Net King Returns to the First Generation

In the late autumn of November in Japan, the high school students in the U17 middle school national team selection training camp, which had been halfway through, received a shocking news.

"Fifty middle school students were selected?"

"Let them participate in the selection and training of the Japanese high school national team?"

"Haha, do you think this is a funny sideshow?!"

"This is the training ground for the top tennis players in Japan. It's an elite training camp! Junior high school students can't even survive three days here!"

"It's really annoying. Hey, let's, how about 'loving' them?"

The high schoolers running around the practice field exchanged a knowing look.

"Just when Fenghuang and the others were away..."

And farther away from them, stood a few conspicuous people.

A fierce-faced man with strange long red hair (is he really a high school student?), an elite young man with a cold face, and a gentle smiling young man with rimless glasses.

"Junior high school student? I'm looking forward to it~ What do you think, ghost?"

"Hmph, if it's the guys who don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, just let them go early!"

……

The leave application process of Lihai Daquan team is very smooth.

After all, holding the certificate stamped by the Tennis Association.

That is, Yanagyu and Nioh were inevitably told by the teachers in the Academic Affairs Office to "don't relax your studies", and even if the ranking of the final exam is going to drop, don't drop too much so as not to be ugly...

"Pfft, isn't the teacher too unconfident in us?" Nioh heaved a sigh of relief after walking out of the Academic Affairs Office, and habitually put his hands on Liu Sheng's shoulders to relieve the pressure of preparing students in the office.

Yagyu pushed his glasses, thinking that I'm tired too, and glanced at Nioh who was walking beside him hunched over with his braids pinched, and didn't want to say a word.

On the day of the training camp, a bus was waiting at the gate of Lihai University, and after more than an hour of driving, the bus drove into the deep mountains.After going around for more than half an hour, I finally stopped at a place where I couldn't tell whether it was the foot of the mountain or halfway up the mountain.

"Walking up to the end is the training ground, you can go up by yourself." The driver uncle greeted them and slammed the car door.

Looking around, this kind of deep mountain and old forest is really suitable for... camping?

"Then let's go." Yukimura beckoned, "I'm starting to look forward to it, are you motivated?"

"I'm looking forward to it~" Marui jumped twice.

The group of people didn't form any strict formation, they just walked up the mountain one after the other.

"The Ice Empress and the others seem to have already gone up." Liu looked around, "There is a trace of the breath."

"...Atobe's breath?" Kuwahara's eyebrows twitched, and he glanced at Liu in disbelief, "Where did you get the data from?"

"It smells like rose water. Judging from the air humidity and wind speed, Ice Emperor's people passed here between three and ten minutes to two and ten minutes ago." Liu said lightly.

Do you always feel that this data man is getting more and more scary?

And should I complain about the strong smell of rose perfume in Atobe... huh?

Sanghara choked up.

They walked along the hillside for about ten minutes, and they could vaguely see the roofs of the buildings in sight.

"Hey, here we come~" A strange voice sounded, and two figures in white sportswear appeared in the middle of the road.

"Hey, you—" They didn't finish their words.

Sanada just noticed that Kirihara opened his backpack next to him and saw the snacks in the backpack at a glance, and he shouted: "Too slack!"

"Huh—?!!" The two high school students were frightened by the loud shout and quickly stood at attention and shrunk their necks.

Sanada, who didn't realize that there were two people in front of him, stared at Kirihara: "What's the matter with bringing so many snacks in the U17 dorm! We're not here for hiking!"

Kirihara reacted super quickly and stuffed the exposed snacks back to the bottom of the backpack and then pulled the zipper on. He raised his head and smiled at Sanada: "But...but, Marui-senpai didn't tell me this."

"Why are you pushing it on me?" Marui said helplessly, while also flipping his backpack back with a guilty conscience.

One of the high school students who was terrified by Sanada's black face couldn't help thinking: What's the matter with that guy, is he really a junior high school student?

But snacks and so on are just kiddies!Can you win easily now?

Thinking of this made him bolder.

