Congratulations to the king of the net for capturing a genius

更新时间2015-2-916：16：11字数：3241

"Maybe try to climb this cliff."

The blazing sun shines on the boys.The weather in November is not very hot, but the sky is too transparent, but the sun is projected on the teenagers without any shelter.

The steep mountains, jagged rock walls, and rough rocks are scorching hot under the sun's rays, wearing down the not soft but still immature palms of the teenagers.

——They are all hands used to holding rackets, with thin or thick calluses growing on the palms and fingers, but they have never experienced such climbing without protective measures and auxiliary tools.

It's no wonder that at the moment when the loser returned in his memory, even though he was in a mess, he was like a sharp blade that had been tempered a thousand times, with an undisguised sharpness.

Bu Er sighed softly.His slender fingers clasped the cracks in the rock.

"Absolutely—I'm definitely going to climb up!"

"I'm going to attack!"

"Don't try to be the first! I'm still more than capable!"

The finely broken stones rolled down during the climb, and the scorching sun mercilessly sucked the moisture from the boys' bodies.Yet no one gives up, neither himself nor his companions, neither is allowed.

"...Come up. Let's talk about the follow-up of the fight when we get to the top of the mountain."

"Hai, Haitang, you... idiot, if you want to carry me, you might as well quit..."

"Aren't you going to climb up?!!"

"...Well. I'm sorry Kaitang, if you reach the limit, you can let go at any time."

"Of course, I don't want to die with you."

... Haitang and A Tao.Bu Er's eyes are bent into graceful arcs.Although they have always been rivals, they have a profound friendship that others cannot understand.I always feel that it is great to have everyone here.

——My character is not someone who would do this for a pure hobby.

To this day, I am constantly moved.

From casual games, to being slowly infected by those enthusiasms and moved by those responsibilities.Who has shouldered a whole body of responsibilities and kept his pain silently standing at the forefront, who has broken through one challenge after another to reach the pinnacle, who has used long waiting and amazing endurance to secure the team's victory , who once stood unswervingly with his companions and played the honor of two people alone...

——The top of the mountain is just ahead.

"My tennis is for guarding."—but it's not just guarding anymore.

Being shaped into what I am today is by no means what the child with amazing talent could have imagined in pursuit of excitement.

"Enough Haitang already!"

"It's so noisy! Don't move..."

...It's still too much.Even Kaido, who has been trained with amazing endurance and physical strength, can hardly reach the top of the mountain with a person on his back.

"Pfft. It's really troublesome." The corner of the mouth raised evilly, and the slender fingers stretched out, pointing high at the sky-"Pa".The moment he snapped his fingers, a deep and magnetic voice sounded familiar: "Hey, Kabaji, carry Taocheng on your back."

"Wushi." The tall boy replied blankly.

"Hey hey——? Nioh?!"

"That guy... actually transformed into the appearance of Atobe-kun... and dispatched Huachi?"

"Huh? It's a good idea." Fuji raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and his lips drew a brighter arc.

— who climbs up with his companions on his back.

—and who was held fast by whom in the most dangerous fall.

"No one is left behind! All of us must climb up!!!"

"Ok!"

The majestic and infinitely passionate roar, and the uneven but equally bright shouts.This is, the unity of the losers.

——"I see! The top of the mountain!"

"I want to be the first to go up!"

—The top of the mountain.

—Will heaven or hell await us?

There are eagles and vultures circling overhead, and the long-pitched voices give people an ominous premonition.

mountain top.

Mifune stepped on the head of a tired and paralyzed high school student: "Stand up! Rubbish! If you don't want to be screened out, let me show you your perseverance, you bastards!" - bad luck!The current U-17, what kind of rubbish are they sent over?I hope the winner doesn't have this kind of virtue, otherwise, the reserve army of the professional network is in such a bad state, it is simply unbearable!

"What are you guys doing?—Don't you hurry up and pick up the ball?!" Collapsing on the ground like dead dogs? !Hard? !Don't play tennis if you think it's hard work!

Seeing each high school student getting up to pick up the ball with tangled and listless faces, Mifune felt that his big stomach could not contain his anger.Kicked the basketball basket over with bare feet: "Bastards! One second late!"

Countless yellow-green balls bounced and rolled along the irregular stones, and finally fell from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the cliff.

He raised his head and took a sip of wine from the wine gourd, and burped—"The ball fell! Everyone go down and get it!" This old man really didn't want to see such a sad face for a second! "—Hurry up, you bastard!" With his head drooping, is there any gold to pick on the ground? ! !

--"Um?!"

"Pop", "Pop", "Pop", "Pop", "Pop", "Pop", "Pop", "Pop"...

The ball itself—flying up?

