The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

Atsushi Shihara followed Seijuro Akaji’s gaze.

Sure enough, after losing the game, those guys all had an expression that the sky was falling.

“Aaa

Ryuzaki glanced at the arrogant and confident Akaji, remorseful.

I already knew that the singles number two was dispatched.

In that case, Tezuka, who plays singles, will definitely be able to win.

But it’s too late to say anything, and we must not make such mistakes again.

Ryuzaki secretly made up her mind, but did not want her mind to be seen through by Seijuro Akaji.

“As a result, Qingxue lost to Diguang in the regional preliminary round.”

Satoshi Horio followed behind dejectedly, unable to fight his spirits.

Fujishusuke narrowed his eyes and said to Tezuka who was walking in front.

“Tezuka, I think the capital assembly needs to go all out.”

Behind Tezuka Kunimitsu’s thin spectacle lenses, his gaze was cold and elusive like the deep sea.

“All of them, run back to school from here.”

“Yes-”

With an order, all the team members took a step forward.

This is the “reward” you deserve after losing the game.

“Aha! Is Qingxue unlucky? Ryota Huangse looked at the person running in front of them with a look of schadenfreude.

Atsushi Ziyuan ate a packet of potato chips and was in a good mood.

“Ahhh~~ it’s really ugly~~”

Seijuro Akaji, who was walking in the front, narrowed his eyes as someone blocked him in front of him.

“It’s the first-grade imp of Qingxue again, what do you want to do this time?” Takishima-san asked a little angrily.

Echizen Ryoma stood fearlessly in front of Akaji, craned his neck, and looked at him.

“I heard that you are very strong, how about we compete?”

Seijuro Akaji was extremely cultivated, and with a faint smile on his face, he politely refused.

“Sorry, I’m afraid not this time.”

Echizen Ryoma, however, will not give up easily.

He is a person whose blood boils when he meets a master.

In the match against Teiguang, captain Akaji did not play, which also made many people regret.

“If you don’t have time, you will win with one goal.”

Seijuro Akaji smiled indifferently, “One goal determines the winner.” ”

“Why, are you afraid of losing?” Echizen Ryoma deliberately provoked.

However, as soon as his words fell, he was picked up by Ziyuan Atsun.

“Ahhh~~ noisy little ghost, talk non-stop in front of Akaji, pinch you oh~~~”

Seijuro Akaji looked at Atsushi Shihara and ordered.

“Let go of him, Ziyuan.”

As soon as Atsushi Shihara let go, Echizen Ryoma’s feet landed on the ground again.

I thought that the other party would agree to compete with him, but I didn’t expect to listen to what Akaji said.

“Sorry, I don’t fight with the weak.”

After speaking, Seijuro Akaji directly crossed Echizen Ryoma and left proudly.

Echizen Ryoma’s eyes sank slightly.

Do you actually say that he is weak?

So he went on to defiantly.

“So, what is it that loses to the weak?”

This is directed at Shintaro Midorima, who lost to him.

And Midori’s face instantly became cold.

Ryota Huangse covered his mouth and snickered.

“Little ghost, don’t be proud.”

“Midorima will lose to you, it’s all because the lucky thing is broken.”

Then several rays of wind whizzed towards Ziyuan Atsun.

Atsushi Shihara yawned and said leisurely.

“Ahh~~~ Are you talking about Green Boy’s kettle, it’s too much of a hindrance, so I fell ~~”

Shintaro Midorima held up his glasses, calm and composed.

“Ziyuan, even if you apologize, I won’t forgive you.”

Atsushihara looked at Shintaro Midorima with a funny look and snorted.

“Ahhhh~~~ I have no intention of apologizing, and it was not my fault~~”

Seijuro Akaji refused to compete with Echizen Ryoma, which made the latter very uncomfortable.

But this also made Echizen Ryoma have a greater desire to win or lose.

I didn’t expect that there were so many powerful people in Japan.

“I’ll beat you all one by one.” He pressed his resolve.

Whether it is Captain Tezuka or the Akaji of Temitsu, it will be him Echizen Ryoma who wins.

The sun has set, and the streets of Tokyo are full of people.

And in Akaji’s mansion, the father and son at the dining table were very quiet.

After eating, Akaji Seiju looked up at Akaji Seijuro on the opposite side.

“How is the game in the tennis club?”

Catching a glimpse of his father’s deep eyes, which exude an irresistible command, Akaji smiled indifferently.

“All the best, 3-1 win.”

Akaji Seichen’s eyes moved slightly, a little dissatisfied.

“3-1, lost a game, didn’t you?”

Seijuro Akaji replied very calmly to his father’s somewhat displeased eyes.

“Father rest assured, I will do my best to remove the lost link.”

Saying that, his heterochromatic pupils flashed a little absolutely.

Akaji Seichen also stopped asking and said lightly.

“If necessary, go to Lihai to dig a few people over, I heard that it is the team of the second consecutive hegemony in the country.”