I'm in NetKing, and I have a tennis mini-game

the other side.

Japan U17 training base, in the coach's office.

The middle-aged man in a white coat and long black braids hung up the phone and said with a smile, "I didn't expect that Ochi-san was so obsessed with the national competition."

Saito arrived.

43 is old.

Japanese u17 mental strengthening coach.

"really."

In a dark room.

A middle-aged man wearing a military green vest and slicked back hair was supporting himself on the ground with one hand and doing push-ups rhythmically.

Takashi Ryūji.

44 is old.

Japanese u17 physical strengthening coach.

"It's hard to imagine that someone as cold and arrogant as Ochi would take such a low-level competition so seriously."

Yes.

In Tuozhi's eyes, the national competition for high school students is a subpar competition. After all, he is still coaching the U17, and he faces the best opponents from all over the world.

"I heard that he had longed for the national championship when he was a junior high school student."

At the desk, a middle-aged man with brown curly hair who was processing player data said: "Originally, after two years of dormancy, the Ice Emperor led by him was the closest to winning the national competition.

But unfortunately.

He met the strongest dark polo team in the history of the junior high school national competition. "

"Oh?"

Hear the words.

Saito and Takuchi both looked over curiously.

The former couldn't help but ask: "Can anyone else suppress him in a junior high school competition?"

Unknown team, super dark horse.

No matter how you look at it, this doesn't seem like an adjective that can defeat Yuezhi.

"It's a ghost classmate."

The man with brown curly hair, Yukio Kurobe, the tactical reinforcement coach of U17, did not sell out and explained to the two of them: "At that time, he refused invitations from teams all over the country and led an unknown team to sweep the National competition!”

"Ghost classmate?"

Saito and Takuchi looked at each other, shook their heads and laughed: "If it was him, it would make sense."

"What's interesting is that in this year's national competition for junior high school students, Hyokui has advanced to the semi-finals. Today, it seems that he is competing with last year's defending champion, the High School Affiliated to Lihai University, to qualify for the finals."

"Ok?"

Hearing Kurobe's words, Saito frowned slightly: "How do you have time to care about the junior high school students' game? Oh, yes, the rules of this year's U17 World Cup have been changed!"

Halfway through the words, Saito reacted immediately.

This year is different than usual.

According to the resolution of the World Tennis Association, at least three junior high school students must be arranged for each game of the U17 World Cup, including warm-up matches.

Otherwise, it will be considered as direct elimination.

In this case, even if they are responsible for high school students, they must pay attention to the results of the junior high school student league.

"I have an idea."

At this time, Saito seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly said: "Instead of studying a series of cold data, it is better to observe the competition of those junior high school students."

"Okay."

After Kurobe thought for a moment, he nodded and said, "Then I'll trouble you to make a trip."

"no problem."

Saito grinned.

After staying in this boring training base all day, he had long wanted to go out for some fun.

Subsequently.

The three of them chatted about today's work again, and the room soon fell into silence again.

Tokyo, Arena Stadium.

Officials officially informed that due to the broken stadium, the final was postponed for 3 days.

Because the afternoon games were cancelled, players from each school and passersby left the venue one after another.

Bingdi and his group left early in the morning on a bus.

PARKING LOT.

Everyone from Qingxue who was confirmed to have advanced to the finals was preparing to get in the car and leave.

call!

At this time.

A yellow taxi drove over and stopped right next to the crowd. Then, under everyone's puzzled gazes, the window slowly rolled down.

"That person is."

The members of the Youth Academy team frowned when they saw the unkempt middle-aged man sitting in the back row, wearing a black monk's robe.

Their coach, Ryusaki, smiled and said, "Long time no see, Nanjiro."

Nanjiro? !

Swish!

Everyone was stunned at first, and then their hearts trembled suddenly.

Legendary tennis player, samurai Echizen Nanjiro!

No one present knew the identity of the person in front of them. It can be said that they have heard the legend of this person since they started practicing tennis.

But no one expected it.

They actually came into contact with this tennis legend so closely!

"Old lady, congratulations on reaching the finals."

Nanjiro said, smiling to the others, "Also, guys, thank you for taking care of this silly boy of mine. Ryoma, get in the car."

"Forehead"

The corner of Echizen's mouth twitched, and he pressed the brim of his hat unnaturally. Then, he reluctantly got into the car.

"Goodbye, everyone from Qingxue."

Nanjiro smiled and waved to everyone, and the taxi left the parking lot.

Looking at the direction where the car disappeared, the shock in everyone's hearts did not dissipate for a long time.

Even though it was just a taxi, not a top-of-the-line luxury car, the identity of the person in the car had already offset or even exceeded the added value of the vehicle's attributes.

"Let's go, teenagers."

Ryuzaki patted Momoshiro on the shoulder and said to everyone with a smile: "Go back and have a good rest today. Starting tomorrow, we will have the last intensive training of the year!"

"Yes!"

Thinking of the competition three days later, everyone couldn't help but feel excited.

The appearance of Nan Jiro inspired their fighting spirit. It made them more confident in the final against Ice King!

the other side.

Nanjiro and Echizen's car drove out of the parking lot.

In the car, Nanjiro said with a smile: "Young man, why do you look unhappy?"

"Humph!"

Echizen snorted in displeasure.

Obviously, he was still dissatisfied with Nanjiro's description of him when he greeted him just now.

"Tsk, tsk."

Nanjiro shook his head when he saw this, and then looked outside the car at the pedestrians on the road.

When he saw a girl dressed up in fancy clothes or a woman wearing fresh shorts, he would whistle excitedly.

"It's so embarrassing."

Echizen lowered the brim of his hat, pretending that he didn't want to get to know the other person at all.

"Ok?"

But soon.

As if noticing something, Echizen looked at the unfamiliar road in front of him and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Where are we going? Isn't this the way home?"

"Why, I thought you didn't want to talk to me."

Nanjiro smiled.

Just when Echizen raised his hand and was about to lower the brim of his hat again to express his attitude, a meaningful smile appeared on Nanjiro's face next to him: "Of course I will teach you the secret of seamlessness!"

Swish!

Hear the words.

Echizen's hand suddenly froze.

Deep in his eyes, a look of disbelief suddenly flashed.

"Tianyi. Seamless"