Mifune's bull-eyed eyes widened - did he see a ghost from drinking too much, or did he really start to be haunted? !

"No...you don't need to go down and get it."

A slender short(?) leg appeared on the edge of the mountain, followed by a hand, and the whole person climbed up.A white hat, blue and white sportswear, a black ball bag on his back, and a tennis racket in his left hand on his shoulder—"I've hit everything."

The shape is very handsome.The eyes are good, the muscles are well-proportioned, and the provocation in the words can be regarded as a bit of ambition.

Mifune and the critical eyes of the high school students glanced up and down——

Tsk tsk, where did the elementary school students come from?

(The little prince frowned: Have you ever finished your height stalking?!!)

"I said—Echigo—"

"Shua", there was a rustling sound among the leaves, and everyone who followed the prestige found a giant "hanged ghost" hanging upside down among the lush branches and leaves, with red hair whistling, big eyes and small leopard prints. Opening his mouth wide to eat [cross out], grabbing a tennis racket and dangling upside down among the branches——"It seems that this place is quite interesting."

The thick eyebrows of Sanfuan's Taoism trembled, trembling and trembling—could these two little monkeys (?) be the middle school students who told the bastards in the dormitory this morning that they would send them over?Middle school students are enough to be fooled, but they are still so little? ! "Trash!" He couldn't help but cursed in a low voice—couldn't this be treating his place as a kindergarten? !

"Ah! It's finally here."

A strange exclamation came from the other side.The high school students who had already been taken aback looked over with the guess of "what is Xiaodouding again this time"—huh?Whoa, this time it's a group?

The leading one is tall and tall wearing a black hat. Half of his appearance is covered by the hat, and the exposed half is tough and... er, vicissitudes.

what's the situation?

Elementary school students come to share dorms with their fathers? (Emperor: Poor eyes are really too much-lax!!!)

"You...you are...?"

The cat-eyed boy straightened his hat, and just hooked the corners of his lips: "Hey—how many of the failed high school students are here for special training?"—Young man, although your answer is cool, it’s not wrong. I can basically understand why your Chinese scores are not good.

"Everyone in the failure group. Welcome to hell." Mifune scratched his beard, and his eyes were a little horrified—how many brats to scare?It's nothing! "I'm Mifune, the coach here! Besides these scumbags, I have to take care of you little brats. I will absolutely mercilessly throw those who disobey me off this cliff! That's all right—go get rid of all the broken things on you!" Change the cloth!"

——This is definitely menopause, right?

Having always been used to elegance, Fuji couldn't help but complain in his heart, but he still kept smiling and followed a group of companions to take off the school uniform and put on a white T-shirt without any decoration - he really wanted to ask the coach Yes—I heard from Yuta in my previous life that the losers had urgent training at night—wouldn’t you feel like you were haunted when you woke up in the middle of the night and saw a group of pale clothes?

"Have you changed your clothes? Plain clothes are enough for you scum!"

——That wouldn't look like a funeral...

Yuta was obviously very angry by the coach's hooligan-like behavior and contemptuous words: "Since just now, I have been calling scum, scum..."

"Yuta." Fuji's hand pressed down on his younger brother's clenched fist in anger, gentle and hinting.

"Hmph." The boy with short chestnut hair and a cross scar on his forehead snorted, trying to suppress his anger.

"Boom"!A bunch of shovels were thrown in front of the middle school students—"First start by digging a hole! Make it deeper!" Then he turned to face the high school students: "High school students!!—Let's go up the waterfall!" Yes!!!" ——by the high school students who were inspired to feel proud when they saw the junior high school kid.

... dig holes.Bu Er pressed his temples and suppressed his slightly twitching nerves—although he heard about the extraordinary special training of the loser group, he did not expect it to be so extraordinary... (Actually, the loser group did not follow up with The victors tell the shameful scene.)

"Okay, stop!" The coach who tilted his head lazily took another sip of wine and ordered.The bodies and faces of the teenagers were stained with mud due to the flying dust.I moved my arm that was sore from shoveling, walked to the place where the tools were placed and put the shovel away. When I turned my head, everyone's eyes widened in surprise and anger——

They, the holes they worked so hard to dig...

Coach Mifune is pissing into it? ! !

After all, he lived a few years longer, and he is not easily impulsive. After taking two deep breaths, he regained his calm smile, and patted Yuta's shoulder, who was tense by the side. , and patted Taocheng who was about to break off the bandage on his wrist: "Okay. The coach asked us to fill in the soil."——In memory, the strength of the loser group has improved even more than they accepted. The winner of intensity training.Sanchuan coach must have its own uniqueness.

——And now these can be regarded as a kind of mental exercise.