The sharp-eyed junior high school students in yellow uniforms ignored them and continued to go up. The high school students in hats took a step forward: "Hey, kids over there~"

Um?Sanada glanced over with a straight face.

"If you want to move forward, you have to knock down the jars~" The hat boy pointed to the tennis court hidden behind a few trees behind them, "Knock down three jars, one person has six balls~"

These little ghosts shouldn't be like the group of junior high school students wearing gray-blue team uniforms before, right?

High-priced wine glasses and such, are not normal junior high school students!he thought so.

Everyone in Lihai who stopped walking exchanged glances with each other.

Kirihara took a step forward, he raised his hand: "Then try it—Senior Kuwahara~"

"Eh? Me?" Kuwahara pointed at himself in surprise: I said this is Bunta's line, so why have you started to learn Chiya?

Marui jolted the tennis ball amusedly, not caring about the junior who was joking: "Okay, Chiya, let's go~"

He threw the tennis ball at Kirihara.

Kirihara blinked and took a step back, took out his racket and hurriedly caught the tennis ball.

The tennis ball thrown by Marui was not satisfactory in terms of strength and spin, and Kirihara's timing of catching the ball was a bit late.But he figured with his toes that if he didn't hit the jar...

what to say!How could he not be able to do such a non-technical thing? !

"Hey!" Kirihara swung his racket.

The tennis ball crossed the middle net and hit the soda can on the middle line, and hit the barbed wire after rebounding.It spun on the barbed wire for a long time, and it didn't fall until the barbed wire was smoking.

The wires of the barbed wire were visibly deformed.

Kirihara blinked: "Wow! Did you see it? This ball! I'm very good!"

"Too lax!" Sanada snorted coldly.

"Eh?!" Kirihara, who couldn't help but feel the air pressure drop in front of the senior, wrinkled his face.

Yukimura smiled: "If you can't pierce the net, you can't be a representative team member."

He took out his racket and tennis ball casually, looked at the soda can on the opposite side, jumped up and swung his racket lightly.

Snapped!

The force of the rebound after the tennis ball hit the can on the center line caused the can to hit the can on the right, and the rebounding tennis ball hit the can on the left.After hitting three cans at once, the tennis ball hit the barbed wire unabated.

Compared to Kirihara's long spin, Yukimura's tennis ball broke through the barbed wire and fell to the other side of the court in just two quick strokes.

The faces of the two high school students instantly became stiff: one... one ball knocked down three jars and... also gave the net to...

"Deprive your five senses if you wish." Yukimura, who found their expressions very interesting, lightly helped his coat and smiled.

This smile was very light and gentle, but the two high school students couldn't help hugging their chests: so...so scary!

"Then the next one is me." Marui blew a bubble.

"I'll come too." Kuwahara said.

Liu Sheng pushed his glasses: "Let me try it too."

Liu hooked the corners of her lips: "It's a good opportunity to warm up."

Seeing the expressions of the two high school students getting more and more stiff, Nio couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pulled his braid: "pupina~"

I didn't intend to take it too seriously, but they all remembered what Yukimura said about "penetrating the net". Several people took out their rackets one after another and aimed at the tennis ball——

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

There are five holes in the barbed wire lined up side by side, and soda cans scattered all over the place.

Kirihara laughed dryly: The seniors are so motivated, it seems that he is very incompetent... Oops...

Yukimura shook his head and smiled: "No way, everyone, the effect is not good enough."

"Bring more jars." Sanada folded his arms and said to the two high school students who were completely stiff next to him.

The high school student who seemed to hear the creaking sound of his own bones opened his mouth wide: "Huh?!"

clap clap clap!

Boom boom boom!

There are more and more holes in the barbed wire.

The two high school students sighed as they placed cans on the court: "Oh, ho, ho, what the hell are we here for..."

The little brother without a hat glanced at Sanada, who was holding his arms and sternly on the sidelines, and mustered up the courage to walk over: "That...it's okay."

Our money really can't afford drinks... The cans are all broken!

