Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

"not good!"

All this happened too fast.Before Shiraishi could even put away his racket, his opponent had already completed the entire process of hitting back, and at a certain moment, he felt an aura that made his heart palpitate.

Shiraishi had never felt that way before, and at that moment, his mental power seemed to be disintegrating.

Whoosh!

However, when he looked up, Reinhardt's return ball had circled behind him and landed precisely in the dead corner.

"It's not a series at all..."

Shiraishi's eyes dimmed, and the opponent's strength exceeded his expectations.Originally, he thought that world-class players could be as strong as they were.Just like the u-17 guys in the original book, no one has been defeated by the junior high school students.

But the reality is so cruel.

"Ho ho..."

Just when he was about to give up and was about to give up, a low ho sounded like a beast behind him.

"Wood hand?"

However, I saw a purple-black figure that appeared in front of the tennis ball at an unknown time.Negative emotions pervaded him, like a beast that had lost its mind.

Swish!

Raising his head, those scarlet eyes pierced through the white stone and swept across Reinhardt's face.

"Go to hell, chops!"

He hated the guy on the opposite side, and at this moment there was only one thought in his mind, tearing this man to pieces.

boom!

The voice fell, and he pulled out the racket in his hand.The tennis ball jolted, turned into a changing cobra, and shot towards Reinhardt's face opposite.

"childish!"

The other party shook his head lightly. Although the attack of the wooden hand had changed, it would only hit him rigidly in the face, which seemed too simple.Immediately, he stepped forward and turned his body slightly away.

At the same time, he looked at Baishi and said with a smile, "Your name is Baishi, right?"

"Ok?"

Shiraishi narrowed his eyes, is this person finally going to tell his intentions?

boom!

Returning the tennis ball, Reinhardt looked at him with a light smile and said, "Your talent is very strong. If you add professional training, you will definitely be able to reach the world-class stage."

As he said that, he swayed the racket lightly in his hand, threw it forward at will, and with a bang, the wooden gesture vigorously returned the ball to resolve it.

"What a horrible guy."

Watching the other party fight with Mushou while chatting with himself in a relaxed tone, Shiraishi couldn't help but sink.

This is a world class player!

Of course, he is not sure what level Reinhardt is now.But according to the setting of the original book, the strength of this person should not be inferior to that of the German professional-level leader Polk.

Moreover, in the original book, this person seems to like collecting talents.

For example, the Echizen brothers were recruited by this person to form a team puzzle for him to win the world championship.His ambition was revealed from the very beginning.

big4!

And, above big4!

"How about it?"

Returning the attack of the wooden hand again, Reinhardt looked at Shiraishi with a smile.But in fact, there was a playful smile in his blue eyes under the sunglasses.

"Feel sorry."

Shiraishi shook his head. Going to Team USA was indeed a good choice.But the temptation to become a representative of the United States is much smaller than that of Sitianbao Temple and the competition with those in the national competition.

"Stupid (idiot)!"

However, upon hearing his return, the two Smiths on the sidelines whispered almost simultaneously.

That is the captain of the US team, a big man with a very high status in the US team.Facing his invitation, this Japanese junior high school student named Shiraishi actually refused.

"But... it's better to refuse!"

In Smith's eyes, a glimmer of light flashed.

If Shiraishi agreed, he and Wright would have many more competitors at that training base.Moreover, he is also a genius whose talent and strength are above them.

"That's right!"

Wright also came back to his senses and sneered: "It's good to refuse!"

"Really?"

Reinhardt, who caught the tennis ball, turned cold in an instant. He squinted and glanced at Shiraishi, who had a firm look, and said with a sneer, "If that's the case, let's end this game..."

As he spoke, his clothes were automatically windless, and a suffocating aura spread out around him centered on him.

"what?"