Wang Wangzhi starts from Sharingan

Chapter 424 Pubuk and Borg, Boomerang, QP’s reserved light

Call ~
The wind is blowing continuously.

On the tennis court, the chief referee's voice sounded, announcing the score at the end of the game.

"duo~"

"Score works."

"Game, Sora Kitagawa, score 6-3."

"The game is over. The final winner of this challenge is... Kitagawa Sora!"

At this moment, Bismarck was a little embarrassed.

Previously, it could be described as a majestic and gorgeous debut, full of confidence and harsh words.

But now, they have suffered a clean defeat, and all the supporters are silent.

The main thing is.

Even if he lost to Kitagawa Sora, he didn't even get much of a role.

The appearance and appearance are not even half of Schneider's.

He simply had no face to face Jiangdong's elders.

……

Closer to home.

Under the sound of the score being announced, the smoke and dust were blown away.

The situation on the tennis court also came into view again.

On the left half of the court, just like yesterday, Kitagawa Sora, whose breath gradually calmed down, stood leisurely.

Underneath that faint familiar smile is the charming grace of a winner.

The German tennis players outside the court fell on Kitagawa Sora with slightly dazed eyes, and then quickly looked away slightly.

The sweep of minor roles a few days ago was okay, and they could accept it relatively quickly.

But now, for two consecutive days, Kitagawa Sora was like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, killing two main members of the representative team one after another.

One is Schneider, a professional player, and the other is Bismarck, the vice-captain.

Moreover, everyone watching the whole game was in a daze and was stunned.

Often Schneider and Bismarck had just given them a little exciting hope, but the next moment, before they could get out of their emotions, Kitagawa Sora would directly crush him with incredible strength. Destroy everything.

Let them go from hope to despair, from heaven to hell.

take a look~
This side of Beichuan sky, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and the scenery is unrestrained and elegant.

After a 'fierce' game, I was very excited, with extra sweat and heat, and even felt very satisfied.

And what is this satisfaction?

That is naturally the 'fun' and 'pleasure' brought by the opponent.

But what about the 'opponent' side?

Schneider needless to say, look at Bismarck.

brush~
Bass~
all of a sudden.

All the German tennis players around turned their gazes to the right half of the tennis court.

That's where Bismarck is.

The battlefield is full of traces, Bismarck fell to the ground, his slightly twitching arm, the tennis racket dropped aside, the dirty clothes and body...

This is the embarrassed Bismarck.

The handsome and unrestrained appearance before the game and the disgraced look after the game formed a sharp contrast.

"Eh~"

"That's enough..."

"Absolutely, what is going on? Is that guy too strong? Or is Bismarck too weak?"

"I'm stunned..."

"We don't really have to wait for Borg to come back..."

Whispers murmured, intertwined constantly.

The special light of hope in the pairs of eyes of different colors has all dimmed.

Another person they had high hopes for, Vice Captain Bismarck, after Schneider, was defeated once again.

And it failed so miserably.

"Ah~"

With a sigh, another duel came to an end.

A series of gazes couldn't help but fall directly on the QP here.

"QP..."

"I should be able to win..."

……

airport.

Berlin International Airport.

Call ~
chi chi~~
A plane like a white bird landed slowly with a hunting wind.

In the white mist that filled the air, a tall and slender figure came riding on the wind with a shiny bald head.

The extremely strong muscles all over his body perfectly supported the German U17 team uniform he was wearing.

The black team uniform, which almost looks like a tights, can be said to be jaw-dropping.

There is a seriousness that remains unchanged all year round on his square, slightly slender face.

Although his appearance is not superior, the momentum he exudes unintentionally makes people's hearts tremble.

An idea will arise subconsciously.

This person is absolutely strong!
And there is no doubt that ~
Number one in the world, naturally very strong!
The visitor's name is Jurgen Balisavage Polk.

That is - Borg!
The current professional player in the world of tennis defeated the former world number one 'Novak Brynner' at this year's German Open, won the championship trophy, and officially topped the ATP rankings.

