Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

In the car, the blue-haired Kaji said with emotion.Beside him, Ito looked out of the window with a livid face, a bit of unwillingness and weakness flashed in his eyes.

Also the u-17 rep.

Byodoin was only one rank higher than him, defeating the terrifying polar bear with just one goal.However, he was beaten by the opponent's lower-ranked Petronovic in two lore.

That kind of terrifying tennis, stronger than any player he had ever seen.Considering one of the best U-17s in his skills, he has never seen tennis so sharp, combining violent aesthetics and skill.  …

And that person is still a Russian player.

In comparison, how big the gap between him and Byodoin is.In the training base, he, Byodoin, and Suzuki were called the Big Three.

But he knew very well that it was just a suggestion from the good guys.

The gap between them is dimensional.

"Even if you win, so what?"

Hearing this, Suzuki shook his head and said, "With our overall strength, even if we made it to the final round, we would only be humiliated by those Westerners."

This is the truth, the overall strength of the Japanese national team, in the European and American tennis arena where the masters are like clouds, even if they get in, they are just a one-day tour.

Swish!

At this time, Suzuki turned his head to the side, looked at the bus that had disappeared from view, and sneered: "It's time for the team to change blood. This position is not for the weak who do nothing."

"Ah."

Hearing this, a young man with eyes behind him smiled and said, "If that's the case, I'll negotiate with me next time. The coaches and the others should agree."

"Why ask those second-rate coaches for their opinion."

At this time, Byodoin, who was sitting in the front row, said, "The identity of the representative of 3.3 is not given by them. Whoever wants it, just depends on strength. Not to mention..."

Speaking of this, he paused suddenly, and the corners of his mouth curled up a little: "They should have prepared breakfast for us."

Crunch!

At this time, the bus pulled into the parking lot.Byodoin glanced at the empty car next to it, and said with a smile: "It seems that these guys have already sent out."

"Let's go!"

With a big wave of his hand, he was the first to get out of the car and said with a sneer, "Let me see, what newcomers are there this time!"

Speaking of this, there was a glint in his eyes.In his mind, the stubborn face could not help but emerge.

"Tokugawa, are you ready to die?"

Chapter [-] Encounter

The iron gate of the tennis court, shaking gently.

On the court, two tall young men stared at their opponents with a sneer.

One of them said, "Your brothers are not too brave. Those high school seniors didn't dare to move. How dare you come out and die."

"Feel sorry."

But he saw a round-faced youth with earrings and brown hair saying, "I only know that tennis speaks by strength."

"Yes."

Next to him, the young man who was almost carved out of a mold with him smiled and said, "In doubles, no one is our opponent."

"Don't be ashamed!"

On the opposite side, a young man with black hair squinted and said with a sneer, "Brother Mutsu, since you are courting death, don't blame us."

Crunch!

Pushing open the iron door, an orange-haired youth with a gloomy complexion walked in.Looking at the stadium where the red maple leaves were scattered, he narrowed his eyes and said, "Mitsugu-kun, I didn't expect you to welcome me."

As he spoke, there was a hint of dread in his eyes.

"Long time no see, Kaga-senpai."

On the opposite side, a young man with flaxen hair and square glasses smiled.While speaking, his eyes swept across the other's body lightly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise a little higher.

"It seems that senior suffered a lot of injuries when he was playing outside."

"Well……"

Hearing this, the fear in the eyes of the orange-haired young man named Kaga became even stronger.

call!call!

Inside a certain stadium, there was a gust of wind whistling, rolling up the dust on the ground, and the young man's complexion changed slightly.

chi chi...

Indistinctly, the sound of tennis balls rubbing against the ground could be heard.

Whoosh!

At this time, a tennis ball shot out of the smoke for no reason.The speed was so fast that it flew in front of the yellow-haired youth in the blink of an eye.

Snapped!

However, the speed of his shot is also extremely fast.Hearing a light sound, the light blue racket stood in front of him, blocking the flying tennis ball.