Net King: God-level player

At him.

Other junior high school students have also begun to get angry.

This game.

They hope that the trace will be turned over !! Even the possibility, now today.

It is still slight, but just now, the performance of the trace department.

It has already opened a variety of probes.

That is the battle of the army, becoming the dawn of the army!

The smog, the smart, the light, the god of light.

He looked up at the sky.

Subsequent.

Always cold and clear face, there is a rare and a smile.

"It looks, it will be full moon tonight!"

After that, the arm of Yue Yue Yue is picking up, throwing tennis to the air.

Simultaneously.

The faint breeze blows, very fast.

The smart, the smart, the first time, the first time, the first time, there is no smashing in the eyes of the trace department.

Along with this eye.

The look of the trace is hidden.

Hey! And at this moment, the smart moonlight has hit the tennis.

The racket waves between the horrible waves and winds.

Stabling! Start with an unimaginable speed.

It's like a meteor flashes, and tennis disappears in the sight of everyone.

"coming!!"

The trace department is a blue scorpion, and the dead staring at the direction of the tennis.

Hey! The arm is waving, and the trace will hit it immediately toward the direction of tennis.

But! In this moment, the trace is suddenly awkward.

His eyes.

It seems that a pair appeared.

That a look, it belongs to Yue Yue !! Hey! The crisp snatch sounds.

But, tennis, no network.

Hey! It gives a dull sound, hit the net.

Then there was quietly landing.

": !!"

The voice of the staff sounded.

The trace department is a glimpse.

He, mistake! Soon.

Standing on the bottom line serve, Yue Yue Yue continues to serve.

The trace department is watching each other in the blue scorpion.

Stepping! He ran quickly toward the tennis, but the same scene appeared again.

", More smart light, score 5: 2, exchange courses and serve!"

The voice of the staff sounded, announced.

Follow it.

Exchange the right to the ball and the right.

Stadium.

Come to the serve of the trace department.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Tracks Jingwu dark blue scorpion looks to the moonlight, the brow starts frowning.

He always feels, some are not very right.

In front of him, there is always a pair of faint thoughts.

This pair is a smog of light.

Hey! The arm rises, and the trace will throw tennis to the high altitude.

Spin.

Hey! The racquet will go to the tennis.

Just in this moment.

That pair belongs to the eyes of Yue Yue, once again.

The appearance in the eyes of the seventh day! Hey!

The same scene will appear again.

Tennis, no network, falling on the net.

"The tee mistake, the servant !!"

The voice of the staff sounded, announced!

The trace department will serve again, but.