Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

"This kid!"

When Watanabe saw Akutsu's appearance, a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

not far away.

A group of young people wearing the stars and stripes strolled on the beach, and a young man with an orange curled his lips and said, "I said Ralph, do you have to wear such formal clothes when you go to the beach?"

"this is necessary."

The blond young man smiled slightly: "As a team member of the great America, we must show our pride and responsibility wherever we go."

Swish!

His voice fell.

The players around them held their heads high and their faces were full of pride.

America.

The only superpower in the world today, although tennis has not been able to dominate, but they must have a sense of responsibility to make it a mission.

"Is it great?"

The young man, that is, Long Ya pouted: "Maybe..."

He has no sense of belonging, and as for the great mission, 307 has no consciousness to complete it.Joining the U.S. team, I just want to compete with the masters of other countries. After all, there is no better gathering of so many masters than the World Championship.

"Yong, Yong Shirou..."

In the crowd, a young man with long blond hair lowered his voice and said, "The US team is really serious!"

This person is none other than Rin Hirakoba in Higa, Okinawa.And he actually appeared in the team of the US team, but he was wearing a substitute clothes.

"Of course."

The young man with glasses and a gloomy face next to him sneered: "The U.S. team is the fifth super team in the world today. Without a strong sense of pride and honor, how can we achieve today's status? I thought about it, after returning home To transform Higa into this."

The young man is the Minister of Higa Middle, the top four in the country, Yong Shiro Kite.

And what he was wearing was the uniform of the U.S. team.He defected to Reinhardt when he was in Okinawa, and was later recruited. With his talent and hard work, he gained a firm foothold in the team.

"Wait, Shiraishi Kuranosuke..."

Mushou squinted his eyes, and a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes: "I will make you feel the feeling of falling into hell!"

Chapter [-] Goodbye to the Enemy

in the restaurant.

The U.S. team members, eating Western steak.

"Hey, Nagashiro..."

Looking at the bloody beef, Ping Guchang swallowed and said, "I can't eat this thing no matter how I look at it."

"Ah."

Mushou nodded calmly.

He will take the initiative to accept many things about the US team, telling himself in his heart that this is a powerful baptism.Only food, he couldn't swallow this bloody food.

"Yoshiro."

Pingguchang whispered: "When I came, I saw a pork chop rice shop nearby. The boss seems to be Japanese, should I get some?"

"Ah."

The wooden hand nodded lightly.

At the same time, he lowered his voice and said, "Be careful, don't let others find out."

He is working hard to become a player of the US team, so he doesn't want his eating habits to be seen.This team looks like a hundred rivers and rivers, and it is extremely inclusive.

But Mushou knew that white-centered junior high school students were very repulsive to people of color.It's just that under the prohibition of Captain Reinhardt, he didn't dare to show it.

The so-called blocking is worse than sparse, Mushou is very clear that when the contradictions accumulate to a certain point, they will erupt.And he definitely didn't want to be that victim himself.

Therefore, he has to be careful to integrate into the white group.

the other side.

The national team, the Spanish team, the Swiss team and other big4 dominant teams have appeared one after another.

Although both are tourism, as the center of this World Cup, the proportion of fans among beach tourists is very large.Therefore, Polk, Amadeus and others were quickly recognized, and the interviews of various media have never been cut off.

"I'm really envious."

Maori said with emotion: "If I can get interviews with so many beautiful women, I will be satisfied in this life."

The reporters who interviewed were all dressed in two-point and one-line clothes, with hot bodies and good looks.It is indeed a blessing to be surrounded by such a group of people.

"Missing a woman?"

Mifune glanced at him coldly and said, "Then come on, it's your turn, Mori Hisaburo!"

"Ah! Huh?"

Mauri's face changed suddenly.