Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

"Yes."

Yuan Zhe smiled and said: "Tomorrow is the New Year, we have to rush back."

"New Year? But in China, it seems that there is still a while, right?"

"Different."

Ping Shanzhi smiled and said, "Our new year here is somewhat different from theirs."

"Is that so..."

The two nodded without questioning.

Everyone took the same bus to the Tokyo bus station, and when they were about to get off the bus, Mouri seemed to think of something, looked up at Shiraishi, and smiled bitterly: "I'm a little worried now, what will Yukimura and the others do next year in the national competition? face you."

"The game is always full of uncertainty."

Shiraishi smiled noncommittally, and followed Hirayama and Yuan Tetsu to transfer to the train station.

"National competition?"

Hearing this, Petronovich asked with some puzzlement: "Shouldn't they concentrate on preparing for the World Cup?"

"It's a junior high school national competition."

Beside him, someone who knew Shiraishi's identity spoke up.

"junior high school?"

Kuzonev's pupils shrank.

Petronovich's eyes widened, and he said incredulously, "Could that guy be..."

He thought of Shiraishi's immature face.

That guy is not pretending to be tender at all.

But... a junior high school student? ! !

(End of this volume)

④ New season

Chapter [-] New Year

1 month 1 day.

It is the first day of the Japanese New Year. Since the Meiji Restoration, Japan has changed the Spring Festival New Year inherited from China in ancient times and used the Gregorian calendar to calculate it.Historically, it was called 'Bringing out of Asia into Europe'.

Osaka.

Kansai in January is also winter.When you get out of the station, you can see the white snow scene, and the streets are full of pedestrians wearing thick down jackets.

"Hey, it's really cold."

As soon as he walked out, Yuan Zhe couldn't help shivering.

Compared with the sweltering heat on the U-17 mountain, Osaka at the moment is simply a winter hell.So much so that Yuan Zhe couldn't help but feel fortunate that he was fortunately not on the mountain now.

"Two seniors, so be it."

Shiraishi dragged his luggage and waved to the two of them: "By the way, remember next week's team party, everyone will be back."

"I know, I know."

Yuan Zhe waved his hand and went home with peace and kindness on the bus.Shiraishi's route was different from theirs, he got into the car, and after about half an hour, he finally returned to his long-awaited home.

"I'm back."

At the door, my mother had a look of joy in her eyes. She hurriedly took his suitcase and said with a smile, "Come in, come in, I'll prepare your favorite Chinese food for you."

"okay."

Baishi nodded, maybe it was a habit he brought from his previous life, and his favorite food was Chinese food.Especially the spicy taste in the Sichuan and Hunan areas, but the taste is different from his father's. For this reason, the father and son often argue endlessly about what to eat.

However, it may be that the son has not been home for too long.Baishi's father just took the pink newspaper and scrutinized it carefully. He glanced at him casually, and said lightly, "How is it, in the training camp, did you gain anything?"

"Better than expected."

Shiraishi nodded, his father raised his eyebrows, and his eyes fell on the newspaper.

He knew this son very well, and if it was a normal situation, he would say something like 'it's okay', a little perfunctory.And what I said just now shows that Shiraishi really got a lot of gains in that u-17 dormitory.

at dinner time.

Father picked up the wine glass and glanced at him lightly, a smile flashed in the slightly opened and closed eyes behind the pair of lenses: "Drinking?"

"Well……"

Baishi paused, nodded and said, "Yes."

However, he didn't drink much.Just because of the New Year, to accompany his father.During the period, the father and son talked about a lot of things, such as Shiraishi's future plans, such as the ideal high school.

In short, after this meal, the estrangement between father and son was slightly reduced.

And in far away France, the Roland Garros stadium in Paris.

"Ooooooooo!!!"