by side as if they had grown up a lot. "Lihai has selected 6 people, are you worried?" Can't it be arranged fairly?"

"I'm not worried about myself, but to choose the most suitable captain for the sake of other people's justice." Yukimura shook his head, looking helpless at the senior's unacceptable expression, "I really can't do anything except for Li Hai. Focus on other people, not to mention that although the players in the middle school group don’t know yet, if there is a middle school group playing alone during the competition, I will be the on-site supervisor.”

Mori opened his mouth, his surprise looked a little funny, but Yukimura missed it very much.

"...Koyukimura, that's amazing!"

He looked very proud, and he said incessantly, "Before you came to the camp, I told Senior Zhongjima that you would definitely beat him. Thanks to you, I earned free juice yesterday."

Yukimura didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I only gambled on a glass of juice in the game?" He seemed to have thought of something, raised his eyebrows and stared at Mouri, "Mental resistance has improved a bit, senior. But the game is still lost, how should I punish you? "

Maori's eyes widened, "I lost to Nioh, this is just a practice match within Lihai."

"Obviously King Ren has tried his best, but you are still fishing in troubled waters." Yukimura's face sank, "I don't know if you have reached an agreement and only used [-]% of your strength, but looking at the first few troops behind, you don't feel like you are fighting. Is it bad?"

Maori pursed his lips, feeling that his heart had been ruthlessly poked a hole, "Those guys tried to increase their strength without authorization, and Moonlight and I were just unlucky to play in the first group." He lowered his head and peeked at Yukimura's face, pretending Sighing pretendingly, "Okay, today you can use the five senses, how about it?"

"I hope that senior can use all his strength to respond to my five senses." Yukimura said pointedly, "Your flexibility is not limited to dislocating your arms."

They stopped at the entrance of a small court in Zone D, and each pulled out their rackets.Maori asked uncertainly, "Do you want to break through?"

Yukimura nodded, "I feel the bottleneck. If I don't think in other directions, I'm afraid I will suffer a bit in the World Cup."

Maori didn't quite believe his words, "Even if your mental power is in the world competition, it's hard to have an opponent? Who will make you feel troublesome?"

Yukimura pointed to the opposite side, motioning for Maori to go over, "Anyone can make me feel difficult. Especially you, senior."

Their sparring was initially just a warm-up.The two of them were chatting about their experience of being separated for a month. Mouri's biggest surprise was seeing Sanada's blackness, so he listened to Yukimura's talk very curiously.

"...Your and Sanada's ability to resonate is very interesting. Can this be used like Nioh's forced coordinator, without restricting the use of the target?" Mori blocked Yukimura's smash in front of the net and returned the ball to the bottom line.

Yukimura naturally also received it.They didn't use their own tricks yet, but kept a gradually accelerating rhythm, "No. The requirement for empathy is higher, unless I meet a partner who appreciates me very much, and the other party also appreciates my tennis."

A person flashed in his mind, and then shook his head.If you need to play doubles with senior Tokugawa, what level of character should your opponent be?

"Anyway, I don't want to play doubles with you at all. Even I am completely controlled by my partner. This feeling is probably only acceptable to Sanada." Mao Li ran on the court with a smile, and did not forget to say a few words of provocation.

Yukimura didn't care. In the past, this guy had never taken it seriously in practice matches with Senpai Mori, and he didn't think he could break his bottleneck this time. "The doubles between me and Genichiro is a manipulation based on trust." If it were someone else, he would not be willing to manipulate it.

"Okay, okay..." Maori narrowed his eyes, "Are you two getting along?"

Yukimura paused, the strength of the racket in his hand could not be controlled well, and he slammed it hard to the sideline in front of the net.The ball bounced high and turned over the Maori racket that had just run over, and the first ball was finally over.

"...I know, I won't say any more." Mao Li shrugged, "Everyone in Lihai knows it, you won't completely forget to tell me, right?"

