Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

Shiraishi sat down, tied his dinner scarf, picked up a knife and fork, and was about to eat.

"Ok?"

But when he lowered his head and sniffed the smell, his expression changed slightly.

"This taste...not right!"

He stood up abruptly, without bothering to organize his clothes, he ran directly to the other team members' rooms and slammed the door, preventing them from getting the meal they were going to eat.

However, there were still three people who ate some food, namely Maori, Yuan Tetsu and Hakada.

In Shiraishi's room.

A group of [-] people looked solemn, Jiazhi stared at the steak on the table, frowned: "Leader, what are you saying is true? Is this steak really drugged?"

"Yes."

Shiraishi picked up the steak, nodded and said, "This is a powerful laxative, and eating a little can make you have diarrhea all day."

hiss!

Hearing this, someone couldn't help but take a deep breath.

If that's the case, then it's just a collapse. Don't mention tomorrow's game, I'm afraid it will be difficult to even play.

"No, not really?"

Yuan Zhe stared at the steak that was cooked to medium cooked and full of fragrance, and said incredulously: "Baishi, is there really medicine in this thing?"

"That's right!"

Next to him, Hakada frowned and said, "If that's the case, why am I fine?"

"wrong!"

Next to him, Sanjingu frowned and said, "Your face...why are you so red?"

"No, no?"

Hakada looked blank, but when he looked in the mirror, he saw his face that looked like a monkey's ass.

"What, what's the situation?"

"It's a stimulant."

Shiraishi said solemnly: "A stimulant that is harmless to the human body, but will remain in the players' bodies within a week."

"But how come Yuanzhe and I are okay?"

Maori frowned and said, "So far, we don't seem to have any abnormality, right?"

"Let me see."

Bai Shi picked up the plates of the two of them, and after a few sniffs, he said solemnly, "Your meals are normal, and there is no medicine."

"Shiroishi!"

Seeing this, Yuan Zhe was surprised: "Why is your nose so sensitive?"

"It's nothing."

Shiraishi shook his head. The reason why he could distinguish the taste was due to his constant development of new beverages when he was in Sitianbao Temple.

At that time, I had tried laxatives and stimulants.

Of course, the other people in Sitianbao Temple didn't know this, and Baishi naturally wouldn't take the initiative to say it.

Chapter [-] The Game Begins

"It looks like this was a premeditated move."

At this time, Mitsugu said solemnly: "I used laxatives, stimulants, and the medicines were given in different meals. In this way, even if we complained, they could find an excuse to prevaricate it. The outside world might even think it was We are emotional, and public opinion will not be on our side.”

After all, diarrhea is an uncontrollable factor.

It would be too far-fetched to say that the Korean team did something wrong, and it even gave people a feeling that they couldn't afford to lose.

As for stimulants, this is even more troublesome.

If the players take stimulants, the public opinion will not be on the side of the Japanese team at all. If South Korea pretends to be wronged again, it will even trigger a collective attack on the Japanese team.

More importantly, not all of the Japanese players had symptoms of 'discomfort'.As a result, the Japanese team is even more unreasonable.

"Well!"

Shiraishi frowned deeply.

This is his first time to go abroad to play, and he is also the team leader.If this accident happened, he would be to blame.

For the first time, Shiraishi felt a heavy sense of pressure.

Not from the game of tennis, but from off the field.

"Sure enough, that sentence is true... Tennis wins and losses are not only on the inside of the court."

Thinking of this, his face froze, and he said solemnly: "If that's the case, let's order takeout first, Mitsugu senior, please help me order takeout for [-] people online."

"Ok, no problem."