Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

Hearing this, Petronovich's body trembled violently.

Chapter [-] Causes and Consequences

"I……"

He was stunned for two seconds, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He didn't know where Mifune saw through him.Obviously, he has already disguised himself well enough, and the person he phantom is obviously not called Shanmu.

Swish!

His body changed and became the same as before.

"A fraudster?"

Mifune grinned, revealing a row of yellow teeth: "Boy, you are the stupidest fraudster I have ever seen."

puff!

Petronovich took the risk of spraying blood first, can he still play well, he thinks he has done it perfectly.Even in the world, those so-called acting professional players are no better than him.

"Let's go!"

Mifune said, the thick and dark arm with a faint layer of thick black hair slammed.

"hiss!"

Suddenly, Petronovich grimaced in pain.It was as if his arm was clamped by an iron clamp, unable to move.

"Tell me, how did you get in?"

As they walked, Mifune's eyes swept over each other quietly, and the corners of his mouth raised a slight arc.

"Well……"

Being watched by this man, Petronovich only felt that his secrets seemed to be exposed.He had the idea of ​​breaking free, but this man's strength was amazing.

After thinking about it, he said, "We are actually on the same flight as you, but after we got here, we went out early..."

It turned out that he and Kuzonev, who was injured by the Byodoin, were going to give up the game and catch up with the Japanese team that returned to Japan.Even, a plan was made to cause trouble in the dormitory.

After the plane landed, they found a taxi, lied to the other party that they were members of the joint training team, and got separated from the team.And when the car drove here, the driver was knocked unconscious when he was not paying attention.

Afterwards, they hid in the car and sneaked in after the last [-] members of the First Army got out of the car.

After that, they attacked Noda.

"You have the guts!"

Listening to the other party's words, Mifune smiled and said: "However, I didn't expect you to give up the honor of the country and come to Japan, tsk tsk..."

As he spoke, he shook his head with emotion, the contempt he showed from the bottom of his heart was undisguised.

National honor.

This is something that every country's U-17 players have to bear. From the moment they set foot on the world stage, their tennis is not only their own.

The national flag in front of each person represents the common will of thousands of compatriots standing behind them.

Mifune did not expect that, as the Russian team with the strongest sense of national honor, someone would defect.

Yes, this behavior is tantamount to defecting!

Speaking of this, Mifune sneered: "You have to do it, the old drunkard Vakarov, maybe he will always hide in the place where birds don't shit in Siberia."

"No!"

Petronovich suddenly raised his head as if he had been stimulated in some way. He looked at Mifune without fear, and said solemnly, "This is our personal behavior, and it has nothing to do with the head coach."

Vakarov, a legendary figure in the Russian national team.

At least [-] percent of Russia's active and retired professional players are his protégés.

"It's ok?"

Unexpectedly, Mifune's face changed, and his voice suddenly became heavy: "That is the honor of Russia, and the pride of your country. The students who I taught myself escaped from the battle, do you think that old guy would not care?"

"Well……"

Hearing this, Petronovich lowered his head like a defeated rooster.

However, he still insisted: "This has nothing to do with the old coach, it is our own initiative."

"Hey!"

Mifune grinned and said in a low voice: "It might not have mattered before, but now, as the head coach of Russia, he must take this responsibility."

"No!"

Hearing this, Petronovich said solemnly: "The old coach has retired forever."

"Just the news."

Mifune smiled and said, "Because of you and the big man's absence, the Russian team was bloodbathed by the Swiss team, your head coach Jankovsky was removed, and the old guy came out again."

"what!"

Hearing this, Petronovich was really surprised.