Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

The rest are mostly rookies.At present, they only have experience in Switzerland and South Korea. For India, they have no concept at all.

"It is said that……"

Mitsugu narrowed his eyes, looked at the strange team wearing white turbans in the distance, and said solemnly, "These Hindus have very special telepathic abilities."

"What's this."

Next to him, the man Ida waved his hands, his muscles were strong, and he stood up straight, like a steel god of war, and cast a disdainful look at those who were dressed in strange clothes: "It's all a deceitful trick, Only in this kind of place will there be people who believe in ghosts and gods, even if they don’t want their own lives.”

After he finished speaking, he also got into the car with companion force.

"Let's go."

Shiraishi in the crowd waved. He shook his head and said, "Let's go to the hotel for a rest first. Tomorrow's game is the main event. If you don't perform well, you may not be eligible for the competition."

It's not him who arranged the appearance this time.

And no one in the audience could guess Sanchuan's mind.At the moment, everyone nodded and got into the car.

"Forehead?"

Shiraishi, who was walking at the end of the line, was about to lift his foot to get into the car, but his eyes caught a shadow.He had a feeling that he seemed to have seen this figure somewhere.

"Dazzled...?"

He narrowed his eyes, but his raised feet fell naturally.As if he didn't notice anything, he got into the car.

"This guy……"

And after Shiraishi left, a roe-headed guy appeared in the corner. It was none other than the No.5 of the Indian national team, Baikalce Roshan!

At this moment, he narrowed his eyes, looked at the direction the bus was leaving, and thought to himself, "Is it my illusion?"

For a moment, he had a feeling of being exposed.And as an intelligence officer, the stealth instinct kept him in hiding.

"Shiroishi Kuranosuke..."

Baikalche's eyes narrowed, and his heart sank slightly.

This person's information, he did not fully grasp.He was sure that the opponent had absolutely not used his true strength against Park Daxing.

"but……"

A sneer hung on the corner of his mouth.

Round robin is not a place to rely on individual strength.No matter how strong Shiraishi is, without Watanabe and Tanegashima, what waves can the Japanese team make?

Thinking of this, he picked up his mobile phone and made a call to go out: "The target has already set off, and act according to the original plan."

"Boy."

In front of him, Shiraishi appeared: "Let me teach you a good lesson. The outcome of tennis is not just on the court..."

"You said, in this game, the people of the Indian team really have the rumored superpowers?"

Yuan Zhe said to Maori next to him: "If there is, I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with? I don't want to face that kind of guy!"

"Okay you."

Maori looked at him with disgust and said, "You guy, you haven't stopped opening your mouth since you got on the plane. Can you stop it? No one is forcing you to compete with those guys."

But obviously, he underestimated the spit vending machine of Sitianbao Temple.

"I said I don't want to fight them, but it's not that I don't want to play."

Yuan Zhezui is like a machine gun, he can't stop once he starts it: "When it comes to the game, I really want to play..."

Crunch!

But at this moment, the car suddenly braked suddenly.

"Ouch!"

Everyone was unprepared, almost all of them touched their faces, but Sanjingu didn't move at all. Seeing the driver in front of him talking a lot, he pushed his glasses and asked in English, "Master driver, what happened? ?"

"Before, someone blocked the way..."

The driver pointed at the old man who was crossing the road in front of him with a helpless expression: "However, I don't understand what he said."

"What, what do you mean?"

Jiazhi, who was originally focused on the scenery, raised his head and asked in confusion, "Are you not an Indian?"

"it's not true."

Sanjingu next to him shook his head and said, "India is made up of several states. There are thousands of dialects in the country, and there are even fifteen officially recognized languages."

"No, no?"

Hearing this, everyone's expressions changed, and Jinga frowned and said, "In this case, if we don't convince him to step aside, can we wait here for a day?"

"It's possible."

Sanjingu smiled bitterly: "The ox is the god of India. When they drive, they would rather hit the car than the bull. If he didn't take the bull away, we really didn't..."

"What a hassle!"

Just then, a rough voice sounded.