Net King: Black Glory

Chapter 95 Spanish Style ([-]th update)

Turning on his phone and seeing the Kanto Tournament report push sent to him by Tezuka, Zongyan replied with a few words and then turned off his phone.

"Mom, I think I saw Dad's car."

Pushing the salute and walking out of the terminal, Zong Yan felt a little helpless when he saw his mother who had taken out her phone to chat with his father since getting off the plane.

However, he was still sharp-eyed, and even though he was pushing a lot of salutes, he still saw his father at a glance.

"Kana, this way."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zong Yan's father also saw them. He drove the black car not far away to stop in front of them and rolled down the window.

"Zong Yan, quickly move the salute to the car, you sit in the back."

"Father, it's too obvious that you treat people differently..."

Saeki Sohiko was very speechless. The personalities of the two couples really haven't changed at all. After so many years, they don't get tired of panic. They always feel that he is superfluous.

"Haha, if you came alone, why would I come to pick you up in person?"

Laughing, he trotted to open the co-pilot's door, and after his mother Shen Nai sat down, Zong Yan's salute was also put in the trunk.

"Fasten your seatbelts, we're off."

"Zong Yan has come to Spain, where do you want to go?"

"I don't want to go out for now..."

"No, it doesn't matter if you stay indoors at a young age. You have to go out and play. Come on, here is the card. The password is *****"

Looking at the bank card that his father forced on him, Zong Yan felt speechless:

"Father, if you want to be intimate with mom, give me a good reason if you want to let me go. I'm not a child anymore..."

Saeki's father was a little surprised, as if he didn't expect that little kid from before to understand so much at once, and then he said something without embarrassment.

"Hey, our Zong Yan has grown up too?"

As for what Zong Yan said about dismissing him, is he so obvious?
"Pfft~"

Mother Kanna looked at the father and son who kept bickering and smiled.

"Okay, I won't be the light bulb for you and mom, just send me to the nearest golf course."

Saeki Munehiko twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a smile, and said in a strange tone.

"Uh……"

Saeki's father originally wanted to persuade Xiao Zhi to use emotion and reason, but when he heard Zong Yan was so obedient, he swallowed it all.

"it is good!"

Not long after, Zong Yan got out of the car in front of a tennis club, and then his father ran away with his mother.

Looking at the beautifully decorated tennis club in front of me, and the two parents who disappeared in a flash.

For a moment, Zong Yan felt that he seemed redundant.

It seems that his existence has affected their world?
"Forget it, my father has been away on business for so long, and it's true that I haven't seen my mother for a long time. I'll go back later!"

Silently making a decision to satisfy his old father, Zongyan looked at the club in front of him.

"Spanish tennis, let me see it."

After tidying up his clothes and putting the tennis bag on his back again, Zong Yan walked directly into this extraordinary tennis club.

To be honest, Zong Yan is not very familiar with Spanish tennis.

After all, when he came to this world, he had just learned that the head coach of the Spanish team was Echizen Nanjiro.

At this time, Echizen Nanjiro should also be in America, teaching His Highness the Prince of this world.

About Nanjiro since when?How did you become the coach of the Spanish team?

Zongyan has no idea about the various reasons that happened.

Could it be that it was because of the rules of this world that the plot of forcing the son to defeat his father came about?
Otherwise, with the strength shown by Longma, it seems completely impossible to really defeat his father in a short time.

However, it is still possible for Echizen Ryoma's team to defeat the team led by Echizen Minamijiro.

Could this be considered a victory for fulfilling the wish goal?

Saeki Munehiko didn't quite understand this.

But he didn't bother about it.

The Spanish team now is completely different from the Spanish team two years later. He had already checked some information before coming.

The current Spanish general is someone he has never heard of, and as for the others, he has never heard of most of them.

This is not surprising, after all, even in Spain two years later, except for the name of the general, he has no idea at all.

But he does know that the future Spanish captain - Meida Nuo Lei.

As a super star in Spain, his news can be found in various magazines.

Now, like Zong Yan, he was originally a junior high school student, and he was in the third grade of junior high school.

But it seems that he skipped from junior high school to high school this year in order to participate in the U-17 World Cup.

And his full name should be called - Antonio da Medanore.

……

Today Zong Yan won't worry about things that are too far away from him.

The U-17 and the World Championships are all too far away from him.

Only the improvement of his own strength is the main purpose of his promise to his father to come to Spain.

After entering the club, Zong Yan pretended to be a beginner, and asked the club staff directly about tennis.

After finally coming to Spain, how could he not get acquainted with the style of tennis here.

After all, when it comes to tennis, Spain is much better than Neon. They are one of the big17 in the U-4 World Cup.

……

Under the leadership of the staff, he walked into each training court. After a brief introduction to him, the other party went to do other things.

Zong Yan also expressed his desire to visit it himself, and the club agreed.

