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

As soon as the words fell, the Japanese players in the corner cheered excitedly. The representatives of the American team, led by the frustrated Reinhardt, left the court.

"Let's go, Longya."

In a corner of the stands, a very handsome young man wearing a light blue jacket spoke.

This person was none other than the Spanish team's representative, Mars, a senior in high school. The young man standing next to him, wearing a black hoodie, was also a Spanish team representative, but his whereabouts were extremely mysterious, Ryuga Echizen.

Since arriving in Australia, he has always kept a low profile. So far, Echizen, Akutsu and Kute have all had opportunities to play in the Spanish team's games.

Only Long Ya has never appeared in any major competition.

The Spanish team had raised questions about this, but the attitudes of the captain and vice-captain, as well as the awe of the tennis legend, soon disappeared.

Even Mars was not very clear about what Long Ya was doing during this period. However, his intuition told him that the other party was deeply strengthening his abilities.

"Pity."

Echizen Ryuya glanced at the gloomy Reinhardt in the stadium and shook his head slightly, saying, "I originally wanted to take away his ability, but now it seems that it is not necessary."

Taking away abilities?!

Mars thought he had heard it wrong, and suddenly raised his head and looked at the other person in great surprise.

"Let's go."

Long Ya waved her hand, but did not explain, turned around and left.

"Did I hear wrongly?"

Mars' pupils trembled slightly, and he looked at the other party's back, and was extremely shocked. If the other party was not joking and really had the ability to take away the ability of the American captain, wouldn't it be too terrible?

"and many more!!"

But then, as if he thought of something, he turned his gaze and looked at the black-haired boy who was leading the Japanese team away on the other side of the court.

"Rumor has it that Long Ya lost to that guy!"

Think of this.

Even with his calmness, he couldn't help but take a breath.

"If that's the case, then this guy and the Japanese team he leads are indeed a big trouble!"

The day.

Several other quarter-final matches are also underway.

As expected, the big four teams of Germany, Switzerland, France and Spain all advanced. As the top four teams last year and the top four seeded teams this year, these four teams were naturally not placed in the same group.

Based on past experience, these four teams will still be the final four.

but.

But something unexpected happened this year.

Among the eight teams just decided, there is a team that is called the super dark horse.

At the same time, one of the big4 teams met them unexpectedly.

"It's confirmed. Our next opponent is the Japanese team."

In a hotel room, a blond young man wearing a blue, white and red jacket spoke.

Leopold Camus.

French captain.

Although he has not turned professional, he is known as the "Tennis Revolutionary" and is recognized by everyone as one of the players with professional-level strength.

"We already knew the result before the game."

In the corner, a young man with a weird hairstyle and a smear of oil paint on the corners of his eyes shook his head: "Compared to them, the overall strength of the American team is no match for them at all."

This was the consensus of almost everyone before the game.

After the exhibition match and the group stage, the strength of the Japanese team is beyond doubt. Even the most arrogant people have to admit that this is a team that has the potential to shake up the Big 4.

In the next round, the French team will be the first to face the challenge of the Japanese team. They will be the first big four team to face the challenge of the Japanese team in the official match.

In this regard.

No one can remain calm.

"The American team is not weak, and we discussed this before the game."

Camus waved his hand and turned his gaze to the side, at a short, gray-haired boy.

"Jonar, now it's your turn to tell us more about the situation of the Japanese team."

"Ok."

Then, the shy boy straightened his face and said, "According to the information I have so far, there are at least three professional-level masters in the Japanese team. The captain is Ishikawa Shin, and the other two team leaders are Byodoin Phoenix and Oni Jujiro!"

Three professional level?!

Hear the words.

The eyes of everyone present changed.

"Are you kidding me?"

One of the brown-haired boys with a swirl pattern on his face said in shock, "Doesn't that mean they are not much worse than the German team?"

"That's outrageous!"

