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

bump!

immediately.

Then he saw figures in white clothes falling down in the forest in the distance. In just a few seconds, there was no one standing on the opposite side.

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

At this moment.

A short figure clapped his hands and slowly turned out from the corner: "As expected of the French team's prince, even these high school students who made it to the World Cup are no match for him."

"Who are these people?"

Xialudaru's eyes fixed on the players. When he saw clearly how they were dressed, and how they were all wearing white masks, like the evil pagans in the movies, he thought to himself, "Are they the players from Alamenoma, the team ranked 28th in the world?"

He recognized the identities of these people.

"Wait, if I remember correctly, they seem to have qualified from the group stage. Their opponent in the round of 16 is... Spain?!"

Swish!

Suddenly.

Xialudaru looked up at the gray-haired boy opposite him who was wearing a mask and had his hands in his pockets: "So, he is on the Spanish team?"

Mind turning.

He immediately rode forward and rushed towards the other party's location. As a result, he came to a dead end.

"Ah."

The masked boy with gray hair smiled slightly, then jumped off the wall and disappeared in front of him.

"Don't even think about escaping!"

How could Xialudaru let the other party slip away so easily? He was arrogant by nature. Today, he came out to investigate the situation, but he lost face in front of the captain of the Japanese team, and he had already accumulated dissatisfaction in his heart.

Now, he was attacked by surprise, and the anger in his heart completely erupted.

He is an amazing horseman.

Soon he went around the wall and came to the other side. At this time, the boy wearing a mask was standing across the road in the distance and waved at him.

"damn it!"

The anger in Xialudaru's eyes almost erupted.

He spurred his horse in pursuit, but after crossing the road, he lost sight of the other person again, and his face suddenly turned livid.

As proud as he is, he is repeatedly led by the nose. One can imagine how angry and depressed he feels.

"Hmm? Who is that person?"

Sudden.

Sharudaru glanced and saw a figure wearing a Spanish team jacket in the distance.

"Got you!"

Immediately, he rode his horse again to chase after him. But this time, the other party seemed to have given up resistance and did not hide anymore.

"Xilulu!!!"

When he got close, Xialudalu pulled the reins hard. The white horse jumped high and stopped sideways in front of the opponent.

Swish!

He pointed the racket in his hand diagonally and sneered, "You can't escape this time. Wait, why is it you?"

however.

When he saw the other person's appearance clearly, his eyes changed involuntarily: "Romeo Fernandez?!"

"Prunce Ludovic Charudaru?"

The young man is the top talent of the Spanish team, Fernandez, who has great strength.

Yesterday he lost to the captain of the American team, Reinhart. In today's match against Alamenoma, he was arranged to play singles 3 and be responsible for the final kill of the opponent.

But never thought about it.

Alamenoma's entire team gave up, which made him depressed. Coincidentally, on his way back to the Spanish team, he met a figure dressed like an Alamenoma player.

After searching for a while, I didn't find those guys, but I ran into this flamboyant French prince.

This was not the first time the two met.

About three years ago, the two had met at a high-class party. At that time, they happened to come to an indoor tennis court and each defeated many talented teenagers who were older than them.

It was also that experience that made the two of them super child stars in European tennis. However, due to the constraints of their respective families, they did not get many opportunities to perform in tennis.

Even the agreed private competition was not completed.

now.

The two said goodbye.

There was a strong desire to fight in each other's eyes.

About an hour and a half later.

In front of Camus and Medanore respectively appeared a young man who was staggering and panting with exhaustion.

In this regard.

The two top-level commanders were also helpless.

Especially Camus, Xialudaru's willful behavior disrupted his plan. However, he was not in a hurry, because this boy was just a bonus for tomorrow's game.

Silent all night.

The next morning, Court 2 at Melbourne Tennis Park.

Just after eight o'clock, the stadium was full of people who came to watch the game. Half of them were supporters of the French team. After all, this is a big four team, so there must be no few supporters.

The other part is the supporters of the Japanese team. In addition to the substitutes, some came here because of their reputation. There is no way, the Japanese team's performance in this year's World Cup was too impressive, and it attracted a lot of fans. "I didn't expect that they would go this far!"

In the stands.

A blond young man folded his arms and looked with emotion at the group of teenagers wearing red and black jackets in the distance.

It was none other than South Korea’s No.2, Kim Tae-woo.

"I think it would be abnormal if they couldn't even make it to the quarterfinals."

Next to him, the handsome young man with purple hair, Lee Seung-fu, the captain of the South Korean team, said with emotion.

If his shock to Ishikawa during the Korea-Japan round-robin tournament was only due to the opponent's strong strength, then Ishikawa's extraordinary performance in the exhibition match, which overwhelmed Qp, completely shocked him.

Before, he might have thought that Ishikawa was just a genius who was better than him. In Asia, he might be a top player, but on the world stage, especially compared with the top players in Europe and America, he was not on the same level at all.

After that game.

In his eyes, Ishikawa was one of the best players. His ability was enough to be on par with Polk, who was now known as the world's number one high school student.

There is even a voice saying that the only one who can challenge Polk is Ishikawa.

Li Chengfu is a supporter of this voice.

Today, the match between Japan and France is a battle of proof. Unlike the previous two matches, the French team gave their all and played with all their best players.

In this case, Japan's victory would be enough to shut everyone else up.

"so."

Jin Taiyu asked curiously, "Who do you think will win this game?"

“It’s those guys, no doubt.”

Li Chengfu's eyes were still on Ishikawa and the others: "The team led by that guy already has enough strength to compete with the German team for the championship."

"Ah."

Kim Tae-woo nodded heavily.

During the exchange match between Korea and Japan, he was defeated by a guy named Ochi. The strength shown by the opponent had obviously crossed the realm of super-fast tennis dimension.

but.

Even so, that person was not able to rank among the top players of the Japanese team. It can be said that whether it is the upper limit of the players' strength or the depth of the team's bench, the Japanese team is no less than the German team.

He also believes that this quarter-final will be another game for the Japanese team to prove themselves.

"but."

After a pause, his eyes fell on the calm blond young man leading the French team: "He is known as the tennis revolutionary, so he shouldn't allow this to happen, right?"

Compared with Polk and Amadeus, Camus is less famous. But in the eyes of many tennis legends, Camus and the French team he led have a special significance of innovation.

Especially Camus.

His understanding of tennis is no less than that of Polk, who is known as the "philosopher of victory". To some extent, this is also a very dangerous and special person.

Li Chengfu shook his head.

In his opinion, no matter how hard the French team struggles, it is useless. For the current Japanese team, except for the German team, other teams will be crushed by them with absolute strength and without mercy.

soon.

Players from both teams enter the venue.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Ishikawa and Camus walked to the front and shook hands with each other.

"Hello, Ishikawa-kun."

Camus spoke in English. This was not easy for a Frenchman. It was obvious how much he valued the young man in front of him.

"Hello."

Ishikawa nodded in response.

The young man in front of him was indeed the captain of the French team. He was handsome and elegant. The golden braids hanging down from his shoulders added a touch of artistic sense.

Considering the other party's personal preference for tennis, Ishikawa was also deeply moved.