A superb tennis player who has never lost a single match since entering the professional world.

He is hailed by tennis people as 'the man who changed the world of tennis', 'the philosopher who leads to victory', 'the perennial monarch of the future football world' and so on.

The absolute leader of the German U17 team and the backbone of all the tennis players in the entire base.

They consider it the last bottom line in German tennis, a wall of sighs that will never be broken.

Also known as.

Borg is their belief!

At this moment, after finishing the tour in the UK, Borg returned by plane.

Back to Germany, back to Berlin.

One is to rest, adjust the state, and complete the training and tasks of the U17 team, so as to continue the professional tour and the open competition.

Two~
……

"Borg~"

"Welcome home~"

Warm words of welcome came from the mouth of an old man.

The old man is dressed as a 'gentleman', with a thick beard and rimless oval glasses full of old-style classical style.

On that face full of grooves and wrinkles, there was a very 'sincere' smile.

Sigmund Pubke, the name of this old gentleman.

Not only is he the CEO of Sigmund Pharmaceutical Factory, he is also the talent discovery director of the German U17 base.

Of course, there is another identity, Borg's professional agent.

We have an extremely professional team that works around Borg and is responsible for Borg's career path planning and arrangement.

Of course, in the old days it was 'arrangement'.

But after Borg showed his unparalleled strength and became the world's number one, it became 'cooperation'.

The Borg 'main', they 'auxiliary'.

"Let's go."

Nodding lightly in response, the still serious Borg walked towards the car beside him, while Pubke and his accompanying assistants hurriedly followed.

Dududu~~~
Call ~
呲~
xiu~
While driving quickly, the car was swept by the wind and waves, and drove onto the busy road, heading towards the direction of the German U17 base.

And in the car.

The conversation between Borg and Pubke also started again.

"Borg~"

“This trip to the UK was perfect.”

"Sweeping the championship on the tour has not only stabilized the ATP ranking, but also expanded a lot of fan circles."

"Now, your business value has increased a lot compared to before."

"By the way, the next stop on the tour is Australia."

"you need to……"

A lot of words came out of Pubke's mouth, especially when it came to the 'commercial value' aspect. Pubke became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke.

It can be said that compared to 'tennis', in Pubke's view, 'commercial value' is more important.

After all, he, Pubke, is a professional broker and a businessman.

Compared to Pubke, who was fussy as soon as he got in the car, Borg was extremely 'quiet'.

In the silence, he sat upright, with his eyes looking straight ahead, and under his serious face, he listened to Pubuke's "Business Talk and Business Language".soon.

The 'daily' part passed, after Pubke finished a series of subsequent arrangements and plans.

The initiative was directly taken back by Borg.

"All right."

After saying this, Pubuke immediately became silent and stopped talking.

And this is the dominance of discourse that Borg handed over after becoming the world's number one.

Therefore, no matter which world you are in, no matter what industry you are in, strength is the first element.

Borg's unique cold and serious voice continued to sound in the car.

"How is the situation at the base?"

Borg asked, and Pubke answered immediately.

As for the assistant and driver in front, they have long been accustomed to shutting up and disappearing, as if they don't exist.

Well, 'doesn't exist' quite happily.

And Pubke naturally knows what the 'situation' Borg refers to.

Thinking about the guy in the U17 base, Pubke felt depressed and angry for a while.

"not too good."

With an angry voice, Pubke continued.

"Under Letru's strong request, QP invited Kitagawa Sora to the base."

"And that guy didn't agree to Letru's subsequent invitation."

At this point, in addition to anger, Pubke's voice was also filled with regret and helplessness.

In the eyes of this old 'gentleman', it would be great if Kitagawa Sora could agree to Letru's invitation, especially the invitation to sign a professional contract with him.

Under his powerful operation, how much money can be earned?

It's a pity, it's a pity, it's just a pity.

As for the helpless mood~
"In the next few days, the players in the base began to play a challenge match with that Eastern boy."

"but……"

"All lost."

"Everyone loses..."

