Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

But they have similar thoughts in their hearts.

This Shiraishi is even more mysterious than they imagined.And the so-called overseas games are probably not as simple as playing against ordinary players from Asian countries.

"This guy."

Only Ajibe narrowed his eyes.

If he remembered correctly, the Henry Keith mentioned before should be the one who is very active in English tennis.

In this way, Shiraishi's true strength is even more questionable.

At least, it's only stronger than the information he got!

early morning.

Wimbledon town.

The players from the four schools stood up in the stadium, and Yukimura explained to the three coaches Watanabe, Ryuzaki, and Sakaki with a wry smile.

"Coach Ryuzaki, don't worry, Shiraishi and Sanada will not be in trouble. Also, they may not necessarily go to the other's lair, maybe just to reconnaissance intelligence."

"Humph!"

Coach Ryuzaki glanced at him coldly: "What kind of intelligence is reconnaissance, that Shiraishi is also true, he would believe the words of a person of unknown origin. No, I'm going to call the police, this is not a joke."

"Forget it."

Seeing that Coach Ryuzaki was really angry, Watanabe quickly comforted him: "You don't need to get angry, neither Shiraishi nor Tezuka are ordinary junior high school students. Moreover, Atobe was also raised in England, so here's the thing. I know the situation very well, and nothing will happen.”

"Yes."

Sakaki also came to round the game, but after looking at the gloomy coach Ryuzaki, he paused and said, "However, it's better to go to the police station to prepare a case. As for this, let Yukimura lead everyone to warm up, don't miss the next one. Contest."

"Well, so be it."

Coach Ryuzaki's face was drawn very long, but after all, he still understood the truth and understood the importance.

"call."

Seeing the three of them leave, Rao was as strong as Yukimura, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.In his heart, he suddenly developed admiration for Tezuka and the others.

After all, being able to persevere under the opponent's hands shows their extraordinary will and spirit.

Bang!

Bang!

Soon, there was a clear sound of hitting the ball on the court.

"Chance."

In a corner of the court, seeing Chitose playing Shenyin, the racket in his second hand suddenly stretched out.Then, the slap face trembled rapidly, pulling out the disappeared Shenyin.

"The fourth counterattack - the wind string!"

Whoosh!

Tennis, shot with great speed.His racket moved, but he still couldn't intercept it. He could only watch the tennis ball pass by in front of him.

Boom!

It hit the sharp corner of the wall and bounced out high.

blah blah blah...

The tennis ball gently rolled to the side of the two young men wearing blue, white and red jackets. Seeing this, Qian, the referee, could not help shouting: "Hey, over there, help throw the tennis ball over here, thank you!"

"Oh?"

Among the two, a young black man with pigtails and metal earrings raised his brows slightly.He turned his head and glanced at the positions of the junior high school students: "Asian? C'mon, this year's exchange competition is really bad, and everything was thrown in."

"Hey, Bazel, hurry up, or that mad woman should get mad."

The companion next to him turned around and frowned when he saw him bending over to pick up the ball: "What are you mad at with a few junior high school students, hurry up, or you will be disqualified from tomorrow's game."

"Maxi, these guys seem to be Japanese junior high school students."

"Japan?"

Hearing this, the blond young man beside him raised his brows.A hint of surprise flashed across that handsome face: "What do you mean?"

"of course."

The young man named Bazel weighed the tennis ball in his hand, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "Since we met, how can we just leave. No matter what, we have to leave some gifts, don't we?"

A playful smile appeared on Maxi's face: "That's right."

"Hey!"

At this time, Qian also frowned and said, "My friend over there, can you help throw the ball over here?"

"Throw?"

Bazel shook his head, and threw the tennis ball high in the eyes of several people: "How can you be so rude when you treat guests."

Swish!

As he said that, the racket in his hand suddenly fell.