Legendary tennis, starting from signing up to talent

Two days later.

Liberty State, Florida.

Sandebook Tennis Center.

As the area with the best tennis atmosphere in the United States, there are a total of 45 professional tennis courts.

It can be said that whether it is used for daily training or large-scale competition venues, it is a good choice.

And the venue for this year's Liberty State Youth Tennis Tournament is here.

At this moment.

A Porsche slowly stopped.

Clang~

A middle-aged white-haired man wearing a dark suit, wearing a monocle, squinting his eyes throughout the whole process, and a serious expression opened the car door.

Then Beichuan, wearing a sky blue short-sleeved sports shorts, light-colored sports shorts, and a white baseball cap, got out of the car.

"Master Beichuan."

"This is the 12th birthday gift prepared by the master for you, three rackets specially customized for you."

Just as Beichuan was about to walk into the stadium with his golf bag on his back, the butler Kamiya Jing took out a new golf bag from the trunk and said to Beichuan.

"Hmm?"

After the words fell, Beichuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and then turned his head to look.

"You also know that the master is essentially a bachelor with no relatives or friends."

"When he was in service, except for eating and sleeping, everything he did was about tennis."

"After retiring, he managed the tennis club while looking for a suitable successor."

"So, I am not very good at expressing emotions."

As if he could see what Beichuan was thinking, the butler Kamiya Kei explained with a smile.

At the same time, he handed the new golf bag to Beichuan with both hands.

"Tell the old man that I like the gift very much!"

He took the new golf bag, took out one of the rackets, swung it gently a few times, and after feeling the extremely perfect touch, Beichuan said sincerely.

"I wish the young master a prosperous golf career!"

Butler Kamiya Keiichi solemnly blessed.

"Hmm."

Waving his hand, Beichuan walked straight into the court under the other party's gaze.

Free Country Youth Tennis Tournament.

Held every spring, it is an elimination tournament, with one game to decide the winner.

The state tournament lasts for two weeks, and the main tournament lasts only one day.

The contestants are between 9 and 13 years old.

There are two types of places for the competition. The first is the preliminary rounds in each state of the Free Country to compete for the state champion, with a total of 50 places.

The second type is more special, with only 7 places, which is the recommendation privilege only for large tennis clubs in the Free Country.

At the same time, these 7 places do not need to go through the preliminary round.

And Kitagawa is one of these 7 places.

Originally, he did not want to participate in this backdoor way, but the preliminary round officially kicked off two days ago, and it was too late in time.

Fortunately, after retiring, Brand did not do what Nanjiro Echizen did, but used his connections, status and previous bonuses to gradually establish a super-large tennis club with branches all over the world-HERO Tennis Club.

Because of the headquarters, the branch in the Free Country has a recommended quota for the Youth Tennis Tournament every year.

It was not used in the past, but it is useful now.

Let's not talk about this for now.

After Kitagawa came to the player sign-in area set up inside the Sandebuk Tennis Center.

The contestants and spectators waiting for the main competition here instantly focused their attention on him.

"Is that... Ryoma Echizen?"

"How is it possible! Ryoma Echizen is not that tall."

"A new face? Asian? If he is not among the state champions, he should be a recommended player."

"Bah! Recommended players, isn't it just a backdoor? Wearing the same baseball cap, you really think he is Ryoma Echizen who won three consecutive championships."

"You are talking nonsense? That's the son of the samurai Echizen Nanjiro!"

"..."

In an instant, all kinds of bad words rang out one after another.

Until the end, these people simply ignored Kitagawa and started to talk about the popular seed player Echizen Ryoma.

"This is the player number plate, please keep it."

"When you are waiting to go on stage, the in-field broadcast will notify you in advance."

The staff at the sign-in said expressionlessly.

[No. 13. ]

[It's really a 'lucky' number. ]

After taking the number plate, Kitagawa couldn't help but think.

As for what those people said, he didn't want to pay attention to it.

Well, dogs bark at people, but people can't bark at dogs.

"Yo, yo, yo!"

"You Asian kid who got in through the back door, you are playing with fire."

"Wearing Echizen's hat, you think you can be invincible? What a joke!""I advise you to stop as soon as possible, or you will be beaten into a pig head."

"Echizen Ryoma, he is no exception, I will make him taste the bitterness!"

"So listen, don't be stupid, I am the boss on this tennis stage."

"When I flow, I shine, your pride, you should let go!"

Just at this time.

A 13-year-old black player with dreadlocks blocked Beichuan's way and shouted in a rapper's way.

[Little black? ]

[So dark...]

Looking up and glancing at him, Beichuan complained in his heart.

Then he ignored the other party and walked towards the waiting area.

"FUCK!!!"

And this behavior directly made the little black man with the current free country version T0 buff angry.

Under the curse.

This guy took out a tennis ball from his pocket and threw it directly, and at the same time swung the racket in his hand.

Bang!

Accompanied by a crisp collision sound.

The tennis ball was like a yellow-green stream of light, heading straight for the back of Beichuan's head.

"Tsk..."

"What a deep-rooted meanness!"

Beichuan's childish voice slowly emerged.

When the black player looked again.

Instead of seeing Beichuan being hit by the tennis ball, he saw a tennis ball coming in front of him.

"What?!"

It was almost in a flash.

The little black guy's instinct for survival made him subconsciously dodge to the left.

Then, the tennis ball shot out directly past the black player's right ear.

With a swish, a bright red splashed.

The severe pain made him sweat.

Looking at Beichuan's back, a hint of fear instantly rose in his pupils, and his crotch was also wet.

Because if he hadn't dodged just now, he would have been shot in the head on the spot.

Just as everyone around him focused their attention.

Snap!

There was a muffled sound behind him.

He turned his head subconsciously.

He saw a boy wearing a black short-sleeved shirt and a white baseball cap with a big red R on it, catching the tennis ball with his left hand.

"What a clown!" Echizen Ryoma glanced at the little black guy and then turned his eyes to Kitagawa who was leaving.

"There is an interesting guy in this year's Free Country Youth Tennis Tournament..."

After saying that.

Echizen Ryoma also walked straight to the draw area.