Net King: Walking into Tatehai University with Damocles on his head

Everything in his body was following the most primitive basic movements, and his skills were pushed to the limit by his own strength.

The speed of time was maximized, and the power was so great that it was unbelievable. However, the arc clearly did not change, and the power value was still the same as before, but it was different——

"But how did he become so powerful all of a sudden? It's like he was trying to trick a ghost. How could he have hidden himself so well before?"

Jonal pouted, looking unhappy and unconvinced.

He intuitively knew that Mori Juzaburo was the one who had been hiding his strength from them.

Just like what they said before, a person's strength can't improve so much all at once, there must be something fishy, ​​there must be a problem -

"These two guys are so abominable and so good at pretending. I thought they were so innocent and hardworking, but I didn't expect that they have been holding it in until now—"

snort!

Jonal was not satisfied, but the senior behind him didn't think so. "It's not their fault. We underestimated the enemy. After all, I told you this guy's moves at the beginning. They might be very scary!"

And now-

I understand what this move is for. I abandon everything around me and completely focus on myself. It is the same as before, but I exert 120% of my strength. It is equivalent to suspending other skills of the body!

Skill lessons are not something that can be learned casually. They require a lot of training over a long period of time, and also require players to have certain talents, unique talents!

Look at this Maori Jusaburo. He is obviously very talented. No wonder——

"Haha, I've seen his profile before. He's in the first year of high school and was able to advance to the U17 level. If there weren't new rules this year, he would have been the brightest star on the court!"

Of course, even though there are high school students here now, his brilliance is still so bright that people can't take their eyes off him!

Maori Juzaburo, no - to be more precise, it is the Neon Team. It is really a team that people cannot underestimate. Every person in each team has his or her own unique skills. They are all so terrible and so excellent.

The man sighed in his heart. Hey, he originally thought that they could maximize their advantages against the Neon Team. But now, it seems that playing against the Neon Team was the worst decision they made this year. They were really unlucky to have been drawn to such a team!

They have already done their best, but the opponent, Mori Jusaburo, has just started to show his strength. It is really hard to say who will win or lose this game.

Although the game was not over yet, the man was a little depressed, which was rare. As a senior, he should not only never give up, but also be responsible for his own game. He should know when to make efforts and whether there is an end to this road...

only--

"Senior, they are actually very powerful, and we can't admit defeat!" Jonal said unwillingly with his fists clenched.

The young man's eyes emitted a sparkling light, illuminating the heart of the man behind him.

"I know we may not win, but we can't give up now--" This is a world-class competition. They can lose, but they can't give up before the game is over!

This would be too unfair to every teammate who supports them. They haven't given up yet, so how could they give up!

impossible!

Seeing the boy's persistent gaze towards him, the man chuckled, "Haha, how could I admit defeat? I'm just temporarily depressed. Although Senior is your senior, you have to allow Senior to be a little depressed occasionally—"

The man said without hiding anything.

As members of the French team, romance, freedom, and analyzing their own hearts have long become their compulsory courses.

One of my lessons is to reveal my true self to my juniors at the appropriate time.

He didn't think it was a shameful situation, and neither did Jonal.

"The seniors have worked very hard, but things may be a little more difficult for us next time, that's all!" Jonal said with a smile.

Even if the next game will be very difficult, they will still face the final outcome with a smile.

……

Another half an hour passed, and after a half-hour tug-of-war, the tennis ball finally fell to the ground unwillingly.

Boom!

The crisp sound of the tennis ball hitting the ground woke up Mori Jusaburo from his deep sleep.

The last bit of reluctance in Jonal's heart faded away. "What? This skill can actually be controlled. It's really too abnormal!"

I was even more devastated when I got there. How could I control anything? Generally speaking, I had lost consciousness, so how could I possibly control myself?

Can you be more scientific? Can you follow the theory? Now everyone is very surprised and disappointed!

Your opponent is in a bad state.

If he hadn't taken into consideration the large number of spectators around, Jonal would have wanted to scratch his ears and step on him a few times in anger.

During the game, they also thought that if this skill was only passive, and if it was used continuously and the player could not wake up, it would cause great damage to the player's body. If they could drag it out, they might be able to drag it out until the opponent voluntarily surrendered...

But now——

The moment the whistle sounded, Maori Jusaburo opened his eyes on his own initiative, which completely shattered the last bit of hope in their hearts. They had not held on until that time in the first place, and now they felt that it was not a loss at all!

"How did you become such a pervert?"

How does it feel to wake up and hear someone calling him a pervert? All Maori Jusaburo wants to say is: "..."

Well, in all these years, he has never met anyone who scolded him because of his skills!

Whose kid is this? It's so unreasonable, always thinking of bullying him, a little senior!

"How can you talk like that? Didn't the senior behind you teach you manners?" Maori Jusaburo frowned. Although he was a junior senior, he was still called a senior. Could he be a little more polite?

"Sorry, he just wanted to express his admiration. After all, you are really amazing. We didn't expect that you could control your sleep!" The man behind him hurried over to apologize.

He didn't want Jonal to cause dissatisfaction among others in the end.