Yukimura smiled, with an innocent and gentle expression, "It's almost possible to use the five senses, Maori-senpai."

"...does it really work?" Maori sighed, bent over to pick up the small ball and rubbed it against each other, "It's the same for Nioh and I who lost, it seems that you didn't give him more training." He hummed a little unhappy , if he really won Xiao Niwang, Yukimura probably wouldn't care, but he almost didn't come back to his senses when he saw the phantom yesterday, "When did that guy maintain the phantom for so long?"

"Senior, when you and your new partner are friendly." Yukimura raised his hand to serve, "Ochi-senpai's spiritual assassination is amazing, can't you resist it?"

"Let's stop discussing my resistance to mental power. My own game is always evaluated as strong mental power, but I always lose to you." Mao Li was a little puzzled, his will to survive always He can help him out of danger in actual combat, but once he meets a spiritual player, he will be restrained. "In my five-dimensional value, the spirit is obviously very high. But facing the same player is like being sealed."

His words made Yukimura suddenly have an idea, but it was just a flash of inspiration, which made him catch a shadow and quickly escaped.He couldn't help but stop, frown and think, looking for the train of thought just now, he didn't even care about the ball flying to his feet.

"Yukimura? Yukimura?"

Mori was a little puzzled by this person's sudden truce, not knowing that his casual complaint gave Yukimura a new direction of thinking.

"Senior Maori, your mental strength is 6, right?" Yukimura rubbed the handle of the racket, subconsciously tapped the racket in his palm, "This is not low, why still can't break through the five senses?"

He looked extremely troubled, and Maori knew the practice couldn't go on.He circled the net and pulled Yukimura to the sidelines, and the two of them sat down on the bench.

"I discussed this issue with Senior Tanejima, and it probably feels similar to Xiangke."

Mao Li whispered and took a sip of water, raised his legs and swayed in the air little by little, "Just like many tennis moves can restrain each other, the five senses can break the first two doors of the realm of selflessness, and they are seamlessly broken, and The evolution of the Five Senses can break through seamlessly, and the two are like deadly rivals."

Yukimura finally listened to his words, "Only different types of tricks can counter each other."

"But I think your ability to defeat him is also because you have restrained his spiritual power."

Yukimura raised his head and stared at the red-haired boy, "You mean the mirror image and the dream?" He thought for a while and agreed, "If the mirror image is a shield, then the dream can not affect the opponent's own state without the physical limitations of the shield... "

Maori nodded, "That's right. Although I don't know what your bottleneck is, this is probably the reason why I can't break through the five senses." He leaned back, stretched his arms and put the armchair, "I Your mental strength may be a shield, which can block the pressure of the game and the opponent's aura, but it has no resistance at all in the face of aggressive tricks such as destroying the five senses and mental assassination."

He turned his head to look at Yukimura who was in deep thought, he didn't know what to do, he could only quietly close his eyes and wait for this person to come back to his senses.He is not in a hurry to leave, standing on the same court with Li Hai's teammates is enough to make him feel satisfied, the kind of heart that has always been unsteady since graduation slowly returns to the original place, even if it is just sitting with each other in silence , Maori also feels comfortable.

He seemed to have been emptied like this for a long time, until the people around him patted his arm lightly, and then slowly opened his eyes.

"Sleeping like this will make you sick, Maori-senpai."

He smiled, staring at Yukimura with sparkling eyes, "Have you figured it out?"

"Not yet, but thanks to you, I finally found a way to go."

Yukimura looked into his eyes seriously, and the corner of his mouth raised a gentle arc, "Thank you. I thought it was just an ordinary practice, but I didn't expect to find inspiration from you."

Maori blinked, "I'm a senior anyway, Yukimura, let me fight with Sanada next time, he's more fun."

Yukimura nodded kindly, "Let's go."

Maori tilted his head, "Where are you going?"

"Please introduce someone for me." Yukimura stood up, put away his racket, and carried his bag on his shoulder.

"The one who is famous for his mirror image, does not break the predecessor."