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

Whoosh!

But accompanied by the sound of breaking wind.

A flash of silver arc light flashed, and with a pop, the ferocious wild wolf fell down!

"Strange, why is there such a thing here?"

The ghost frowned as he looked at two wild wolves not far away whose life or death was unknown.

He remembered it clearly.

This is the only way for defeated newcomers to go to the back mountain every year. According to the cautious attitude of the coaching staff, it is impossible to allow this kind of thing to exist.

"Did they migrate from other places?"

"senior."

At this time, Ishikawa walked up to the unconscious wild wolf and suddenly said meaningfully: "What kind of animal is a wolf in your impression?"

"Of course wolves live in groups. I understand."

The ghost suddenly woke up.

Ishikawa took out the spare string for repair from the bag and tied up the wolf's limbs and mouth.

The ghost frowned slightly: "What are you doing?"

Ishikawa smiled and said, "Of course I'm going to prepare a gift for that person!"

Meeting gift?

The ghost couldn't help but shake his head.

And Ishikawa walked up to the other wolf and tied it up as he had done before.

Seeing that he was about to carry one of the branches on his back, the ghost shook his head and said, "Find a thicker branch and I will carry it."

Subsequently.

After the two of them had done some work, Ishikawa walked in front, and Oni carried the two trophies of the 'wild' wolf. The two of them once again set out on the road to the distant mountaintop.

"Report."

Deep in the forest, two figures in black coats reported to the U17 base: "They have dealt with the two wolves."

"I see."

On the other end of the phone, Kurobe's voice sounded: "You guys clean up the scene."

"But Mr. Kurobe."

The staff member said hesitantly: "The wolf has been carried away by them."

"Forehead."

In the room on the second floor of the U17 Center Stadium building, Kurobe rubbed his temples with a headache: "I know the situation, you guys come back first."

hang up the phone.

Kurobe looked at Saito and Takuhi next to him: "The situation was as expected. They solved the crisis easily. However, the two of them carried the thing away."

"Carry it away?"

Hearing this, Saito and Takuzhi's expressions became strange.

"This doesn't sound like a ghost."

Takushi smiled bitterly and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, this must be Ishikawa's idea. They are probably trying to show their power to the head coach!"

"Yes."

Kurobe was a little helpless.

Their head coach always likes to play some tricks. Usually, he can play tricks on those high school students who think they are geniuses.

But now, I'm afraid he will be slapped in the face.

"Inform the head coach."

As Kurobe said this, he was about to make a phone call.

"Not urgent."

But Saito raised his hand to stop him: "I think it's better not to notify him for the time being. With the temper of the head coach, he will definitely not admit defeat."

Speaking of which.

A meaningful smile appeared on Saito's face: "In this case, he will definitely give those two guys some special care."

"Uh, I understand."

Kurobe also nodded.

What the other party said made sense. Since it was special training, regular training would definitely have no effect. The more Ishikawa and Oni break the rules, the more rigorous the head coach's training will be.

This way.

The effect of training with two people is definitely better.

In contrast, from the perspective of a U17 coach, he would definitely like to see Mifune develop two big4 general-level players.

That will definitely be more beneficial to their performance in this year's World Cup.

On the mountain road.

Ishikawa and his companion walked towards the top of the distant mountain under the still clear moonlight.

About an hour later.

The two came to the bottom of a cliff.

Compared to the cliff climbed at dusk, this cliff was obviously much easier.

Less than twenty minutes.

Ishikawa and Oni arrived at the platform at the top of the mountain.

far away.

There was a bonfire burning.

A sturdy figure was lying on a chair, taking a sip from time to time.

Next to him, another person was practicing his swing.

The two of them were none other than Irie and the U17 head coach Mifune Ido.

"good."

After biting off most of the chicken leg, Mifune took a sip of wine and nodded: "Your strength has improved, but be careful not to affect your body's flexibility just to strengthen your strength."

"Ah."

Irie nodded heavily.

In the past few days, he deeply felt the terrifying level of training mastery of this seemingly unfocused coach.

In the past two days, he could feel that his strength had improved, but his body had also become much clumsier.

but.

Ever since the other party asked him to climb the waterfall and receive training under the waterfall, he could feel that his body had not lost its flexibility.

A few days down.

He clearly felt that his physical fitness had been greatly strengthened.

However, Irie felt it was not enough.

This kind of training is still far away from being able to touch the Asura Shinto.

therefore.

Even late at night.

He also took the time to train, hoping to give Mifune some pointers while he was happily drinking.

"By the way, during the day, you should know that the ghost is coming."

Mifune looked at Irie: "Do you know why he came here?"

"Ah."

Irie nodded: "From what you said on the phone, he should have lost to that person too."

"Tell me about it."

Mifune continued: "I want to know what you think of the new guy named Ishikawa."

"He's strong."

Speaking of Ishikawa, Irie's expression suddenly became serious. He said solemnly: "I can't see any weaknesses in his speed, strength, and technique. His skills are very comprehensive, and he has deep tennis power!"

"Elite level?"

Mifune raised his eyebrows lightly, and then said in a deep voice: "It seems that he hid his strength when he competed with you."

"Ah."

Irie nodded.

He was very clear about the gap between himself and the ghost. Since the other party was able to defeat the ghost, his strength must be far beyond his imagination.

"Tell you a secret."

At this time, Mifune said: "Every country's U17 will arrange some top players to protect them from the outside world."

"Ghost is our trump card."

"And his strength, according to the coaching staff's evaluation, is professional-level!"

Swish!

Hear the words.

Irie's expression changed.

Professional level!