Net King: Obtain Kise Ryota’s ability at the beginning

Blue sky.

A plane taking off from Tokyo International Airport was filled with people from the First Army and Mifune, Kurobe and others.

This time, the entire training camp of the French U-17 World Cup Open can be said to be the best of the best.

Mifune, Kurobe and others are looking forward to this French U-17 World Cup Open, and after waiting for so many years, they finally have the hope of turning things around.

That's the Byodoin generation.

The brilliance of the diamond generation.

"What a beautiful view!"

Irie looked at the clouds outside the window and smiled.

"It's a pity that no one can enjoy such a beautiful view, and now he is probably fishing on the deck!" Hahaha!

Kimuraji laughed secretly.

"This guy who planted the island is a lot of things."

Tono Atsushi took a sip with disdain.

He does not understand.

Are there still people who can't fly this year?

"Give me quiet! What nonsense is not a good rest in this!

Mifune opened his eyes and scolded.

This is about to arrive in France, and these imps are not good at what they are making a fuss about here.

"Uh..." The

cabin suddenly fell silent.

Mifune's prestige was still very high, and everyone immediately closed their eyes and recuperated.

Even if it is pretended, it must be shown to Mifune Irido.

Otherwise, it will be a spit poured into your face.

That's what happened.

The plane landed smoothly at the airport, and everyone who got off the plane stretched.

In this unfamiliar city, they are about to face their biggest challenge.

The hotel bus has been waiting at the airport for a long time, and the host method State Grid Association will naturally not lose the face of romantic France.

They prepared good accommodation for every competitor who came to participate.

With a few days to go before the official start of the competition, they have time to enjoy a city known as a city of romance, fashion, art, culture and more.

As the opening of the U-17 World Cup in France approaches, tennis fans from all over the world will also provide some help for the city's economic development.

"Nice environment!"

The environment of the hotel makes everyone very satisfied, in the end, it is rich and powerful.

All the teams arranged by the French Tennis Association are high-grade hotels, after all, they don't want to lose face.

"It's a pity that someone is still floating at sea now!"

Irie pursed his lips and smiled, which immediately made everyone laugh.

"Aa Aa "

At this time, above the vast sea.

Tanegashima was sitting on a splint bored, and this sudden sneeze made him tighten his collar.

"It's cold, let's go back to sleep!"

Tadashima sighed.

If there is no way, who will choose to float on the sea like this!

......

A few days after the arrival of Kimuraji and others.

Kurobe finally went to pick up Tanashima, and the drifting along the way could suffocate Tanashima.

He was not an idle man, and there was no one to play with him on the ship.

It's really uncomfortable.

"In other words, you've been on the boat for too long, haven't you?"

Ryūji Daiqu looked speechlessly at Shuji Tadashima, who was brought back by Kurobe.

"That said! The plane is obviously coming soon, if you need it, you can talk to me. I can send a private jet to pick you up.

Junjima Yudou said with a faint smile.

As a superstar, his earnings are clearly the highest in the team.

Private jets are nothing more than sprinkling.

"Please, I said I'm afraid of flying! Isn't a private jet an airplane?!

Tadashima said speechlessly.

"Wait for the drawing ceremony, Kimura, you come with me!"

At this time, the figures of Byodoin Temple and Mifune Irichi came from outside the gate of the hotel.

Mifune Irido has just received the notice that the draw ceremony for the French U-17 World Cup Open will be held later.

"Yes! Predecessor!

Kimuraji nodded.

Although I don't know why Byodo-in would bring him and not go to see the world, it is also good.

Formal attire was required to attend the lottery ceremony, and Mifune asked Kimishima to use his connections to arrange a suit and leather shoes for Byodoin and Kimuraji.

The Pingyuan in formal clothes made everyone stunned for a while, what a handsome young man.

Of course, Kimuraji is not bad.

It's just that his face still looks somewhat immature.

Kimura followed Byodoin to the place where the drawing ceremony was held.

There are already many people here who are "long guns and short cannons" of media people squatting down.

As a world-class event, the U-17 World Cup has naturally attracted the attention of many media people.

However, their focus will naturally not be on the bottom team like Japan.

Only the strong are shrouded in the spotlight, and this is the same everywhere.

"Boy, if you want to gain respect, you have to show your strength to show them. Do you understand that? "

Byodoin took Kimuraji all the way unimpeded, and no media people wanted to interview them at all.

After all, they are just a nobody.

"Yes! Predecessor!

Kimuraji sat next to Byodoin and nodded, he naturally knew this.

As time went by, there were more and more people in the guild hall.

In addition to the competitors, there were also sponsors of the French U-17 World Cup Open, and members of the media were also invited.

As soon as everyone was seated, the lights were immediately turned down, leaving only the rostrum shrouded in spotlights.

"Start holding it now!"

"The draw for this French U-17 World Cup Open!"

The host on the rostrum was full of passion, and the beautiful assistant beside him was also full of smiles.

The host then began to draw lots for a group of contestants, and each shouted team sent a person in the spotlight with their hands to decide their fate in the U-17 World Cup in France.

"The next one is... Team Japan! "

Soon it was the turn of Byodoin and Kimuraji.

"Good! Boy, you go up and draw lots!

Byodoin glanced down at Kimura Jido.

"Yes!"

Kimuraji nodded and stood up.

Suddenly, the eyes of the audience were focused, and there were some applause sporadically.

It's just that compared with the previous top-ranked teams, this applause is somewhat perfunctory.

The laughter and communication sounds around did not change Kimuraji's expression in the slightest.

He is now a ruthless robot.

"Please press this button."

The beautiful assistant next to the host motioned for Kimuraji to press the button on the drawing machine.

Kimuraji pressed lightly and rolled a small ball out of the machine.

"Number seven!"

The number on the ball is 7.