Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

"My name is Sosa, and I'm from Mexico."

At this moment, a young man with brown hair said, he stretched out his hand towards Shiraishi, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Shiroishi nodded and put his hand up.Who knows, the strength in the opponent's hand suddenly increased.

Click!

In an instant, there was a crisp sound, like a broken bone.

"Ah~"

Immediately, I saw the young man named Sosa screaming wildly.His face was distorted, the whole person instantly pulled out his hand, and instinctively stepped back more than ten steps.

"idiot."

Upon seeing this, the young man named Darrell sneered and said, "Challenge if you don't know someone else's identity. Are you Mexicans knocked out of your head by the Americans?"

"you……"

Sosa gave him a vicious look, his eyes turned to Shiraishi, a ferocious light flashed, but deep in his eyes, there was pain and fear.

"Shiroishi Kuranosuke, right?"

Darrell smiled and didn't care about Sosa's gaze at all. He turned to look at Shiraishi and said, "Please, our captain and the others are waiting for you in the third room..."

Chapter [-] The Observer from the World (Part [-])

In the third room.

Through the golden gate, Shiraishi did not hear the sound of hitting the ball.And Darrell, who was walking in front of him, laughed in a low voice: "This is not an ordinary tennis court."

Crunch!

He pushed open the door and led Shiraishi inside.

There are not as many venues as imagined, and several advanced tennis ball machines in Room [-].

There is only one venue in the entire room.

The stadium is built on a golden carpet, surrounded by auditoriums.It is hard to imagine that there is such a professional competition venue in this hotel.

At this moment, sitting in the auditorium were a group of high-class people wearing expensive clothes and clinking glasses with red wine.

"Forehead……"

Seeing this, Shiraishi's eyes narrowed slightly.

He had the illusion that he seemed to have walked into the wrong room.But Darrell, who was walking in front, was very familiar and took him to the corner of the auditorium.

"boss."

Darrell bowed to the young man in black in front of him, who nodded slightly, revealing that handsome face.

It is none other than the captain of the Indian team, Froze!

"Baishi-kun, you really came."

Holding a glass of wine, looking like a gentleman, he stepped forward to look at Shiraishi and said, "Introduce myself, I'm Begasil Froz, the captain of the Indian team. We were still betting before that tonight. Will go into this place. By the way..."

Speaking of this, he waved his hand lightly and said: "Introduction, this is Knos from the Netherlands, this is Pelos from Argentina, this is Lime from England, and this is Wen from China."

He introduced them one by one, and almost all of the players present were national players who could reach the world finals.All of them have sharp eyes and extraordinary temperament. If Shiraishi guessed correctly, these people are all engaged in intelligence work.

"This person is..."

His eyes fell on the young Asian man holding a wine glass.

"temperature?"

If he remembered correctly, Mitsugu seems to have mentioned this person, the intelligence worker of the Chinese team...Wen Rujian?

"Hello there!"

Wen Rujian nodded at Baishi, smiled and shook the wine glass in his hand, and said, "Would you like some?"

His cup was filled with white liquid, and with his Chinese identity, Baishi immediately thought of Maotai and Erguotou.

He shook his head and said, "No, I don't drink."

"No!"

Who knows, Wen Rujian shook his head and smiled: "This is boiled water."

He shrugged, distanced himself from Froz and the others behind him, and said with a wry smile, "No way, who would call this place a so-called high society. If you don't drink something, you won't be able to integrate into their circle at all, that's not the case. If so, there will be no information..."

His tone was half ridiculed, and Shiraishi looked at the red wine in Pelos, Lime and others' glasses again, and his evaluation of Wen Rujian couldn't help but improve a bit.

Snapped!

At this time, there was a crisp finger snap.

However, on the high platform, there was a middle-aged Indian man in a tuxedo with light makeup on his face, spreading his hands with a smile on his mouth, and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, the wonderful tennis match is about to start. First, let me introduce the information of the two players."

"Darrell Kumar, No.17 in the Indian U-4 team, is a top high school student with nine world championships."

tread!

The voice fell, but Darrell, who was wearing a green hairband, stepped onto the court in one step.