[Net King] Fantasy White Night

Another new day.

There is only one training program today, which is the same for middle and high school students, and that is "hunting athletes": each player has a balloon tied to his back, and the surface of the balloon is coated with a scent that vultures like, causing everyone to be chased by vultures. Running all over the mountains, once the balloon is pecked by the eagle, he is out... and as a punishment for being out, he has to wash the pile of smelly loincloths for Mifune.

No one wants to wash the loincloth, so everyone tries their best to avoid the "hunting" of the vulture.

The long-haired boy jumped among the dense branches, his body was as light as a swallow, his movements were vigorous and agile, and he ran towards the hillside as fast as he was flying. A pleasant breath.

Several sharp and long howls came from the sky, Bai Ye suddenly stopped, stood on a thick branch, looked up at four or five big birds flying, the corner of his mouth raised a strange arc.

One of the vultures spotted the target and swooped down first.

Bai Ye tapped his chin lightly, and said excitedly, "You're so courageous!" You must know that in the Warring States Period, when he passed a place, those lowly animals sensed the powerful evil spirit, and they wished they could escape as far as possible. How far.

When the vulture, which was aiming at Bai Ye, was about to peck the balloon, its feathers stood up suddenly, and there was a shrill scream. The big bird fell in a straight line and landed on the ground, with a pair of wings still flapping.

At the same time, the eagles circling overhead, as if they were aware of the danger, dispersed in an instant, their wings speeding up several times, and they flew away in shock.

Bai Ye sighed regretfully: "You are really shrewd."

After finishing speaking, the man fell to the ground, picked up the trembling bird, and after rubbing the white bird's head, he weighed it with his hands: "Not bad, very fat."

Then he happily took the eagle and left.

According to the experience of being "hunted" for half a day, Liu Lian'er, who had collected the data, successfully threw off a vulture that was chasing him. After running for too long, his physical strength was exhausted. After analyzing the current situation , He found a leeward rock wall and sat down against the rock for a temporary rest.

As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, the military adviser saw an obvious red balloon appearing in the woods ahead. Two seconds later, the boy in white broke into his field of vision.

"..."

Bai Ye, who happened to meet a friend, raised his hand at him in a good mood: "Hey, Liu." He approached actively, jumped onto the rock and looked around.

Liu Lian Er sighed, stood up, stared at the vulture in the opponent's hand—the ferocious bird looked pitiful trembling—and asked, "Why did you catch the vulture?"

Bai Ye smiled and shook the vulture: "It's almost noon, you can bake it for lunch." His tone was regretful, "This bird is so good, I just caught this one after searching all morning."

"..."

"I've never eaten a vulture, so I don't know if it tastes good."

The military adviser raised his forehead: "It's better to let him go, Bai Ye."

"Hey?"

"Vultures are protected animals and hunting is prohibited."

Bai Ye showed hesitation and stared at the eagle, obviously reluctant.

"...This kind of wild poultry has not been inspected and quarantined, and it is very likely to carry germs that are harmful to the human body. It cannot be eaten casually."

"When I get back, I'll treat you to teriyaki chicken," the military commander softened his tone, "and grilled eel, teppanyaki, oden...you can eat as much as you want."

Under Liu's kind persuasion, Bai Ye finally released his food reserves. Looking at the raptor rushing up to the sky in horror, he touched his belly with one hand, and said in a slightly sad tone, "I'm really hungry."

Liu Lian'er smiled faintly, and took out a few pieces of candy from her pocket: "Use this to cushion your stomach."

Bai Ye's eyes widened in surprise: "Where did you get it?"

"I bought it from a candy shop before I came to the training camp, and I stuffed it in my tennis bag and forgot about it."

Bai Ye looked at the brown-haired boy suspiciously: "You don't seem to like candy, do you?" The Master doesn't seem like someone who would take the initiative to go to the candy store!

Liu Lian Er didn't answer, she peeled off the candy wrapper, and brought the candy to someone's lips: "Open your mouth."

Bai Ye immediately put aside his doubts, opened his mouth happily, and took a bite of the candy, his teeth inadvertently touched the other's fingers.

The military division withdrew his hand, and lightly clenched his five fingers into a fist.

After resting for a while, Liu Lianer, who had adjusted her condition, was ready to continue being "hunted".

"Ah, why are you running? There are no eagles here." Bai Ye asked suspiciously.

The military adviser hooked his lips: "Didn't you notice, Bai Ye, this 'hunting' training is not a simple game, we who are being pursued by the vultures have been trained unconsciously, whether it is physical fitness, endurance, footwork, or reaction. It's clearly evolved."

Bai Ye scratched his cheek: "I always run after vultures." For him, the objects of hunting and being hunted are completely reversed.

Liu Lian Er laughed.

In the second half of the day's "hunting", Bai Ye, who listened to the analysis of the military adviser, suppressed the demonic aura that was deliberately exuded, and also experienced the feeling of being chased by a vulture... However, maybe this kind of bird has a natural intuition for danger, There are not many vultures that really "hunt" Bai Ye.

Occasionally, a few silly big birds appeared, but they were all driven away by the fur balls that Bai Ye hit with a tennis racket.

At the end of a full day of "hunting", almost everyone found themselves overcoming athletic weaknesses, improving old moves, and even inadvertently developing new techniques in the process of avoiding the vulture's pursuit.

