The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

Shintaro Midorima noticed something, and his eyes widened slightly.

“That monk’s range of movement is pitiful.”

“But even so, Aomine’s balls were counterattacked.”

Everyone looked at Echizen Nanjiro’s feet.

Sure enough, he stood on his left foot and moved his right foot slightly outward.

The entire range of movement is no more than a small circle.

Master – that’s another word that comes to their heads.

In their opinion, being able to suppress Qingfeng in this way is indeed a master.

Aomomine Daiki didn’t get a single point, and he was a little tired.

And Echizen Nanjiro still looks relaxed.

His racket is as flexible as an arm.

“Ah~~~” Echizen Nanjiro suddenly yawned.

Then he closed his eyes and said with a smile.

“It’s too boring to fight like this.”

And his way to solve boredom is to close his eyes and compare with Qingfeng.

A nameless fire ignited in Aomine’s heart, and he stared closely at the man opposite.

“Aha? Qingfeng is being despised. Ryota Huangse said with interest.

“Abominable—” Aomi Daiki let out a low roar and jumped up.

“Yes… It’s a kill in front of the net! “People on the side of the pitch unconsciously retreated.

Qingfeng when killing the ball is just as terrifying as when he is slam dunk.

That momentum made people have to step back.

On the other side, Echizen Nanjiro still had his eyes closed, his footsteps moved, and he suddenly appeared in front of the net.

“Good, so fast!” Several people were shocked by Echizen Nanjiro’s speed.

Bang!

“Call back easily!”

“That man is so powerful!”

“Aomine-kun…”

Seijuro Akaji wore a pure white coat, and his body exuded a cold aura.

Around him, only Shintaro Midorima dared to approach him.

“Akaji, Echizen Nanjiro, is that famous man in the Japanese tennis scene?”

Seijuro Akaji nodded slightly, just as an answer.

Midorima Shintaro gasped in his heart, and his face did not show his shock.

Being able to invite Echizen Nanjiro as a coach, Akaji really has the ability.

Speaking of Echizen Nanjiro, few people are probably the age of their fathers.

That man represents the peak era of Japanese tennis.

But such an image still makes Midorima a little embarrassed.

People have to sigh –

The legendary samurai Nanjiro would actually be such a virtue.

However, this may be called real people not showing their faces.

“End of the game, 6-0.”

Qingfeng Daiki was defeated and turned pale.

Akaji’s sharp gaze swept over, and the team members lowered their heads.

“Does anyone else want to challenge the coach?”

Shogo Haizaki saw the “end” of Daiki Aomine and looked away unnaturally.

In this case, who else dares to stand out.

The level of the coach is really strong.

Echizen Nanjiro was holding a racket, and it seemed that he had not yet played and was addicted.

“Hey, teenagers, move fast—”

Everyone looked at each other, but they were indifferent.

Ryota Huangse said with a grin.

“Actually, I don’t have any opinions.”

Atsushi Shihara ate a piece of potato chips and said lazily.

“Ahhh~~~ Since it is Kochiji’s personal trainer, I have no opinion~~~”

See “Age of Miracles” both said so, and everyone else chimed in.

“We’re okay with that.”

Seijuro Akaji’s eyes glowed coldly.

“I see that you misunderstood something, from beginning to end, I Akaji was not asking for your opinion.”

The people below were embarrassed.

They even forgot that Akaji’s style is dictatorship.

Seijuro Akaji’s pupils shrank and continued.

“My orders are absolute.”

“The reason why I asked you to challenge the coach is to see how many pounds you have.”

Then, his eyes tightened slightly, and his words were sharp.

“However, I didn’t expect that you didn’t even have the courage to challenge.”

Although Akaji’s words were sharp, no one dared to refute them.

Indeed, they are afraid of losing.

The atmosphere condensed, and Echizen Nanjiro scratched his head and said boredly.

“Akaji boy, I see that the next training will be handed over to you.”

After that, he lay down directly on the bench, and the long robe was dragged to the ground.

Everyone raised their foreheads, and several black lines appeared on their foreheads.

Is this their new coach?

Maybe it’s too loose…

But Akaji looked like he was used to it and ordered to everyone.

“The varsity team prepares for practice matches, others train freely, above!”

Ryota Huangse flicked his arm, looking long-awaited.

“Great, if you have a practice match, I will fight against Kochiji!”

The orange color of one of Seijuro Akaji’s eyes faded and returned to normal.

With a little gentleness in his eyes, he said to Huangse.

“From today, your practice match opponent will be fixed as Takishima.”

As if being poured with a basin of cold water, Huangse was too faint.