I'm in NetKing, and I have a tennis mini-game

During the national competition for junior high school students last year, there was no powerful player named Ishikawa in Hyotei.

In this year's high school competition, Hyokui had a very powerful player win the championship. But that person’s name wasn’t Ishikawa either.

"What do you think?"

Hearing this, Ishikawa smiled and said, "Of course I will join them."

Done.

He ran out along the asphalt road.

"Forehead!"

Both of them were stunned.

Their first thought was that the other party was joking, but as they looked at Ishikawa's back gradually going away, their eyes suddenly became shocked.

The other party is actually playing it real?

He just arrived at the base and started training. He is a training madman!

Maori was thoughtful, and seemed to understand why Ishikawa, as a junior high school student, had the strength to rival Oichi level.

Yuan Zhe also nodded secretly in his heart.

If the other party is not pretentious, then this person's level of self-discipline is probably no worse than that of his junior who is now the head of the Tennis Club of Tiantianbo Temple Junior High School!

the other side.

In a stadium with few people.

There were very few staff members wearing black jackets, and even during training time, the high school students in the stadium were talking freely.

"Hey, did you hear that?"

One of the young men, who was thin and had a tuft of yellow hair on his smooth head, smiled and said, "The coaches are selecting the candidates to show off their power to the newcomers tomorrow."

"Oh?"

Hear the words.

A young man with a band-aid on his nose asked in surprise, "Have this year's newcomers arrived? Why didn't I see them?"

"The number is very small, only three."

Another young man with blue hair shook his head and said: "Maybe something went wrong on the road. Or maybe the coaches wanted to play some other tricks."

"really."

A fierce-looking man with a crew cut and sunglasses nodded: "This seems like something those three coaches would do."

"There are only three of them. They should all be the elite among the newcomers, right?"

At this time.

A young man with black hair and a serious face said in a deep voice: "Just like Tokugawa last year, those three coaches must have no good intentions."

"hey-hey."

When Eggman's yellow hair heard this, he grinned and said, "I'm quite interested. After all, the black coats said it when they informed them. If they can get rid of those three people, they can accompany them to the next expedition."

"oh?!"

Hear the words.

Everyone's eyes, which were not very interested at first, suddenly lit up.

"Matsuhira, are you telling the truth?"

The black-haired young man with a serious expression had a serious look on his originally calm face.

"What are you lying to?"

The yellow hair of the egg head, Matsudaira Mihihiko, nodded and said: "The original Qiuting received the special quota because he completed the tasks of the coaches."

Autumn Court!

Hear the name.

The eyes of the high school students present changed again.

This person was originally a member of Court No. 3 like them. As a result, because of the spectator spot in that expedition, the strength was greatly improved.

Now, he is already the 20th ranked figure in the First Army.

"if it is like this"

Everyone's eyes showed a fiery look.

"hey-hey!!"

Matsudaira grinned and said: "I have accepted the coaches' arrangement anyway."

After saying that, he showed a proud expression.

Swish!

But the next moment.

Just as he subconsciously turned his head and looked at the asphalt road outside the stadium, he said with some surprise: "Is there someone running and training here? Wait?!"

Swish!

Suddenly.

Like seeing something.

Songping's originally proud expression suddenly froze on his face.

"Why, why does this guy appear here?!"

Chapter 248: The shuffle begins, and the trio appears

"Matsuhira, what's wrong with you?"

At this time.

The young man with the Band-Aid on his nose asked in confusion.

"Forehead"

Songping turned around subconsciously, shook his head quickly and said, "I'm fine."

As if he was afraid that others would see that he was guilty, he emphasized: "I just figured out a previous problem, that is"

and many more! !

Speaking of which.

Matsudaira reacted suddenly.

On the coaching staff's side, among the three newcomers they were asked to deal with, could that person be the one just now?

"Or did I just see it wrong?"

Think of this.

Matsudaira turned his head again and looked in the same direction, but he could no longer see that person.

"Hey, you guy, what's going on?"

The crew-haired man with sunglasses frowned and said, "You're so startled. Are you planning something bad again?"

"No, no, I."

Matsudaira shook his head repeatedly.

He tried his best to suppress the fear rising in his heart, but when he thought that if he signed up, he might run into that person, he couldn't calm down.

"Oh, damn, my stomach hurts."

Immediately.

He suddenly bent over, held up his stomach, and hurried out of the court: "No, I have to go get checked."

Without waiting for anyone to react, he quickly left the court.

"What the hell is this guy doing?"

The young man with a Band-Aid on his nose, Suzuki Chun, the player on court number three, couldn't help but frown.

"Who knows."

The blue-haired young man next to him, Kazuo Ichicha, who came from Kyushu Shiraku Middle School with him, shook his head: "Maybe his diarrhea this time can give us a chance to compete."

"No way?"

Suzuki frowned and said, "With how shrewd that guy is, there's no way he would give up the opportunity."

"I think it's possible."

At the side, a young man with orange hair curled back and tied into a pigtail said thoughtfully: "I have a feeling that Matsudaira is probably not having a stomachache, but seeing something."

"No matter what he saw."

The black-haired young man from before, who was a member of Court No. 3, couldn't help but sneered: "Even if he doesn't want to give up his qualification for the shuffle battle, I will let him give up on his own initiative!"

boom!

Done.

He hit a powerful serve.

The flying tennis ball hit the wall hard, rotated violently, and emitted a few wisps of black smoke.

Ok?

See this.

The people around him looked at Du Ren with fear.

"Has his power increased again?"

Shortly after.

The black jacket staff conveyed the notice to Matsudaira that he had given up the shuffle due to gastroenteritis and that the coaching staff had re-recruited the roster.