After Pubke's old voice, there was Borg's cold and solemn voice.

"I expected the others."

"How is Schneider's post-match situation?"

In previous phone calls, Borg also knew that Sora Kitagawa had already conquered three of the BIG4 players in the world.

——Spain, France, Switzerland.

For Spain U17's 'Freeman'.

Although Borg was more vague about his strength, he was able to take over and support the entire Spanish U17 during the absence of Medanore.

From this one thing Borg knew that this was also a good role.

but.

Whether it is the Spanish 'Freeman' or the two professional-level players, the French general 'Camus' and the Swiss general 'Amadeus'.

They all lost to Sora Kitagawa.

and so.

Borg was not surprised that the supporting group lost.

But Borg is a little concerned about the situation of Schneider's main players.

Sora Kitagawa only occupies a small part of this 'heart', and most of it still belongs to Schneider and a few others.

It would be okay if you win, but if you lose...

bass!
Under a cold look, Borg's eyes narrowed slightly.

Another U17 World Cup at the end of this year is about to begin.

As for Schneider and others, they want to participate in the World Championships with him, keep the championship trophy in Germany, and become the main force to achieve ten consecutive U-17 World Championships.

It's okay to win Beichuan Kongdao, but if he loses, Borg is already thinking about how to 'love' these little guys.

then.

Borg's brow furrowed when Pubke's answer came.

"Cough cough~"

"Schneider lost yesterday, the score was 2-6."

"Bismarck lost today, the score was 3-6."

"They were all defeated by Kitagawa Sora's Susanoo."

"QP will play tomorrow. Now everyone in the base has placed their hopes on QP, hoping to defeat Kitagawa Sora without you having to play."

After explaining the specific situation, Pubke raised his eyebrows, looked at Borg, and continued.

"If QP loses too..."

"It's you who will come on stage the day after tomorrow."

"At that time, how sure are you of winning?"

There was a slight hesitation, but Pubke still asked. Although he knew that asking Borg would be uncomfortable, as a professional agent, the situation must be considered.

"At this juncture, it would be okay if you win, but if you lose..."

"It's going to be a huge hit to your business value."

Call ~
quack~~~
Under Pubke's words, there was silence in the car.

Berg, who had already begun to think about how to train Schneider and Bismarck, never thought that the idea just now would come back to him.

——It’s okay if you win, but if you lose…

Well, maybe this is the so-called boomerang~
After coming back to his senses, Borg was not angry at all when he looked at Pubke, who showed "commercial value" by opening and closing his mouth.

After all, he knew that this was the character of the old man Pubke.

An excellent and competent tennis agent, but also an old 'gentleman' who loves money.

However, Borg also looked at Pubke's inquiries and assumptions with a cold expression and spoke seriously and seriously.

"The certainty of winning is..."

"hundred percent!"

bass!
Call ~
chi chi~~
A confident voice sounded in the car.

And outside the car.

With the extremely fast wind and the roar of the mechanical engine, the black Phantom was already driving towards the far end of the driveway.

……

When nothing happens.

Time always flies by.

The next day.

The tennis court became lively again, crowds gathered, and the game resumed.

This time, one of the two people fighting was Kitagawa Sora.

On the other side, there is the chief of staff - QP, who has all the high hopes of the German U17 tennis players.

"QP!"

"QP!"

"QP!"

"Come on! QP!"

"You can't lose!"

"Otherwise it would be too embarrassing!"

"Win!"

"..."

As always, as before, as before.

Amidst the rush of support.

The crowd was so powerful and their support for QP was so strong. The home advantage was fully utilized.

Waving flags and shouting, cheering hard, releasing the passion in your heart.

But~
Same as before.

When Bei Chuankong started to exert his strength, watching the game on the tennis court, the enthusiasm of the crowd outside the court ushered in the familiar moment of silence again.

For a moment, silence.

But what I'm afraid of is the silence from moment to moment, and then this 'moment' will become forever.

"what happened?"

"How do you feel..."

"Something's wrong again..."

"The score and the situation..."

……

(End of this chapter)