I'm in NetKing, and I have a tennis mini-game

Chapter 318 Singles 3, the player wearing the badge backwards
Mumbai, India.

The largest city in South Asia and the most economically prosperous region in India. At the same time, it is also the city with the fastest and best development of tennis in South Asia.

This evening.

In the coaching office of the tennis area at the National Youth Sports Center on the outskirts of Mumbai.

A middle-aged man with gray hair, a bloated figure, and a rich face was sitting on the sofa and taking a nap with his eyes closed.

Crunch!

At this time, the door to the room opened and two young men walked in. The person in front of him has black hair and brown eyes, a tall figure and a straight nose. He is Tarun Sharma, the captain of India U17.

The person behind him is of medium build, his eyes under his brown hair have a hint of aqua blue luster, and he wears a pair of round-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He has a good temperament. It is the consultant of India U17, a player named Kiran Rajput.

"teacher."

After entering the door, Sharma and Rajput walked up to the man and asked respectfully: "Excuse me, why did you come to us?"

Sharma narrowed his eyes: "With Byodoin's absence, are those guys still so brave? Shuji Taneshima would not do such a thing, and neither can Ochi Gekko! So..."

"You are here."

"I think"

He turned his head and looked at the name of the player marked on the screen, and said in surprise: "Wait a minute. Why isn't his age written down?"

Having said this, he looked up at the brown-haired young man next to him: "Who is their leader this time?"

"I don't know."

Head coach Wyas smiled and shook his head: "But in the middle two games, the Japanese team took the initiative to abstain from the game when they had an absolute advantage."

Sharma is also one of the few players who has escaped unscathed from Byodoin.

Sharma's expression changed.

Wyas nodded and said: "This is why I called you here. Based on the rankings in the last month of the season. We have been able to advance to the Melbourne U17 World Cup ahead of schedule. So, I want to hear your opinions."

Kieran continued: "The strength of the Japanese team is second only to the Chinese team in East Asia. Its main player Byodoin Phoenix is ​​very strong, but if I remember correctly, their main player did not play this time, right?"

Sharma was surprised.

At his level, it is clear that as the captains of the same team, although they are different in strength and weakness, as long as they are not players at the level of Big 4, there will be no such terrible gap.

"Oh?"

It can be seen that he knows the situation of the Japanese team quite well. But this is normal, because a long time ago, he had played against Byodoin, the leader of the Japanese team, and learned how powerful the opponent was.

"This"

Wyas continued: "In this duel, should we use all our main forces, or should we temporarily avoid a head-on confrontation with them?"

After the two sat down, a rich man, the 17-year-old Arvid Vyas, the head coach of India's U54, turned on the screen hanging not far away.

"Yes."

"Is it so stalemate?"

As a player, they naturally want to go all out against their opponents on the court. But they are also disciples of head coach Vyas and are the chief generals and advisers of the Indian team.

At this time, the rich man with gray hair opened his eyes, nodded to the two of them and said, "Sit down."

Wyas nodded.

The two couldn't help but hesitate.

At the mention of Byodoin Phoenix, the hook-nosed Sharma's eyes lit up. He was surprised: "That person didn't appear? So what was the result of this competition?"

At this point, he paused. Kieran, who was next to him, pushed up his glasses and said solemnly: "It's like it appeared out of thin air!"

Kieran saw his friend's hesitant attitude and immediately spoke. On the grounds of ensuring the overall strength of the team, he only sent players from the second team.

The two looked up.

Kieran shook his head and said: "Although no more detailed information has been revealed, the opponent's strength is definitely not at the elite level in the general sense. South Korea's Lee Seung-bo lost both sets and didn't score a single point!"

"Abstain?"

"Shin Ishikawa?"

This status allows them to take the perspective of the team as a whole when considering this issue.

"He's a newcomer."

Vias shook his head and said: "According to the information currently available, the new head coach of the Japanese team has no records of other games except the Korea-Japan U17 exchange match he participated in this time. It seems like..."

Swish!
As soon as these words came out.

He knows the overall strength of these two teams. If they really fight, it is already very rare for the Korean team to win one victory. How can they win two games this time?
"Just look at the results."