The potholes with irregular bouncing balls no longer make everyone feel tricky, and people with weak physical strength even find that they can play tug-of-war on such venues as if nothing had happened.

"Shouldn't it be..."

"Mifune is actually a very good coach!"

Everyone suddenly realized.

The tennis teenagers who reacted were a little restless, and they couldn't help but look forward to the alcoholic coach: that coach is rough and arrogant, but it may be a shortcut for them to quickly improve their self-abilities.

The moon and stars are rare.

A group of people eavesdropped on the conversation between Sanada and Echizen, and found that when the two were about to go to the U-17 campsite to help Mifune steal alcohol, they couldn't help showing up, shouting that they were not interesting, and declared that they would go together.

It has been known that Echizen, Tian Renzhi and Ren Zuken were also ordered by Mifune to steal alcohol from the camp.

But this time, in order to persuade Mifune to agree to help them improve themselves and complete their evolution, the teenagers unanimously decided to do what they like and "bribe" with as much wine as possible.

Unexpectedly, when the junior high school students were about to leave, the high school students also appeared, and instead of making things difficult in the past, they expressed their wish to join them.

"We want to gamble on your possibilities."

Thus, a vigorous infiltration into the U-17 camp and a battle to steal alcohol began.

U-17 training camp, bar lounge.

Bai Ye sat comfortably on the bar chair, enjoying the delicious sausage, and caught a glimpse of Tian Renzhi who was holding a pile of food and gobbling it up, the corner of his mouth twitched: "Ah, will people here call the police tomorrow? "The rest room was messed up by a group of hungry guys, the refrigerator was emptied of food, and the shelves of wine were packed up to take back to the mountains.

Liu Lian'er said quietly: "Don't worry, our every move is probably under the supervision of the coaching staff."

Bai Ye was surprised: "Is there a monitor?" He immediately looked around, but naturally he couldn't find it.

"Ah." The military division pointed to the concealed air vent, "Actually, Coach Sanchuan's asking everyone to steal wine is also a kind of training."

Bai Ye raised his eyebrows: "Training how to be a thief?"

"The caves, rivers and laser traps we passed before can exercise balance," Liu Lianer analyzed. "We entered the camp through the river, and we can exercise endurance and muscle training at the same time during the swimming process."

What a toss.After Bai Ye slandered, he took another bite of the sausage—the food in the mountains was really hard to swallow, he was almost dying of hunger!

After a group of people secretly made a fuss in the camp, they quietly left. Not only did they plunder twenty or thirty bottles of fine wine brought to the three ships, but they also wiped out a refrigerator of food and took hundreds of tennis balls. , packed a bunch of daily necessities... Gan Zhenzhi did not forget to take away the vegetable juice left here before, and some raw materials for making vegetable juice.

In the warehouse where tools were piled up in a mess, the boy carried two buckets of water, and washed his long hair comfortably with the shampoo he brought along from the place where he lived.

With a creaking sound, the wooden door was pushed open.

Bai Ye looked up subconsciously, and saw that it was Liu Lian'er who was about to speak, when the words turned into a whisper.

"What's wrong?" The military division hurried over.

The guy with foam on his head and cheeks closed his eyes tightly and frowned: "The shampoo has flowed into the eyes."

With a chuckle, Liu Lianer whispered, "I'll help you."

The hair was gently rubbed with both hands, and the forehead was massaged a few times from time to time, which made people feel comfortable and enjoyable. Bai Ye simply handed over the task of washing the hair to his friend, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

Gently flicking someone's slightly dry long hair, Liu Lian Er straightened up and stretched out a hand towards the other person: "Let's go, everyone should go to coach Sanfuan now."

"Oh."

Bai Ye handed over his right hand, stood up with the strength of the military adviser, let the other party lead him out of the warehouse, and walked straight to the wooden house where Mifune lived... His left hand nodded his chin, he always felt that something was wrong.

His eyes drifted unconsciously towards the people around him.

"Is there something on my face?" Liu Lian Er asked softly with a smile.

"That's not true." Bai Ye gave up peeking, and looked at his friend openly, "Hey, Master..."

"Ok?"

"You are in a good mood!"

"Why do you feel that way?"

"Because you make me feel like... well, like a Boss who succeeded in plotting."

Liu Lian paused slightly, squeezed someone's hand vigorously, and said amusedly, "What kind of strange metaphor are you talking about?"

At this time, a group of teenagers came over one after another, and the conversation between the two did not continue.

Everyone found Sanchuan, the bearded coach lying sprawled on the ground snoring, surrounded by a dozen empty wine bottles.

Shido Ryo said unhappily: "Tch, even if we bring so much wine, is it a waste of work in the end?"

Echizen Ryoma acted directly, swung his racket, and hit six tennis balls directly at Mifune.

The coach, who was clearly asleep, got up in an instant, and quickly caught all the balls with both hands.

——Such skills and reactions confirmed the guesses of the teenagers.

After a while of silence, Echizen asked the coach to help everyone improve.

Sanchuan sat cross-legged, with a serious expression on his face. He didn't show his grumpiness and rudeness as before, but asked cautiously, "Can you keep up with my special training?"

"Of course!"

Mifune scanned the group of teenagers, stood up slowly, and walked towards the burning bonfire in the center of the field, while talking about his dissatisfaction with the U-17 elite coaches.

"Little devils, go and defeat them!" Mifune suddenly pulled out a torch, held it up high, and shouted sharply, "Let's have a revolution!"

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