The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

Unmoved, Seijuro Akaji glanced coldly at the people standing on the tennis court.

“If the leader cannot exert his leadership, the subordinates naturally do not have to obey orders.”

“Knowing people, selecting people, and using talents according to their talents are the keys to achieving kings in ancient and modern times.”

Listening to Seijuro Akaji’s words, Atsushi Shihara, who was naturally dumbfounded, had no idea at all.

Click.

He put the potato chips in his mouth, and instantly the fragrance spread.

“It’s really troublesome, little Akaji, just use the basketball to shut up that person obediently.”

The corner of Seijuro Akaji’s mouth slightly hooked a cold smile, and corrected.

“No, it should be solved with tennis now.”

Saying that, he took out his special racket from his tennis bag.

Shintaro Midorima pushed the frame of his glasses from the bridge of his nose, and a white light skipped over the lens.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his thin lips opened lightly.

“Akaji is going to ‘open up the territory’?”

Ryota Huangse put a playful smile on Midorima Shintaro’s shoulder.

“Is Kochiji going to fight Haizaki, it’s worth seeing.”

Shogo Haizaki domineeringly snatched Takishima-san’s wrist guard and walked onto the tennis court satisfied.

“Akaji, I’m trying to use tennis to shame.”

His eyes suddenly became gloomy and terrifying, and the flame of revenge was rising.

“You should not forget, who expelled me from the basketball club?”

Hearing this, Seijuro Akaji’s face did not have any superfluous expression.

In fact, it is not so much to expel Shogo Haizaki as to dissuade him.

On the one hand, Shogo Haizaki’s personality is very unlikable among the players.

On the other hand, Seijuro Akaji expected that Ryota Huangse’s abilities would surpass that of Haizaki.

He was persuaded by Seijuro Akaji to retreat, which imprinted shame on Shogo Haizaki’s heart.

It’s no wonder that Shogo Haizaki is hostile to Akaji and even to the “Age of Miracles” he leads.

“The game starts, Haizaki serves.”

Shogo Haizaki pinched the tennis ball in his hand, feeling its rough surface, his eyes sharp and cruel.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

He slapped the ball three times on the ground, with a strong sense of rhythm.

“Akaji, let me welcome you on behalf of the tennis club!”

Shout!

The ball spun and was tossed, and Shogo Haizaki quickly raised his arm and flicked the racket out.

Bang!

The ball flies out and over the net.

Tetsuya Kuroko stood on the sidelines of the court, the ball flying in front of him, brushing the bangs in front of his forehead.

Ryota Huangse, who was next to him, exclaimed and spoke Kuroko Tetsuya’s heart.

“What a fast serve!”

Bang bang!

The pillar of light emitted by the ball flashed, and Seijuro Akaji stood motionless in place.

“15—0.”

“How do you feel after eating my ace ball, Akaji?” Shogo Haizaki scoffed, intensifying.

Seijuro Akaji was full of indifference and no gentle light, and his eyes were fixed on the person opposite.

Bang bang!

“30—0.”

Scoring two consecutive serves, Shogo Haizaki’s mood was exceptionally smooth.

He raised his arm and wiped the corners of his mouth, tiptoeing to send out the third ball.

With a bang, the ball streaked through the air and quickly reached the half-court where Akaji was on the opposite side.

“This goal is faster than before.” Kuroko Tetsuya whispered to himself.

“40—0.”

Watch the lively members talk about each other.

“I can’t imagine that Akaji was actually frightened by Haizaki’s speed and didn’t move.”

“I guess I will lose badly, after all, Haizaki’s tennis is very strong.”

The ball landed heavily on the ground, then bounced up quickly, kicking up dust.

“Haizaki scores, 1-0, change.”

When Seijuro Akaji and Shogo Haizaki passed by, it seemed that a war broke out between the two.

“Akaji, how does it feel to eat zero eggs?”

“It’s a pity that this is not a basketball court, and we don’t play basketball.”

“You lost this time, hahaha…”

Shogo Haizaki looked up to the sky and laughed, with a strong sense of pride and conceit.

Qingfeng Daiki plucked his ears, dusted his fingers, and a lazy voice sounded.

“That guy from Haizaki is getting more and more carried away.”

Kuroko Tetsuya said softly, “Come on, Akaji-kun…”

Seijuro Akaji was unmoved, his eyes level with the front, and he never lowered his neck.

“I haven’t lost to anyone else in anything before, and I won’t do this time.”

Saying that, his eyes raised slightly, and his heterochromatic pupils flashed with a faint cold light.

“I will not allow those who disobey me to look down on me!”

Touching Akaji’s gaze, Shogo Haizaki’s heart trembled.

The moment the ball spun up, Seijuro Akaji’s eyes glowed with a bit of coldness.

The whole person jumped up!

Shintaro Midorima pushed his glasses and said very calmly.

“In a way, basketball is not much different from tennis.”

“Compared to basketball, tennis is actually an increase in arm length and a decrease in the volume of the ball itself.”

Seijuro Akaji raised his arm, and the racket was like an extension of his arm, hitting the ball with unusual dexterity.

Boom!

After a muffled sound, the ball bounces off the ground at an angle of about ninety degrees.

Outspin serve….