Kieran replied: "The Japanese team won three games and lost two, and finally won the game."

"Yes."

then.

Simultaneously.

A tennis court appeared on the screen, and two teams inside the court saluted each other. When he saw clearly the jackets worn by the players of the two teams, Kieran pushed up his glasses: "Is this the match between the Japanese team and the Korean team that took place last week?"

"Go all out!"

At this time, Sharma said in a deep voice: "We are graduating this year. If the leader of the Japanese team is a newcomer, it is necessary to test his true strength."

Done.

He looked firmly at the middle-aged man in front of him.

"very good."

Wyas nodded with satisfaction.

He called his two disciples to come here just to examine their thoughts and determination. It can be seen that Sharma, as the team's captain, is indeed more of a leader!
"Then it's decided."

When Wyas spoke, he hit the table hard with his right hand: "For tomorrow's game, I will arrange the strongest lineup to face the Japanese team!"

at the same time.

The players of the Japanese team, led by Ishikawa, flew from Sri Lanka to Mumbai.

After checking into the hotel, although Ishikawa did not impose any requirements, everyone was already very tired after running around for nearly ten days.

Especially the bottom ten players in the first army.

They played in the two friendly matches against Thailand and Sri Lanka. Although the opponent is slightly weaker, he is still a national team-level player.

Coupled with traveling back and forth by plane, it was a big test for several people's physical and mental strength.

therefore.

After staying at the hotel in Mumbai, everyone went to bed early. Early the next morning, we took a bus to the tennis court at the National Youth Stadium.

"Ooooooooo!!!"

The game hasn't started yet.

The entire arena was already very lively.

Although this time the Indian team did not carry out as much publicity and momentum as the Korean team did. But as the only country in the world with a population of over 10 billion, there is no shortage of viewers.

This stadium is also newly built in Mumbai. In order to be able to host Masters level competitions in the future, it can accommodate nearly 1 spectators.

now.

Spectators from various high schools and universities in Mumbai, as well as international students and passers-by who were interested in tennis, all sat in their seats, and the attendance rate was close to 80%.

"Now, the exchange match between the Indian U17 Tennis Team and the Japanese U17 Tennis Team will begin."

"Invite both players to enter!"

The broadcast ends.

The lights at the scene immediately hit the teams entering the stadium on the east and west sides. For the local team, the audience did not hesitate to praise and cheer.

When it came to the Japanese team, except for the cheers of a few international students, the atmosphere was quite deserted.

"Is this the advantage of home and away?"

Walking out of the tunnel, Yuan Zheye glanced at the crowds of spectators around him and couldn't help but sigh: "Compared to the competition in South Korea, it's not at the same level at all!" "Yeah."

Maori nodded and subconsciously blurted out: "It's like the 200-member support team of Hyokui during the junior high school league. Uh!"

But mid-sentence, he seemed to think of something and his tone stopped abruptly.

"what happened?"

Hara Tetsu also looked at him in surprise: "Go on, I've heard of Hyotei Academy in Tokyo. The lineup of the support team is quite exaggerated. Why, so what if Ishikawa is from Hyotei? That's a matter for the junior high school tennis club. what is the relationship."

"nothing."

Mao Li shook his head, but sighed in his heart.

Raising his head, he looked in front of him, at the young man with a calm pace and a straight back: "I thought I could catch up with him, but now it seems that I was too naive."

Perhaps it was because of the two days of competition and traveling that his condition declined a bit and his mental state was also somewhat abnormal.

And the other side.

The direction of the Indian team.

The eyes of all the players were locked on Ishikawa. After all, the opponent is the leader of the Japanese team this time. The last time they faced off against the Korean team, they showed extraordinary tennis skills and are their biggest threat in this competition.

but.

After seeing Ishikawa's appearance, many people secretly raised their eyebrows.

Kiran Rajput, the staff officer who was in second place, sighed softly: "The leader of the Japanese team is younger than the one on TV!"

"Ah."

Tarun Sharma nodded: "He and Byodoin have two different styles. Although I don't know why, the head coach of the Japanese team arranged for him to replace Byodoin, but his strength is definitely above Ochi!"

"Ozhi Moonlight?"

