Net King: Edogawa Sakuraichi

Chapter 966 The Finale

Bu Er felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He said he was angry, but he wasn't. He couldn't tell what it was, but he just felt aggrieved...

When Sakura left the men's net, Tezuka turned his head and glanced at her, the streamer on the lens was fleeting, why... he felt that this person was a little familiar.

"Nya, I want to go shopping with you." Kikumaru wanted to follow Sakuraichi with every step. He liked this girl very much and felt very happy to be with her, but after only two steps, the back collar suddenly tightened , He was immediately annoyed: "Ah, who grabbed my clothes, Da, Minister Yamato, ah~ Dashi, let's play doubles!!!"

"Are you really not coming to U-17?" Saitozhi still followed Yingyi, persuading Huang He unwillingly: "Isn't it good in China? You don't know anyone abroad, and you were bullied by others when you went to find him." who said?"

Yingyi glanced at him in surprise, then retracted her gaze, and said in an indescribably lazy tone, "Wei Sheng will arrange everything." Being bullied?Come and try!

"You trust him so much? It's just a stranger. Have you ever understood the most basic understanding?"

Saitozhi was still talking, but Yingyi didn't reply, because she had already arrived at the women's net. At this moment, she was standing in front of the isolation net, looking at the few people ten meters away.

Fujiwara and Goto stood on the sides of the two courts, looking at the people fighting in the field. Mieko Arai of the first generation was obsessed with the cone of the second generation. Yuki Kitajima and the second generation Yuki Okawa, everyone, are training very well.

Only the drowsy Rina Aihara sat in a corner, holding the racket, and fell asleep bit by bit, with Fujiwara's coat on her body, probably because she was afraid that she would catch a cold.

"They are very strong, and they are all candidates for U-17," Saito Zhi stood beside her. "As soon as the national competition is over, they will be recruited into U-17."

"I know."

Opening her mouth lightly, Sakura's gaze under the lids softened a little, and the team members brought out by one hand are finally on the road to the world. Even if they will stand on the opposite side in the future, they are sincerely happy and proud of them.

Because of the hat, Saito couldn't see her expression at the moment, but noticed that the air-conditioning that no one should enter on her body had dissipated a bit, so he couldn't help but looked at Qingxue's women's net in surprise, um, maybe he could pass them keep her.

but……

Is she really strong?

Although it can be seen from the calluses on her hands that she has the experience of finishing the ball, but the strength is not obvious, so I want to know.

Snapped!
Snapped!
boom--

wow——

After the tennis ball hit the ground, it bounced off the isolation net, making a piercing crackling sound.

"Ah, I don't know why, every time I use this trick, the ball will go out of control, it's really annoying." The voice of complaint suddenly sounded, a little immature.

Sakura turned her eyes and saw Cone Shengai. She shook the racket in her hand, took a deep breath, then stepped forward, bent her body, and pulled away the posture of catching the ball: "Senior Sang Yu, please do it again."

"Let's forget it." Sang Yu shook his head, raised his finger and pointed at her wrist, "Your wrist is starting to become red and swollen, if you continue, you may get injured."

"Eh? But..."

"It will be very troublesome if you get injured now." Fujiwara interrupted her, then got up and walked to her side.Then he grabbed her wrist, and immediately heard her hiss, Fujiwara couldn't help narrowing his eyes: "Sure enough, I'm still injured."

"Eh?! Injured?!"

Sang Yu was stunned, and several people who were training in the field next to her also stopped, and ran to her side one after another.

"It's not very heavy," Fujiwara let go of his hand. "It's just a little strained. Don't touch tennis for a few days."

Hearing this, Zhui Sheng'ai's eyes were lost for a while, but he couldn't refute it, after all, he was a minister, and he was an unambiguous existence.

Outside the isolation net, Yingyi's expression remained the same, her gaze was a little terrified, she had taught Zhui Shengai many times how to hold the racket, but looking at it now, there are still some mistakes, the wrist is always held by the base, how could it not be injured?
(End of this chapter)