Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

Mitsugu nodded, and the haze on everyone's faces dissipated a lot.

"Minasang!"

Shiraishi looked at the crowd and said solemnly: "The other party used despicable methods to delusionally make us mess up before the game. But they obviously made a mistake and exposed their own situation."

Speaking of this, he raised a finger and said, "Those guys, you're scared!"

"They know that a head-to-head confrontation is definitely not our opponent. Therefore, they can only use underhand tricks and tricks. But the more this is the case, the more we have to step on this group of junk in tomorrow's game!"

"That's right!"

Jiazhi said with a cold face: "Stomach those chops to death!"

"That's right!"

"That's right!"

"That's right!"

Everyone spoke in unison, causing the atmosphere in the entire room to suddenly become boiling.

"not bad."

In the crowd, Watanabe glanced at Shiraishi lightly: "At least he knows how to use everyone's anger to create the atmosphere before the game. Reluctantly... It's a pass."

In fact, the trial of the Byodoin was not over.

After all, the duty of a team leader is not just about being strong.Understand people's hearts and use people's hearts to make them the strongest force to defeat all opponents.

Byodoin, obviously, is well aware of this.

And Watanabe, as his microphone, has been watching Shiraishi all the way.

On the plane, not afraid of the power of the captain of the South Korean team.

Now, keenly discovered that the food was wrong, and then used the anger of the team members to create an opportunity to win with one blow.

At least, it's passable.

On the other hand, the Korean team.

In the lounge, the orange-haired youth, Li Zhilong of NO.2, closed his eyes and rested.

Crunch!

At this moment, the door opened, and Jiang Zhiji's figure appeared.

"How is it done?"

Li Zhilong opened his eyes, and in an instant, a stream of black and white colors flashed, making Jiang Zhiji more stressed.

"Ah."

He nodded and said: "I put a little in different meals, and the Duke's has more in it."

"what?"

Hearing this, Li Zhilong's expression changed.

He stared coldly at the person in front of him, and said solemnly, "Are you an idiot? Didn't I tell you, does that person's meals need normal amounts?"

Watanabe is a world-class player.

For this kind of secret contest, there must be some precautions.Jiang Zhiji's behavior is tantamount to superfluous, exposing the problem of food.

"But, but I'm not... worried that he is too, too strong?"

Jiang Zhiji lowered his head, his face full of bitterness.

"Hmph, I can't handle this little thing."

Li Zhilong's face sank, and he waved his hand: "Get out!"

"I-I know..."

Lowering his head in panic, the conspirator of the South Korean team turned around and left the lounge.

Swish!

And the moment he walked out of the room, a gloom flashed on his face: "Okay, since you treat me like this, don't blame me..."

That day, after the Japanese team had a simple meal at noon, the head chef of the Seoul Sports Center appeared in front of everyone.

But after Shiraishi and the others brought out the food with the medicine, the other party walked away with a gloomy expression.

After that day, thirteen people were called in the back kitchen.

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Evening meals are back to normal.

At the same time, Tanjo Island, which came to Seoul by boat, also met with everyone at [-] o'clock in the afternoon.

Silent all night.

The next day.

In the early morning, when the first rays of sunshine entered Shiraishi's room, it was already empty.