Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

In other words, in today's world, two out of every seven people are tennis fans.

"Hey, you're still professional!"

At this moment, Mitsugu's voice sounded behind Shiraishi.He nodded and said with a smile: "This is the base camp of the Korean team, and there are many talented players in it. Naturally, the eyes of those scouts will not let go here."

Unlike the Japanese u-17, the base camp of the South Korean u-17 is actually semi-open.At least, in addition to the training status of the core team members, anyone who can enter here can see the training status of other team members.

This is called the commercialization of tennis.

Of course, in the eyes of the Japanese team's Mifune entering the road, this is a crooked road, a completely evil road.

In his view, commercialization is the main culprit for the decline of the Korean team.Therefore, when he was in the Japanese team, he strongly opposed the commercialization of tennis.

Profession!

Mifune believes that only the path of professional tennis players in Europe and the United States is the right path for the future of Japanese tennis.

Of course, apart from Echizen Nanjiro, his theory has no second instance to support it.However, Mifune's character is not the kind that needs recognition from others.

So, at least until he steps down as U-17 head coach, it is impossible to commercialize tennis.

"The way of the head coach is right."

Mitsugu said with emotion: "If this is all done, not to mention the leak of information, normal training, and even competition, the state of the players will probably be greatly affected."

"Ah."

Shiraishi nodded, thoughtfully.

He found that the higher he stood, the wider the tennis world he saw, and the smaller he was now.

Tennis in this world is far more complicated than he imagined...

"Ok?"

Suddenly, his eyes picked up and he saw a tingling figure.It was a man in white sportswear, with black hair, his eyes shone with deep light, constantly observing the state of the players around him.

"That person is..."

"It turned out to be him?"

Following Shiraishi's gaze, Mitsugu caught a glimpse of fear when he caught the white figure.

"This person is the chief think tank of the Chinese team...Wen Rujian!"

Chapter [-] The Eyes of Every Country

"Wen Ru... a sword?"

Shiraishi frowned.

The name has a rather refined taste.It is more like a gentleman who has mastered the six arts in ancient China, holding a three-foot green front, and he is full of aura.

Of course, this is just his conjecture.

At least at first glance, he had only one impression of the other party... vague.

Thoughts flashed between the electric light and flint, Shiraishi turned his head, looked at Mitsugu next to him, and said, "Senior, do you know this person?"

"Well, I heard a little."

Mitsugu nodded, what he said was very common, without the slightest emotion.But Shiraishi saw a bit of fear in his fleeting eyes.

"This person, called Wen Rujian, is the No. 4 representative of China, a guy with an ancient literati temperament. But..."

Speaking of this, his complexion changed slightly, and he said solemnly: "This person, the strongest is not his strength, but his eyesight."

eyesight?

Bai Shi frowned, a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes.Could it be that this person has some kind of talent that can see through the opponent's weakness in an instant?

If that's the case, isn't that the enhanced version of Akibu?

"His eyesight is terrifying."

As Mitsugu said, he seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes were deep. There were emotional fluctuations similar to fear flashing through.

"This person... can see the specific values ​​of the observed opponent, speed, strength, physical strength, spirit and skills in an instant, and can obtain detailed... parameters in an instant!"

what?

Hearing this, Rao was in Shiraishi's state of mind, and couldn't help but twitch his eyelids.

This is... too scary, isn't it?

Read the opponent's data in an instant, this is only seen in novels, the ability of data tennis players to dream!

Swish!

At this moment, Wen Rujian, a young man with black hair and black eyes in a white sports suit, looked over.

"Ok?"

His eyes fell on Mitsugu, and his brows suddenly wrinkled slightly.

"This feeling is... data shielding?"

A strange look flashed on his handsome face: "I didn't expect that I would be able to meet a player with data shielding ability here. Wait, this outfit is... the Japanese team?"