"Yes..." The two left the court dejectedly and entered the next adjacent court.

The person who was speaking was standing on a high platform outside the main control room, leaning against the railing, wearing a snow-white suit and holding a loud speaker in his hand.

He looked at the junior high school students below with a cold expression, and said condescendingly: "Nice to meet you. I am Kurobe, the strategic coach who was entrusted to temporarily guide this training camp during the absence of the head coach."

Not only the junior high school students, but even the high school students stopped what they were doing, stood up straight, looked at the coach, and listened respectfully.

"Everyone, as you know, this time, we have added a total of 50 specially selected junior high school students to the 246 high school students."

On the other side, "50?"

Momoshiro Takeshi looked at Kaidou Kaoru beside him, "In other words..."

In addition to Hyotei and Seigaku, Rikkai University and other schools should also be here, right?

"From now on, whether you are a junior high school student or a high school student, please practice together and improve the strength of the U-17 team, right?"

Just then, the sound of airplane propellers was heard in the sky.

The junior high and high school students couldn't help but look around for the source of the sound.

"However, the head coach asked me to tell you:"

[300 people are too many. 250 balls will be dropped on the court. Those who fail to grab the ball will pack up and leave this training camp immediately! ! ]

Kurobe closed his eyes, ruthlessly announced the elimination rules, opened his eyes, and said calmly: "That's it."

"What?"

“Is this true?!”

While everyone was panicking or talking, the tennis ball had already been thrown. Kurobe looked at everyone coldly and turned away.

The high school students had no time to question or discuss, and could only panic and look around for the tennis ball.

Of course, the ones who were panicking were the average high school students.

This does not include the 50 junior high school students who came here.

In the blink of an eye,

The middle school students have already taken action and rushed towards the tennis balls they favor.

Xiangri Yueren jumped high up and caught a tennis ball in the air with his bare hands!

Hiyoshi Waka performed the Enbu style and caught the rapidly falling tennis ball with his bare hands.

Jingguang took light steps and caught a tennis ball nearby.

Yuushi Oshitari was also quick in his movements. In the blink of an eye, he had the tennis ball in his hand.

Atobe Keigo was much more eye-catching. His racket was swinging continuously, dancing around tightly.

Soon, his racket was piled with tennis balls as densely packed as a small hill.

There are at least twenty of them.

Jingguang turned his gaze to his side.

There was a tennis ball lying quietly on the racket of Yukimura Seiichi, who had just appeared next to him.

His movements were graceful yet powerful, and the expression on his face was calm yet full of the sense of dominance.

"Kagemitsu."

He smiled and nodded at Jingguang. After spending so many times together, he already knew which kind of smile Jingguang was most vulnerable to.

"...Good morning, Seiichi."

Jingguang's ears turned slightly red and he greeted them obediently.

"Good morning."

Yukimura Seiichi looked at Atobe and greeted him with a faint smile: "Atobe-kun, long time no see."

"Ah, well, I knew you guys would be here too."

He looked at Genichirō Sanada, and then back at Seiichi Yukimura, and said, "If even you national champions weren't here, I would be suspicious."

Yukimura Seiichi laughed and said, "You're so awkward, Atobe."

Still the same~

"Thank you for your affirmation, Atobe-kun."

"snort."