Wang Wangzhi starts from Sharingan

Chapter 175 Qingxue & Rokkaku, special training together
At this time, on the quiet beach.

Just when Bei Chuankong was about to start the special training with everyone, the Liujiao people who were training on the beach suddenly broke in.

"Eh~"

"What's going on here?"

"Wow, what are these things like? It looks like the playground made by my father."

"The people over there are"

Accompanied by the voices of questions from everyone in Rokkaku, on the beach, the two teams staged an unexpected encounter and looked at each other.

"Hey, you are!"

"People from Rokkaku Middle School!"

Turning his head, Liujiao and his party met the eyes of everyone in Qingxue.

Looking at the dark red team uniforms worn by everyone in Rokkaku and the familiar faces they had just seen two days ago, Kikumaru and Oishi couldn't help but speak.

At this time, when looking at each other, Saeki Torajiro, who was dripping with sweat, also saw his "childhood sweetheart".

A look of surprise, a smile, and a voice of call blurted out.

"No two!"

"How will you be here!"

Obviously, compared to the Seigakus who had known each other before, Saeki Torajiro's sudden recognition directly made the Rokkaku people look at each other.

"Saeki, long time no see."

"By the way, I watched your game that afternoon. You played really well."

Her smiling face and Hexi's gentleness make people fall in love with her.

After learning from Torajiro Saeki that Fuji was his friend who grew up with him since childhood, everyone in Rokkaku looked at Fuji even more differently.

"Hey, what happened? Why did you stop?"

At this time, with his hands behind his back, his long goatee blowing in the wind, and a leisurely expression on his face, the father made a shining appearance.

As everyone in Liujiao hurriedly turned around to greet him, Dad slowly came to the front of everyone in Qingxue.

Here, Kitagawa Sora spoke first and said hello politely.

"Hello, Dad, I am Sora Kitagawa, the coach of the Seigaku Tennis Club."

"Oh, I know you. Little Kongkong, a very interesting little guy."

quack~~~
Little empty?What the hell?
At this moment, not only Kitagawa Sora, but also Fuji, Tezuka and others were stunned for a moment, and then laughed happily.

In the end, Kitagawa Sora could only reluctantly accept his new nickname.

Yes, you are old, so you have the final say. Let Xiao Kongkong be Xiao Kongkong.

As for the people in Rokkaku, they were a little confused.

Director Akai raised his eyebrows one by one: "Coach of Qingxue Tennis Club?"

Ryota's eyes froze in the morning: "Kitagawa Sora? The 'strongest' demon king on the surface?"

Others also paused and asked, "Qing Xue?"

"In other words, this Fuji is the legendary genius Fuji?"

I don't know who muttered something, causing everyone to wake up.

At this time, Saeki Torajiro seemed to react, and touched his head slightly embarrassed.

I just focused on introducing Fuji to everyone, and didn’t respond to other aspects of things.

At this time, the stares on the beach gradually escalated.

Staring at each other, sizing each other up, their eyes constantly intertwined.

Qingxue/Rokujia, the opponent in the semi-finals of the top four!

"Hello, I'm Akaiichi, the director of the tennis club at Rokkaku Middle School."

"Hi, I'm Tezuka Kunimitsu, the head of the Tennis Club of Youth Academy."

The two ministers, one big and one small, shook hands and greeted each other.

"Hi, I'm Ryota Morning."

"Hello, I'm Sadaharu Inui."

Two men with glasses who were working on data began to have a vague confrontation.

"Hello, I am"

In this way, during a series of friendly mutual self-introductions, everyone in Qingxue and Liujiao already had a preliminary understanding.

Of course, because everyone is communicating with each other with good intentions, it is normal for the relationship to get better.

Game, competition, opponent.
When in a state of healthy and friendly competition, both parties will naturally become friends.

"By the way, Fuji, what are you doing?"

At this time, looking at the special runway on the beach and the old wooden rackets held in the hands of everyone in Qingxue, Saeki Torajiro asked curiously.

"Well, training, we will be conducting special training here in the next three days." "Special training!"

A different kind of coincidence surprised everyone in Liujiao.

Yes, it seems that this is fate, everyone is actually training.

After Kitagawa Sora looked at the people in Rokkaku, he looked at his father next to him who still had the same leisurely expression.

"Everyone in Rokkaku, from the looks of it, you must be undergoing special training."

"So, do you want to have a special three-day staycation?"

Kitagawa Sora, on his part, smiled and sent an invitation to Rokkaku to stay together.

Originally, Kitagawa Sora was still thinking about how to find his father in a "reasonable" way and meet Byodo-in Phoenix in the temple.

After all, if you go directly to the temple to 'visit', and after seeing Byodo-in Phoenix, say, 'Come on, little Phoenix, let's fight with you~', something big will probably happen.

No, due to fate and God's will, we actually met them directly on the beach.

"Accommodating together"

On Rokkaku's side, Akaiichi and Hayama Ryota looked at each other and then looked directly at their father.

"Dad, do you see it?"

"Yeah, okay~"

Under the gaze of everyone, the old man nodded leisurely, expressing his agreement.

"Hehe, then, Qingxue and Rokkaku's special training together will begin now."

Kikumaru jumped to his feet and raised his hands high.

Under the smile, he announced loudly.

"Then everyone from Rokkaku should come here and pick out the tennis rackets you'll be using later."

"Oh, by the way, these are the rules about the 'special training track'. Take a look."

On Beichuan Kong's side, he asked the Liujiao people to get the tennis rackets, and at the same time handed over an instruction sheet.

Fortunately, Kitagawa Sora had habitually prepared an extra set of related tools before.

There is finally no shortage of old wooden tennis rackets and the like.

soon.

After some preparation.

Qingxue & Rokkaku's two-school joint training has officially begun.

"Get ready!"

"run!"

Standing on the platform next to the starting point, Inui Sadaharu held the score sheet and pen in his hands, and Asa Ryota held the stopwatch.

In the eyes of everyone, the shout representing the beginning rang out.

And with the start of the timing, Beichuankong, who had already made preparations at the starting point, shot out of his whole body like an arrow leaving the string.

Stepping on the sand, gravel flew.

The groups have actually been divided, and the fourteen team members from the two schools matched up one by one.

Well, not counting Kitagawa Sora.

In the surprise of Rokkaku Middle School, everyone in Seigaku voted and unanimously recommended that Sora Kitagawa form a team by himself.

As for why, haha, the loser has to drink up the juice.

After Shitenbao Temple, the main candidates of Rokkaku Middle School became the next lucky ones~~~
Because everyone was unfamiliar with the 'special training track', Sora Kitagawa became the first one to start.

After all, these things were designed by him, so it’s just right to give everyone a demonstration.

This is not.

As Kitagawa Sora set off, others began to watch intently.

brush!
On the special training track, Kitagawa Sora was flying rapidly, like a figure rising in the wind, which made everyone in Rokkaku on the sidelines stare at each other.

"It's so fast!"

"Is it really okay to run at this sprint speed?"

The special training track is not short, and part of it is in the sea. There are traps and obstacles in it, so everyone at Rojia Middle School raised the above doubts.

However, the explanation from Kikumaru made everyone in Rokkaku Middle School stunned again.

"Sprint speed?"

"That's not true. This speed is just Beichuan's normal speed."

Looking at Kikumaru's upright and swaying fingers, everyone in Liujiao was dumbfounded again.

You call this normal speed?

Without him, just because Kitagawa Sora on the special training track had already run three to five meters in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)