Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

"Do not."

Immediately, he shook his head again: "What are the identities of those two people, how could they appear at this kind of rural tennis match."

What's more, he saw very clearly just now that the two were wearing the uniforms of a certain school.

How could the top geniuses in the United States appear here.Not to mention, to become a team member of a certain school.

This is just a joke!

"Eh?"

However, his face changed suddenly.

"That guy is..."

Not far away, a group of young men in blue and white coats came over.The boy among them, wearing a tennis cap with the word "R" on it, walked at the end of the team.

"It's really him."

After seeing the appearance of the other party clearly, the boy with glasses narrowed his eyes: "Echizen Ryoma, he actually returned to Japan."

He knows each other, the four-year U.S. Junior Open champion.Even in New York, the teenager was no small celebrity.

In addition, the glasses man is more concerned about the identity of the other party as the son of the samurai Nanjiro.

However, when he saw the opponent wearing the clothes of the competition team, he couldn't help sneering: "Unfortunately, I have a great father, but I don't have a brain that can think normally."

Returning to Japan is simply digging one's own grave.

The world recognized that Japan is a tennis desert.Twenty years ago, a samurai, Nanjiro, had already consumed all the luck of this island country.

Another samurai, Nanjiro?

"Tsk tsk..."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help showing a playful smile.

If he hadn't been exposed to the ranking of high school students in the world and knew the real situation of the world tennis world, he would probably have worshipped Nanjiro like a god just like those people.

At this moment, as if the city people had entered the country, he stood beside these country bumpkins full of bad taste, listening to them bragging about how strong their local tennis was.

bump!

Just then, he was hit by someone.

"Which bastard..."

But in the next second, he swallowed the word 'egg' abruptly as if he was strangled by the neck.

In front of him was a blond man in short sleeves, frowning slightly, as if a little dissatisfied.His eyes turned around, as if looking for the person who bumped into him.

The man with glasses hurriedly bowed ninety degrees: "Yes, I'm sorry."

However, the other party didn't even look at him, and walked out with a frown.

"call……"

Seeing the other party leave, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, but he couldn't hide the horror in his eyes: "Lyme from England u-17, how could such a person come here? Did he come to travel?"

If it wasn't for the glasses man who had studied the players of the top 32 countries in the world, he would not be sure.This is a real top figure, how can he appear outside the Japanese tennis court?

"and many more!!"

Suddenly, his pupils shrank again.

Not far away, a white man with brown hair joined Lime and seemed to be talking about something.

"That guy is... the Dutch team's intelligence expert, Knos!"

"Hey! That one over there is... Argentina's Pelos, the tennis intelligence master of South America!"

"Gudu..."

Suddenly 087, he swallowed his saliva and looked into the distance in disbelief: "That is the new home team boss of the Thai team, Sera!!!"

This is a well-known master on the world's high school rankings. In the future, he is destined to occupy a place in the tennis world, a real tennis genius!

In a blink of an eye, how could there be so many world-class characters!

Over there, there are even a few people wearing the national u-17 uniforms.If the glasses man guessed correctly, this is Europe's first-class scout.

Omg.

Is the world crazy?

"Come, here they come!"

But at this moment, someone shouted, and all the people in the queue looked in the direction of the gate of the venue.

"That is……?"

Not far away, a group of young people wearing yellow-green coats came over.

The head of the man has silver hair, and his left wrist seems to be injured, with bandages wrapped around it.There was a faint smile on that handsome face.

Delusion?

The man with glasses widened his eyes, and it seemed that for a moment, the eyes of those foreigners were all focused on this team.