Sanada gave him a cold look: "Please shut up."

Huh? !

This look frightened the little brother to take a step back, and the top one in the pile of soda cans he was holding in his arms fell because he lost his balance, and hit the head of Kirihara who was bending over to pick up the ball.

thump.

"I'm sorry, kelp head~" the little brother said with a dry smile.

Kirihara slowly stretched out his hand and touched the top of his head, raised his head and showed a devilish smile, the corners of his eyes were faintly red: "You bastard...you called me kelp head just now, didn't you..."

"Dye you red!" Kirihara, who was no longer red-eyed but played too many arcade games and found this kind of line very cool, opened his eyes wide, raised his hand and hit a few balls.

Clap clap clap clap!

The little brother, who couldn't dodge at all, could only squat down and hold his head, waited until the sound stopped, and then turned his head tremblingly.

In his sight, the barbed wire was smashed into a human shape by a tennis ball, and then...

Bang!

As if a door had been opened on the barbed wire, the human-shaped barbed wire smashed to the ground.

The hollow of the human form was exposed.

……

Oh my god!

This is vandalism!

Today's tennis court... No, the coach must not know that the two of us have been to this tennis court today!The high school buddy opened his mouth wide.

And looking at this scene, Yukimura finally nodded in satisfaction (enough watching the fun): "Well, it's a good ending. We have no dead ends in Lihai University!"

He completely ignored the two high school students who seemed to have lost their souls, and turned around on his own: "It's been a lot of time, let's go everyone."

The can-smashing game in the middle made everyone in Lihai University feel less anxious and more relaxed.

Probably: Even the high school students in the training camp will play this kind of not-so-popular little game.

So those high school students wouldn't be much better than them?

They stepped into the gate of the U17 training camp with such a mood.

After the [-] junior high school students gathered from various schools had a brief tour of the venue and talked about the past, the Kurobe coach of the training camp took the microphone and walked up to the high stage.

His voice spread throughout the venue through the loudspeaker: "This time, during the expedition of 240 first-line players to South Korea, we selected [-] junior high school students and [-] second-line players to train together. Maybe everyone from high school The students are not convinced by this, but as far as I know, there have been some extraordinary characters among the middle school students in the past few years."

He remembered the video of the junior high school students' national competition and Echizen-senpai's vague description...

Glancing at the students on the field, his expression remained unchanged: "Everyone, let's learn from each other! The goal is to improve the collective strength of the U17 Japanese team!"

"It's just that the head coach asked me to tell everyone..."

"The number of three hundred seems to be a little too much."

buzzing.

As his words fell, there was a burst of mechanical vibration.

Everyone raised their heads and saw a helicopter hovering over the venue, and then the hatch opened——

"250 tennis balls will be dropped, and the 46 people who didn't get the ball will disappear automatically." Kurobe put down the microphone after finishing speaking.

He raised the corners of his lips imperceptibly, looking at the students below who raised their heads one after another.

clap la la...

Tennis balls pour from the hatch of a helicopter in flight.

real or fake? !

The high school students who hadn't fully accepted that they had to compete with the junior high school students ran in a panic: hurry up and pick up the ball!

!!!

Their eyes widened.

The junior high school students who they looked down upon and thought they were harmless——

Hey, I said it's fine for each of you to have one, but why did everyone grab so many? !

Do you know that one tennis ball is equivalent to one quota!

Is it easy for us to spend so many days in the camp? ! ! !

Their hearts were filled with grief, indignation and astonishment.

one left? !

Bang!

A racket came from nowhere and suppressed the only tennis ball left. The high school students followed the racket up, and the boy who picked up the tennis ball from the ground had short dark green hair and a pair of upturned hat brims. He was small. , where did this kid come from? !

"Hey, everyone, long time no see." The one holding the tennis ball was obviously Echizen who was going to the United States for the youth competition after the national competition.

Yukimura couldn't help but deepen his smile at the child's familiar arrogant appearance: Are you back?

It seems that this training camp...

It will be more interesting than imagined~