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

As Irie walked away, he turned around and shook his head secretly at Sasabe and the others.

Originally, the ghost should not have deliberately targeted high school students. After all, he played the role of embodying the code of the Heart Cliff. High school students are very sensible, so they have to suppress the middle school students who are unstable factors.

As a result, Sasabe said that without any shame.

"Just a junior high school student?"

Thinking of the key words, Irie couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart: "Even we don't dare to say such things!"

Because the ghost takes action to suppress the junior high school students and frighten the high school students. Although both parties lived in the cave, the night passed quietly without unnecessary quarrels.

The next day.

Half past five in the morning.

A rough roar sounded outside the cave.

The sleeping junior high school students and high school students were both startled, but compared to the confused-looking junior high school students, the high school students looked frightened.

Immediately.

They all stood up and hurriedly ran towards the cave entrance. Seeing this, the junior high school students did not dare to neglect and followed behind.

Come outside the cave.

It was still a little dark.

But Gui and Irie were already standing there. Between them was an old man with a red nose and dishevelled hair, wearing a black and grey coarse cloth vest.

As soon as they got closer, everyone smelled the pungent and sour smell of alcohol.

"Is this the Taoist coach?"

The junior high school students looked at each other.

If they hadn't seen Oni and Irie standing next to each other, they would have even thought that the old man in front of them was a drunkard on the roadside.

Even so, an idea came to their minds. Even if the opponent is the U17 coach, he is probably the kind of character who is sent to the mountains and forests, right?

"Everyone, take off your coats, put on the clothes here, and then go down the mountain to get water!"

Done.

Mifune turned around and went back, leaving a group of junior high school students staring at him.

but.

Just when they were looking confused, the high school student next to them walked up to them with ease, picked up the wooden barrel on the ground, and walked towards the edge of the cliff.

"Just a reminder."

At this time, the ghost with his hands in front of him said in a deep voice: "Here, the only thing you have to do is obey the orders of the Taoist instructor!"

Done.

Under the surprised eyes of the junior high school students, he actually bent down to pick up a barrel, turned around and walked towards the cliff.

"Liar, liar, right?"

Xiang Ri's face showed a look of shock: "Then, that ghost actually wants to go down the mountain to fetch water?!"

The opponent was a terrifying figure who blasted away Shishido with one ball. But here, do we need to obey the order of the drunkard just now?

Think of this.

The junior high school students looked at each other and stepped forward in unison. After changing their clothes, they picked up the bucket and headed down the mountain.

Once they accepted the rules of this place, they began to compete at an accelerated pace, believing that they were no worse than high school students.

Among them, the nimble Ninzu Kenya, Shido, Maki and others accelerated and surpassed the high school students in front.

however.

Just as they were getting water and preparing to return, they found that Ghost and Irie had already reached the top of the mountain.

"So fast?!"

Everyone's hearts were shocked.

Echizen, Sanada and others, who originally simply thought that Oni was a powerful player, also changed their expressions.

The opponent's speed was too fast and his flexibility was beyond expectations. It was hard to imagine that such a master would train in such a deep mountain forest.

Using Oni and Irie as a comparison, the energy of the junior high school students was instantly polished away. They lost their arrogance and recognized the reality, so they started training hard on the Cliff of Heart.

And the other side.

Half an hour after the losing group got up to train, at six o'clock in the morning, in the U17 base, the junior high school students in the winning group were also woken up by the ringing of the bell.

Staff members wearing black baseball caps and black jackets walked back and forth in the dormitory corridor holding wooden sticks.

bang bang bang! ! !

Every time they passed a room, they would use the wooden sticks in their hands to knock on the door hard.

This strict method made even Akutagawa, who loved to sleep in, lose all his sleepiness in an instant.

Subsequently.

After washing up, the junior high school students came to the base playground and started a new day of intensive training.

Tuozhi showed no mercy to them.

After all, in the eyes of the coaching staff, the winning group lives a pretty decent life compared to the losing group.

more importantly.

If the loser group returns and completely defeats the winner group, then the head coach will definitely not let them off easily.

and.

With Ishikawa Sutama in front, Kurobe and others also wanted to know where the limits of these junior high school students were.

As a result, whether it was the Heart Cliff of the loser group or the U17 training base, intensive training began to squeeze the potential of junior high school students.

at the same time.

Seoul, South Korea, the hotel where the expedition group stayed.

Under Ishikawa's strict requirements, everyone took the bus to the National Stadium in Seoul after having breakfast.

at the same time.

South Korea's KBS2 TV station started today's special section, introducing the competition of the Korean tennis U17 team.

In the studio.

The special guest, a former professional tennis player, was constantly introducing the history of the Tennis World Cup and the strength pattern of various countries around the world.

When introduced to South Korea, he was even more generous in his praise.

"Although we in the Republic of Korea are still not as good as Europe and the United States, we are already a very powerful team in Asia. Smecta."

"Especially this time, the captain of the U17 team, Li Chengfu, graduated from an elite tennis training camp in Germany. His talent is very outstanding. Even compared to those German geniuses, he is not inferior to Smecta."

"This time, it is our match against the Japanese team. As long as we defeat them, we will be able to confirm our qualification for this year's Tennis World Cup in Melbourne, Australia, Smecta!"

"Look, Smecta is on our team!"

The camera turned.

The scene in the studio suddenly turned into Seoul's first tennis court that can accommodate 2 people.

at this time.

Led by Park Dong Gun, a middle-aged man with gray-black hair, and Li Chengfu, a tall purple-haired young man, the players of the Korean team began to enter the stadium.

despair!

Suddenly.

The lights shone on them, and the players of the Korean team showed confident smiles one by one.

Wearing Taegeukgi coats, they walked calmly, as if they were the masters of the stadium.

And the other side.

The camera turned and captured the direction of the Japanese team.

Because the lights were slightly dimmed, the colors of everyone's coats were not bright enough, and their skin looked slightly yellow.

Don't understand tennis.

Or even people who know tennis will subconsciously think that the latter team is completely inferior to the previous one.

And this is a common spring and autumn brushwork method.

At the same time, it is also what Park Dong Gun, the head coach of the Korean team, wants to see. Because he was also temporary, the TV station increased the broadcast of this game.

The purpose, of course, is to highlight the strong strength of the Korean team under his leadership.

"Now, the U17 tennis exchange match between the Korean team and the Japanese team is about to begin."

In the huge stadium, 1/3 of the audience was seated.

At the same time as the announcement sounded, everyone's eyes also turned to the representatives of both sides on the court.

For the Korean team, Lee Seung-bo is tall, handsome, and has an extraordinary temperament. On the other hand, the captain of the Japanese team was even more outstanding in appearance and temperament, which made many female spectators watching the game unable to make a choice of camp for a while.

"Hello, my name is Li Chengfu."

In front of the net.

The purple-haired Li Chengfu opened his mouth. He had a handsome face and a sunny temperament. His facial features had the softness of Asians and the wildness of Europeans and Americans. He looked like a mixed race.

When he spoke, he spoke English, which was not fluent.

"Shin Ishikawa."

Ishikawa nodded slightly and answered the other party in more fluent English.

"Excuse me."

Just when he thought this was just a simple ceremonial exchange and was about to leave, the other party suddenly asked: "Why didn't Byodoin come?"

"Ok?"

Ishikawa looked over in surprise. When he saw the other party's sincere and clear eyes, he shook his head and said, "I don't know about this. I'm just fulfilling my obligations."