Vol 10 Chapter 97: The champion is... Junior High School of Youth Academy!

The cool smash that Ryoma previously played was to hold the racket tightly to make the ball spin. In rare cases, the ball will deform, and it is said that sometimes it will bounce irregularly, but the ball like the previous game, I am afraid that only once in 100 times-it will fly over the ground instead of bounce .
Sanada's final conclusion is that this kind of courage and confidence in taking risks is worthy of admiration. But Mu Lin remembered the three rackets that Echizen had broken before the game against Kirara, and felt that there was still room for further development in this matter.
When Li Haida walked to the side of the stadium, Sanada said, "Champion Li Haida... is already last year. This year we will enter the national competition as a challenger."
"To regain the championship throne!"
"Qingxue! We want to subdue you in the national competition! We will never let you go!"
Sanada uttered harsh words here, but Mu Lin always felt a little concealing the fact that it was his own pot.
After a fierce battle, Qingxue defeated the champion Li Haida and successfully advanced to the national competition.
The other game on the day was the match between Fudo Peak and Hexagon for third place. The two schools did not give in to each other. Even the first singles Tachibana Yoshihei and Saeki also played extremely fiercely. In the end, the game ended and Fudo Peak's Tachibana Yoshihei won, with a score of 6:2.
Then all the teams were called to the center of the tennis court, and a staff member began to announce the result of the game.
"Now it is announced the National High School Tennis Tournament..."
"The results of the men's team division in the Kanto Division..."
"And the list of six schools that advanced to the national competition-the third place is...Fudofeng Middle School!"
"Next, the second place is... Lihai University High School!" But Sanada directly rejected this ranking, and also bluntly said that as long as we are champions, the others are worthless.
"The champion of the Kanto Contest is... Junior High School of Youth Academy!"
"In addition, fourth place, Rokkaku Middle School, fifth place, Yamabuki Middle School, and sixth place, Green Mountain Middle School, also advanced to the national competition."
As for the so-called subsequent ones. "I hope you can play Kanto's momentum in the national competition. This competition..." There are routines that appear in every competition. Naturally, no one listens carefully to these words, so after the staff announced the dissolution , Everyone left.
In the following time, although the Youth Academy won the Kanto Contest-however, their summer vacation is not over yet.
So during the summer vacation, Qingxue was invited by Hexagon Middle School to participate in joint intensive training, so I don’t know what happened. This intensive training became the Grandpa Cup beach volleyball game, but the environment on the beach is obviously Very good, the blue sea, blue sky and the sea breeze, stepping barefoot on the beach, the soft sand seems to have no bearing capacity at all under the feet, and from time to time the sea will overflow on the insteps, far away, you can even hear seagulls tweet.
When Mu Lin recovered, I heard that several people had decided to draw lots to determine the mixed doubles combination of Qingxue and Rokkaku Middle School. If Qingxue plus Mu Lin, there are nine people, and Rokkaku High School would have seven people. It's pretty good.
But Mu Lin suddenly heard a voice next to him, "Don't you think it is necessary to add some punishments?" Mu Lin knew that this was the voice of Senior Gan without any reaction. As for the punishment measures he mentioned... It was one of his so-called vegetable drinks. Everyone in Qingxue shed a cold sweat in an instant. After Mr. Gan said "the latest masterpiece. Dry special Iwasui..." To the extreme.
Mu Lin watched Sudo and took the cup in his dry hand. After tangling for a second, Mu Lin was still a little bit unbearable. It happened that Mu Lin was next to him and simply reached out to stop him, but looked at the school team members around him. They all shouted "Don't drink" with a horrified expression, which is still a bit interesting. The power of dried vegetable juice is really getting more and more terrifying. A guy like Lin Bu'er who has been squinting his eyes for a long time has already I was so scared that I opened my eyes, Mu Lin looked at the liquid in the goblet in his hand. It was Mu Lin's hand shaking, and it came from Sudou's hand. It was a little tangled, but still did not restrain it. I was eager to try my heart, but Mu Lin didn't dare to try too much, just squeezed a little bit.
Mu Lin's thoughts at this time were all focused on the new work, but he was not in the mood to pay attention to other people's reactions, so he didn't notice that everyone around him was staring at him intently, even though the others in Qingxue knew it all along. Mu Lin only has an extraordinary interest in trying to dry vegetables, but still has extraordinary respect for this kind of behavior similar to death.
Mu Lin carefully tasted the liquid in his mouth. To be honest, the taste really challenged the limit of human taste. The smell of fish makes even people who love fish most likely to spit it out, but Mu Lin probably suffered too much from the impact on his sense of taste, so he was able to bear it at this level, and he was even able to discern the taste of the fish in the liquid as belonging to sardines. On this subtle issue, However, Mu Lin himself does not like to eat fish. The strong fishy smell made Mu Lin frown. So now Mu Lin feels the fishy smell in his mouth. The only thing he wants to do now is to first Rinse your mouth.
However, Mu Lin's frowning action just brought a lot of psychological pressure to the people next to him. After all, Mu Lin was the only person who was able to drink the vegetable juice of the dry senior after the death of Senior Fuji. If he couldn't stand the Yan Shimizu this time, the taste this time would be really desperate. . ,,.