Four hundred and seventieth eight chapters: looking for a place
"Physical strength." I uttered two words coldly, and then slowly swept towards Longma. The child was still staring at Sanchuan Entering the way with his big eyes open.
"That's right. Judging from your trash appearance, it's normal to lose to others!" Mifurudao seemed to be talking to himself, but a discerning person could tell at a glance that the boy leaning against the tree had become even more gloomy.
Normal? Except for sometimes losing to Nanjiro, I have never been defeated so badly. You even say it's normal, isn't it too hateful?
Stand up and kicked hard at the tree.
Everyone swallowed their saliva. Those trees were unlucky enough to be kicked by this demon and they would be peeled off even if they were not dead.
There were still countless hairy chests falling down. I looked at these hairy chests and my lips slowly opened, "If I could hit 10, you are not allowed to call us trash." So what if we lose to others? That's just
The strength is not as good as others at present, but we will all become stronger and defeat those who defeat us.
"Okay." Mifuru Izudao actually agreed. He didn't expect that he was so happy. He really felt that there was a conspiracy.
After turning around, my body turned into several, and then there were still constant bangs. After the sound passed, everyone saw that several thunders had appeared around the Sanchuan entering the road. After careful people counted, there were indeed ten.
Moreover, the positions of these ten are different, and they steadily surrounded the three ships into the road, forming a circle.
"So awesome!"
“Death is worthy of death!”
"It's really handsome!"
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The junior high school students were all happy. Finally, someone found Sanchuan into the Tao in front of him. Now, how could he not look down on the junior high school students when he saw Sanchuan into the Tao? You must know that junior high school students are not weak!
High school students swallowed their saliva. Why are there such powerful people among these junior high school students? And 10 of them are still so easy to call out. Isn’t this absurd or something?
"Hmph! I'm complacent with such a little achievement?" Mifururi glared at me, then walked over to me with my wine gourd on my back.
Is this Ojisan having a problem with his brain? Didn’t he say that he could just play 10 balls? He really likes to go back on his word. He is a very hateful old man, even more annoying than Uncle Nanjiro.
I clenched my fists tightly, but I recovered in an instant. You can do whatever you want, as long as you don’t scold the trash.
"Okay, everyone should train independently!" Sanada looked around. Now the only one who seemed to be more influential was him, a third-grade senior.
Cut, I turned around and left with a racket. Today I was so tired that I was chasing the damn eagle and ran half of the mountain. People were about to go crazy. It would be better to go and rest for a while. I climbed online along the trunk of the tree.
Climb, then leisurely arrived at the top of the tree and started to sleep.
Listening to the constant banging sounds coming from below, these passionate teenagers started playing tennis again. They were in a good mood. There was no way that people would lose their passion when they were old, so youth is gone forever.
"Oh." Looking at the sky, I sighed faintly. Since I came to Japan, nothing has become less like me. Now I will sigh, complain in my heart, have the idea of playing basketball, and have the inner heart
I feel impulsive, what is going on? Sure enough, Japan is not a good place. It seems that I should go back to the United States after this training, after all, my job is there.
Sanada seemed to have gone to high school students to practice playing basketball, while Koto and Togao Masami were also playing basketball continuously. As for doing it, they were responsible for explaining the benefits of these training to others.
After sleeping for a while, I felt very bored, then jumped off the tree, kicked the trunk hard again with a racket, and then played with Maoli. After all, this Maoli is similar to tennis.
First there were three, then five, then eight, and finally ten, but when 12, the racket seemed to be no longer played, missing one.
Looking at the missing one, I frowned. Could it be that my limit is 11? Impossible, how could there be only 11? At least I have to hit 12 at the moment.
It seems that we can't relax.
At night, standing in front of the mountain wall, I threw 12 balls with both hands and the racket in my hand, and then held the racket and accelerated the pace and hit the balls hard, but one of them still didn't hit. , What is the situation? I squatted down and looked at the ball that fell to the ground. It was nothing special, but it just couldn't hit it.