Net King: God-level Talent

Early in the morning, the army of high school students at the Fengxiu Follower Training Camp started training.

on the running track of the course.

A group of high school students were running around in a neat morning exercise.

After the long run, the group rested.

"Hey, where did this guy come from, why didn't you find out before?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen it a few days ago! Could it be that it's the same as that Tokugawa guy, an elite who returned from overseas?"

"Laugh at me, this is still called elite!"

A yellow-haired high school student glanced at Feng Xiu with disdain and said, "Let me ask you, which high school are you from?"

"I'm a junior high school student!" Feng Xiu said lightly.

He really didn't have the slightest interest in the ordinary high school students here, this kind of person who mocked him for being fat had seen too much, not only his expression, but also his heart.

"Hahaha, are you being funny? There is no country born in this place, idiot!" Huang Mao said contemptuously.

"What did you say?"

"I said you were stupid!"

Can you still play tennis with such a fat body?

Isn't that funny?

"What?" Huang Mao saw that Feng Xiu was slightly angry, and said coldly: "Do you still want to fight with me?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to hold out for five minutes!" Feng Xiu raised an eyebrow.

"Five minutes? Haha, did you hear that? This fat man said that I can't even hold on for five minutes, stinky fat man, you are looking for death!"

"Grab your racket, I'll be waiting for you on the sideline!"

Kaede Xiu walked to the side of the court alone.

"Hey, this guy is looking for death, then I will fulfill him!" Huang Mao's eyes flashed, and he walked to the side, picked up his racket and followed.

"Another good show!"

On the stands on the side of the dormitory.

"This fat man, ghost, I'm sure I haven't seen it before!" Irie frowned, he didn't have any impression of Kaede-su, as if he had suddenly appeared in the training camp.

The ghost was expressionless and indifferent, "I haven't seen it either!"

"But this guy is definitely not an ordinary person!"

Irie has never seen a fat man walking so steadily.

The key is not to get angry when provoked.

on the pitch.

Huangmao Yoshida Jiro looked at Feng Xiu coldly, his eyes had a hint of banter, a fat man dared to talk back to him? Isn't that looking for death?

"Let you, a fat man who claims to be a middle school student, serve, come on!"

"Yoshida-kun, let him see your level!"

"Yes, is it possible for a fat man to play tennis?

On the side of the court, two of Yoshida's friends taunted Kaede.

At this time, Feng Xiu's mind entered the Dao to tell him.

The strength of the training camp is king, there is no need for waste, and he can clean up as much as he can!

Phew!

The tennis ball is thrown high by Kaede-hide!

"This national training camp doesn't need waste!"

Kaede-hide's eyes flashed, and he stood on tiptoe, and the racket suddenly slammed out, and he aimed at Yoshida's abdomen.

Bang!

There was a thud, and the tennis ball burst out.

"This fat man, he's so arrogant, he doesn't need waste... Hahaha"

In the next second, only a dull sound was heard, and the tennis ball had suddenly shot into the air, reflected in Yoshida Doudou's small eyes.

A yellow glow with a fierce storm came straight towards his abdomen.

He didn't have time to think, and his pupils dilated.

Rumble!

In the shocked eyes of everyone, Yoshida was directly swept away by a tennis ball.

Burst!

When he flew backwards in the air, he was like a kite with a broken string, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

"Yoshida..."

"This..."

Yoshida's two friends looked at the court in horror.

"You two!" Feng Xiu's eyes were cold, and she turned her head to look at the two of them.

"I..."

The two of them trembled in their hearts, and they were scared to say that they were not good.

"You two go together, the fat man really can't play tennis! My strength is very poor..."Feng Xiu sneered coldly.

"We... We.. ！"

"Run!"

The two glanced at each other and immediately fled the court in embarrassment.

Soon, the medical staff carried Yoshida, who was already unconscious, on a stretcher.

"This kid is very ruthless!"

Oni Jujiro frowned slightly, this kind of tennis ball that was too sharp, and the feeling of making a decisive shot, made him quite uncomfortable, and he thought of the guy in Byodoin again.

"It's amazing!" Irie praised lightly.

It seems that this training camp has added a lot of masters.

It's just that he wonders in his heart, is Feng Xiu really a middle school student?

Feng Xiu put away his racket and walked off the court indifferently.

He helped Mifune enter the road to clean up the waste, and he didn't use all his strength for the blow just now, and he didn't have any tricks, so he directly aimed at the opponent's abdomen and pumped it.

I didn't expect it to be so vulnerable.

Monitor the side of the lounge on the stands.

"Saito, what do you think?"

A slender coach over two meters tall and wearing a white trench coat with a megaphone in his hand looked at Yukio Kurobe, who had coffee-colored hair.

"Absolute strength!" Saito had a premonition in his heart.

This training camp is about to change!

Not only the new overseas elite Tokugawa, but also Kaede Hide, who was watched by Mifune's entry.

"The introductory coach arranged for him to start on Court 16, but this guy's strength... I'm afraid it's not easy. How do we arrange this?" Saito thought with a frown.

Kurobe said lightly: "That can only be to let him get up step by step, and it is already a violation of the rules to let a junior high school student join the training camp!"

"I'm afraid it won't be a few days before I climb up!"

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