When Jilan heard this, his eyes fell on the young man who was as tall as an iron tower. Deep in his eyes, there was a glimmer of danger.

"This time, the winner must be me!"

After a while.

Both parties entering the venue performed a simple ceremony in front of the net and then exited the court.

Subsequently.

The radio sounded again.

"Now, the singles 3 match is about to begin."

"Indian team representative Atla Loha (high 2), against Japan team representative Omagari Ryuji (high 3)."

"Please prepare both players."

The words fell.

The eyes of the audience fell on the two teams' camps on both sides of the court.

Team India side.

A dark-skinned, medium-build, black-haired young man walked out. This person's face was expressionless, and his whole person seemed to have an indescribable sense of distance.

"It's so dark!"

Seeing this person, Hakamada Izo couldn't help but complain: "Are you sure this is a player from the Indian team, not a representative from the African region?"

"You're wrong about that."

At this time, Mitsuya, a staff officer, explained: "Due to historical reasons, India is mainly divided into two types of people. One is the Aryans who are the ruling class in the north, and the other is the enslaved Dalits."

"According to the rules of the Varna hierarchy, people in India are generally divided into four classes, Brahmans who represent the spokespersons of the gods, Kshatriyas who represent the ruling class, Vaishyas who represent the production class, and finally the untouchables. Sudra.”

"Lohar, which means blacksmith, belongs to the lower caste in India and is the lowest class."

"The lowest class?"

Everyone frowned subconsciously.

The feeling that India gives them is really a bit confusing. Most of the people represented by the first army have never played against the Indian team.

Everyone present.

That is, the four of them, Ochi, Kaji, Daqu, and Kimijima, met this team once more than a year ago when they participated in the expedition with Byodoin.

In a blink of an eye.

It is almost the end of the second World Cup season, and the Indian team's players have also changed.

For example, they had never seen the dark-skinned young man in front of them before.

"Atra Loha."

After a pause, Mitsuya introduced: "He is 16 years old and is the No. 3 player on the Indian team. Information shows that his parents died in a car accident when he was a teenager. In order to support his young sister, he worked in a black brick factory at the age of 10."

"Later, he was discovered by Arvid Vyas, the head coach of the Indian team, and was brought into the Indian U17."

"Atra Loha came into contact with tennis at the age of 12 and has extraordinary talent. After years of hard work, he defeated powerful opponents who had gone through elite training and became the third best player in the Indian team. His strength is extraordinary!"

"Well."

After hearing Mitsuya's introduction, everyone couldn't help but take a second look at the expressionless young man.

But when they looked again, they suddenly felt that there was an indescribable sense of oppression coming from the other party.

"Brother, come on!!!"

at the same time.

A girl's voice rang out from the first row outside the stadium. When everyone looked around, they saw a girl with a wheat complexion wearing light-colored short sleeves, her hands made into the shape of a loudspeaker, and she shouted hard.

And after hearing this voice, the mood of the young man who was as black as coal on the court changed slightly, and he showed a faint smile.

"forgive me."

At this time.

In the direction of the Japanese team, a bearded young man wearing a wool hat rubbed his head with a headache: "Players with this kind of emotional bond are the most difficult to deal with."

That being said.

However, Daqu still stepped into the court. His seemingly sloppy back gave people an invisible sense of security.

"strangeness."

But Yuan Zheya seemed to have discovered something, and he was a little surprised and said: "Did I see it wrong? Why is the badge on senior Daqu's hat upside down?"

"badge?"

Mao Li frowned slightly and looked intently at the big bent head that turned around on the court.

really.

The badge on the opponent's head clearly read "No. 9", which was exactly the same as the number on Maori's collar.

"Senior Daqu."

Mao Li raised his eyebrows slightly.

He had a hunch that this senior, who usually had a loose and careless image, was definitely not as simple as he seemed on the outside.

And this time.

The taciturn two sides, under the auspices of the referee, finished guessing sides and each retreated to the bottom line.

"The game will be a best-of-three-set format!"

On the high chair, after confirming the status of both sides, the referee said solemnly: "In the first set, the representative of the Japanese team, Daqu, serves, and the game is over!"

The words fell.

The huge stadium fell silent instantly.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Daqu.

(End of this chapter)