The tennis atmosphere in Spain is very strong, and there are many people who come here every day to learn tennis.

"Beginners" like Zong Yan can be seen in the club every day.

So, no surprises for the staff either.

The club Saeki's father brought him to was the most formal club in the area.

The internal training process and equipment are very standardized, and Asians like Zong Yan will have nothing to do when they come in.

This is why Saeki's father is very relieved to leave him here.

But if it were a street court, it would be dangerous, with all kinds of people and methods mixed together.

Tennis in Net King World is not as grand and upright as it was shown in the early stages of the original game.

Even in England, which is well-known and calls itself a "gentleman", all kinds of despicable and disgusting methods can be found everywhere.

After all, no matter which world you are in, the most common and serious place where gambling is happening is underground in Europe.

Tennis is certainly no exception.

After all sports come into contact with money and capital, you will find that there is a very dirty side behind this sport.

Although Saeki Zonghiko looks like he is only twelve or thirteen years old now, his psychology is not.

Therefore, he was not too anxious, but took his time to observe the various training grounds of the club.

"This is not good either...it's not as good as Renzu..."

After briefly watching a few games, Zongyan shook his head at the club's apparent strength.

As expected, it was an area that only accommodated beginners. Even in Spain, which he had been familiar with since childhood, none of the dozen or so venues he had just looked at interested him.

After thinking about it, Zong Yan found the staff member just now, recharged a membership, and then entered the inner area.

This time, the staff's attitude towards Zong Yan became even more enthusiastic.

Along the way, he kept introducing various scientific training methods, as well as corresponding coaches and even personal trainers.

Anyway, it is to promote how many professional golfers a certain coach has taught, how powerful they are, etc.

Zong Yan had a smile on his face, neither urging nor interrupting, he just followed him silently.

Whenever the staff stopped at any venue, he would also stop and take a look.

"what……"

After wandering around for another five or six minutes, Saeki Munuhiko finally saw a pretty good game on a venue.

The two figures constantly fighting on the field were actually somewhat familiar.

Zong Yan suddenly became interested.

I want to get into this venue past the staff who are constantly introducing me.

His eyes were always on the two fighting men, so when he walked around the corner, he didn't notice anyone coming.

"Oh!"

A player with brown-black skin and a very tall figure was walking towards a muscular white player talking and laughing, and bumped into Zongyan.

Zong Yan was knocked staggering, and just as he was about to raise his head, a voice with an unkind tone reached his ears.

"Yo? It's actually a yellow-skinned monkey, from Huaguo?"

Over the years, as Huaguo's strength has taken off, its authority in the world has intensified.

In the past, as long as you have an Asian face in Europe and America, you will be considered a neon or a South Korean. The point of view has been reversed.

They will subconsciously think that Asians are Chinese.

Zong Yan was very happy about such a mistake, so he did not correct it.

"Sorry, I didn't notice the person coming just now. I'm sorry."

The tall contestant with brown-black skin and a very tall figure saw Zong Yan apologize, and he was still a child, so he said it was fine.

Zong Yan also nodded and prepared to leave.

But at this time, a burly white man at the side once again blocked Zong Yan's way.

"Huh? Is there anything else?"

"You just apologized to Anderson. As for me, don't I, Tatum, deserve your apology?"

The white man was making trouble unreasonably, Zong Yan didn't touch him at all, and he actually wanted Zong Yan to apologize.

Zong Yan was sullen, but after seeing the contemptuous eyes of the white man, he reacted.

This is Spain, and it is a tennis club. Zong Yan has an Asian face.

Discrimination and bullying.

After thinking about this clearly, Zongyan knew that anything verbal was meaningless.

"Looking at you, don't say I didn't meet you, even if I met you and apologized, you wouldn't let me go, would you?"

"What do you want to do, tell me!"

Zongyan asked straight to the point.

Tatum, a white man, had a look of surprise in his eyes. He didn't expect an Asian to be so courageous.

However, he didn't care, he was just looking for something fun to do.

The white man Tatum glanced at Zong Yan's tennis bag and snorted disdainfully.

"You Asians also play tennis? Then can you play a game with me, and I will forgive you after the comparison!"

"Huh? Tatum, you?"

The tall brown-black-skinned Anderson frowned, and turned to look at Tatum, who was much stronger than him, with a puzzled tone.

However, after seeing the flash of contempt in the other party's eyes and Zong Yan's complexion, he also understood.

Thinking of what happened to him when he first came here, he immediately said a little unbearably: "Forget it Tatum, we still have some things to deal with now."

Tatum didn't want to give Anderson any face at all, so he went straight into the stadium where Zong Yan saw the "acquaintance" before, and there were still two empty courts in the stadium.

However, Tatum still maintained his "gentlemanly" demeanor and said kindly: "Come on, Asian brat, let's have a fight and I will forgive you!"

Anderson was about to say something, but Zongyan interrupted him directly.

"Okay! Come!"

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