Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

"Yes!"

Hearing this, a group of young people in black T-shirts were digging harder, among them, the young man with orange hair whispered: "I said Yuan Zhe, I thought you were relieved when you were called down the mountain by that black coach, who? I know I'll be back."

"Who knows."

A long-faced young man next to him shrugged. He didn't want to speculate on the thoughts of those neurotic coaches.However, when he thought of what the other party asked him to write, a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

"Shiroi, maybe, we can meet soon!"

The next morning.

Shiraishi bid farewell to his family and boarded the Shinkansen to Tokyo.

Chapter [-] World Influence

Tokyo train station.

At the exit of the station, a shadowy figure attracted the attention of passersby.

The pink short-sleeved top is short but just right, the slender waistline is perfectly outlined, and the navy blue denim skirt just drowns the big legs, attracting the attention of countless men.

At this moment, a bit of anticipation and excitement flashed across that delicate and perfect face.

At this time, the Shinkansen train from Osaka to Tokyo arrived at the station. After a short while, accompanied by the flow of many passengers, a young Ting with a tennis bag on his back and a suitcase came into the girl's eyes.

"Kang nosuke!"

Immediately, the girl stepped forward excitedly.Shiraishi, who was walking, was stunned for a moment, and immediately said in surprise: "I was just joking, I didn't expect you to really come to pick me up!"

His surprise made the curvature of the corner of the girl's mouth a little higher.Immediately, under the leadership of Nanako, Shiraishi went to the temple under the jurisdiction of Nanjiro.

For many days to come, until the end of the trials, he will live here.

And just when they drove to Nanjiro's house, on the other side of the distant ocean, on the other side of the world, the news about Reinhardt completely detonated the world.

Germany.

Berlin State Arena.

Here, sports talents from all over Germany are brought together, and the most striking is the tennis sports center.

Here, it is called the center of German tennis.In the eyes of tennis players from other countries, it is more like the place where the big boss of the devil of hell lives in movies and TV.

boom!

boom!

Entering the center of the tennis court, you will be greeted by countless players practicing for matches.They wore the iconic black coats of Germany, each with a solemn expression on their faces, and performed high-intensity duels again and again in the best state.

"Boss, have you heard?"

In the corner, a tall, blond-haired young man said, "Reinhardt of the United States was injured by a junior high school student in Okinawa in the Far East."

"Ah."

Hearing this, the thin-faced bald-headed youth beside him nodded and said, "I heard what Coach Fisher said during dinner just now."

"Tsk tsk, what a surprise."

The blond young man smacked his lips and said, "The guy who likes to hide his strength the most and pursue perfection in his work, will actually suffer from deflation. However, that Japanese junior high school student is worth watching."

"Observe what?"

The bald man shook his head, his eyes fell on the dozens of young people who were fighting, and he said solemnly: "Although there is news above that junior high school students will be invited to participate, you should know that it is definitely not a battlefield that they can involve. Occasionally there is an exception, and it cannot affect the result of the game."

"It's really like your style."

The blond man shook his head and sighed, but he agreed in his heart.Not to mention whether Japan has the ability to advance to the war with Germany, even if there is, just a junior high school student will not be able to change the result of the game.

After all, Worlds is a team game.

Of course, this is also the self-confidence of Germany as a world hegemon.Even if the second Swiss was born with such a genius, they can take it lightly.

at the same time.

Switzerland.

The sports center of the capital Bern.

Whoops!

Unlike Germany, which is undergoing rigorous tactical training, at the Swiss Tennis Center at the moment, the players are practicing swinging, and many are strengthening their arms.

This is a world-class team known for their skill.

"Have you heard, Amadis?"

At this time, a tall, bearded young man walked to the side of the court.Looking at the curly-haired youth wearing a cloth cap with his eyes closed, he said, "That guy Reinhardt suffered in Okinawa in the Far East."

The curly-haired youth clasped his hands in front of him and said calmly, "So what?"

"Cut, you really haven't changed at all."

The bearded young man shook his head and said, "It's cold like a block of ice, I don't know, I thought you were born a cold-blooded animal."

"Albert, don't you know..."

The curly-haired youth, the super genius of the Swiss national team, made a cold arc at the corner of Amadis' mouth and said, "My tennis is always dark!"