The young man with the strange hairstyle said in a deep voice: "Jonal, you should know what the concept of professional level is, right?"

Edgar Delacroix.

17 is old.

One of the top players of the French team.

Because of his varied playing styles and uninhibited personality, he is known as the most artistic tennis player in the French team. His words also carry a lot of weight in the team.

"Senior Edgar, please calm down."

Facing the high school student's doubts, the short Jonal St. George said calmly: "You have to know that Duke is not even ranked in the top three in the Japanese team!"

duke?!

Hearing this name, the eyes of the French players present suddenly changed. Delacroix was no exception. Even though he had a lot of say in the French team, he was still not as good as the captain Camus.

however.

This guy named Duke was on par with Camus when he was in the French U17 team two years ago, and was hailed as the twin stars of France at the time.

Such a person couldn't even rank in the top three of the Japanese team. It's no wonder that everyone felt shocked.

Seeing everyone's reaction, young George continued, "So, our goal this time is to win two doubles matches as much as possible."

Hear the words.

Everyone looked at each other and nodded.

This tactic is very feasible because the French team has a better lineup of junior high school players than the American team. Therefore, they can adjust the starting lineup more calmly.

“The opponent is indeed very strong.”

After the discussion ended and everyone left, Camus glanced at the list and said with a smile, "But we are not without a chance of winning."

"But. Commander."

George, who was helping to sort out the information, asked in confusion: "Is it really okay to put Plans in that position?"

"no way."

Camus shook his head and said, "Although his personal ability is very strong, he is indeed a headache in singles. Moreover, with his talent, he may not be unable to play a special role."

"Um, too."

George nodded.

In his mind, an image of a red-haired boy with a cold expression emerged. Although the other party was one year younger than him, his talent was so strong that it moved Camus and others.

If the opponent arranges No. 2 to play singles, at least he won't run into the opponent's three top players, so there is still hope of winning.

The experience of the American team told George that it was not impossible for the Japanese team to make such an arrangement. After all, after playing against the French team, the Japanese team's opponent would be the world's number one team, Germany.

Facing the German team that tried their best, the head coach of the Japanese team must have considered hiding some of their elite players. But the French team was completely different, because they had no choice!

“Is the Japanese team so strong?”

After the discussion, a red-haired figure walked out of the room and headed straight for the elevator. "I heard that their commander is also a freshman in middle school. I guess he should be a very interesting guy, right?"

After a while.

The boy left the hotel and headed for his own estate in Melbourne. Soon, a snow-white horse galloped away, heading in the direction of the hotel where the Japanese team was staying.

"Another day has ended!"

Near the hotel where the Japanese team was staying, a curly-haired boy wearing a yellow and black short-sleeved shirt couldn't help but yawn: "By the way, Hiyoshi, aren't you bored?"

"what happened?"

The boy with the brown mushroom-like hair next to him, Hiyoshi who was not selected as a representative, said in confusion: "I think it's quite interesting. The deputy minister said that this year we are just going through the motions. The next World Cup in two years will be our chance to debut."

"Two years? That's too much to wait."

The curly-haired boy, Kirihara from Rikkai University, said unhappily, "There are so many masters here, but I can't compete with them. This feeling is too uncomfortable."

He was impatient to begin with, and since he didn't get a chance to compete in the shuffle match, he didn't qualify to play. And judging from the current situation, even many junior high school students who were stronger than them might not get a chance to play in the next few rounds.

This made him feel even more desperate.

He doesn't even have a chance to be a substitute. Why did he fly all the way from Japan?

"Speak."

But at this time, Hiyoshi looked at him strangely: "Is there a rule that non-representative players like us can't go out to compete?"

"Forehead"

Kirihara was stunned.

He tried hard to recall the instructions given by the coaches when he came here. Apart from telling them not to run around, there seemed to be no other requirements. Players were not allowed to compete privately, and the target seemed to be the players who were selected as representatives.

He opened his mouth, but swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.