Prince of Tennis Fraudster

"Did you notice?"

Taneshima narrowed his eyes slightly, and Kimishima withdrew his probing gaze.

At that moment, Ono, who had left earlier, ran back, panting, and handed a stack of documents to Yamaura: "M-Chairman, I found it, phew..."

He took a breath and continued, "They are the tennis players from the Municipal Ocean University Affiliated High School."

"Oh?"

Having confirmed their suspicions, Taneshima and Kimishima exchanged a glance and couldn't help but laugh.

Yamaura, who had just received the document, gave Ono a cold look and let out a heavy snort.

Chapter 84 Event Ended [4/5, Please Subscribe!]

"Humph!"

Yamaura glanced coldly at the secretary, his expression softening. He smiled at Kimishima and the other man, saying, "The competition is over. Please come to my office to discuss the contract."

Then, he handed the documents to Ono and subtly gave him a wink.

"Wait a minute."

At this moment, Tanejima spoke up: "Mr. Yamaura probably wants to sign contracts with those two children, right?"

"..."

The blunt question caused Yamaura's expression to change slightly. He glanced at the silent Kimishima and nodded, "Yes."

"Heh." Tanejima smiled slightly and said, "Then I'm sorry, these two have already been selected by our U-17!"

"U-17?"

Ozaki and his companion were taken aback, while Secretary Ono was startled.

U-17, short for 'Japan High School National Team U-17 Selection Training Camp', is a training base for cultivating top talents in Japanese tennis. Due to the special age requirements for professional tennis, there are no U-18 or U-19 programs (hope xf doesn't contradict me).

Therefore, that place is the gathering place for all of Japan's tennis elites.

In comparison, Yamaura's much-vaunted youth training system is nothing more than a third-rate rural tennis organization, and there is simply no comparison.

Ogawa treated Kimishima with such respect because he wanted his recommendation. As far as he knew, this senior from Aihara High School seemed to be ranked quite high there.

If successful, his tennis career will be completely transformed.

"U-17!"

Yamaura's expression changed slightly. As a former ATP-ranked professional player (ranked 132nd) and the chairman of the largest tennis club in Kanto, he didn't need to care about the words of a mere tennis model.

But the other party represents U-17, which involves the core of his plan.

His gaze shifted to Kimishima: "Kimishima-kun, do you think so too?"

Kimishima, who is active in the Japanese tennis world, is ranked high in the U-17 category and enjoys considerable influence, which is common knowledge.

He's been in the entertainment industry since childhood, acting in movies, and recently signed a five-year contract to endorse a beverage advertisement. His active presence makes it clear to discerning observers that he is the face of U-17.

If these clubs and sponsors can establish connections with the U-17 team, even if they only get a small share of the leftover resources, the quality of their players will definitely improve significantly.

This is the reason why Yamaura contacted Kimishima this time.

He wants to get on board the U-17!

Therefore, he must first ask for the other party's opinion.

Kimishima adjusted his glasses and smiled, "Shuji's meaning is my meaning."

"This……"

Yamaura was about to say something when he saw Kimishima smiling as he pulled a badge out of his pocket, with the number '7' clearly engraved on it.

No. 7?!

Ogawa's pupils contracted, while Yamaura's gaze flickered.

Even though they knew that Junjima was ranked very high, they didn't expect that he was ranked seventh in that training camp.

It's important to know that this place is a gathering place for the most elite high school tennis players in Japan. Each of them would be an ace player if placed in a regular club's youth training base.

Junjima, on the other hand, stands above hundreds of elites, which demonstrates just how terrifying his strength truly is.

"Ok."

Yamaura sighed, his face bitter, and said with difficulty, "In that case, I'll only sign one. Sanada is yours, I only need Niou..."

After saying that, he sighed with regret.

"This guy..."

Taneshima's eyes crinkled into a smile as he shook his head and said, "Sorry, we want both of them."

"no!"

Yamaura's expression changed, his eyebrows furrowed, and he said coldly, "As the chairman of a club, I'm making such a big concession just to give face to Kimishima and your U-17 team. Don't push your luck."

"Old fox!"

Taneshima knew perfectly well that Yamaura probably never expected to get one of the two spots, which is why he chose the most mysterious Niou.

"Ugh……"

He sighed, shook his head, and took out something similar to the previous Junjima badge, slowly opening his palm.

"what?"

Upon seeing the numbers, Yamaura's expression changed.

Recalling the events of the past, he realized to himself, "So that's how it is."

"No wonder, no wonder Kimishima, who was always so active, seemed to be just an extra. It turns out that the one in charge... is him!"

No. 2!

He was second only to the team leader in the entire U-17 team.

Such a person can largely represent the opinions of the U-17 coaches, and even the attitude of the head coach.

"Oh."

Taneshima smiled and said, "Of course, as compensation, I will pass on your thoughts to the head coach."

"Well."

Yamaura nodded, relieved, and smiled, "Then let's discuss the rest of the contract in my office."

The two nodded, leaving behind a stunned Ogawa and a bewildered Ozaki, and followed Yamaura away.

"I go first."

Inside the stadium, Sanada, having finished packing up his things, greeted Niou and turned to leave.

Watching his retreating figure, Niou sighed inwardly, "Sanada, your Wind, Forest, Fire, Mountain technique actually has a fatal weakness..."

On the other side, in Tokyo, under a certain overpass.

"Whoosh..."

The boy lowered his head, breathing heavily, while the stern-faced young man in front of him said, "Echizen, stand up!"

Time flies, and it's already five o'clock in the afternoon.

Renou spent the entire day wandering around the club. But strangely, no one from Yamaura came to talk to him about signing a contract.

On the way home, Beiyuan leaned quietly on his shoulder.

Splash...

The car jolted, and the book that was tucked under the girl's arm fell off. Niou picked it up, was taken aback at first, and then gave a wry smile.

He carefully put the book, titled "Basic Tutorial for Tennis Agents," back down. Looking at the girl sleeping peacefully, a thought struck him, and he gently flicked her nose.

Chapter 85 Before the Finals [5/5, Please Subscribe!]

Five days passed in the blink of an eye.

At 3:30 p.m., after handing the tennis club over to Kitaen management, the regular players went to Kindaichi General Hospital.

Everyone's here!

Yukimura, lying on his sickbed, put away his book and said with a smile, "Please sit down."

But the room was too small to fit seven people, so only the carefree Kirihara and the uninhibited Marui sat down.

He smiled with satisfaction and said, "I know about everyone's performance."

Even without Yukimura, Rikkai won both the regional and prefectural championships with a resounding victory. And against national-level players like Tachibana and Atobe, Rikkai maintained their perfect record.

Victory is the standard for Rikkai, the reigning champions, and also Yukimura's long-held tennis philosophy. Rikkai aims to win the championship, and more importantly, to reign supreme in the entire junior high school tennis world with an undefeated record.

His gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on King Ren, and he nodded in satisfaction.

The other party performed even better than he had expected.

Tachibana and Atobe are both top players in the country, especially the latter, who is someone that even Sanada cannot underestimate.

But Niou defeated the two of them.

Like stepping stones and whetstones, his matches against the two opponents honed his skills to new heights, making him increasingly mysterious. To the point that Yukimura now finds it increasingly difficult to understand the man before him.

"Yukimura, please proceed with the surgery with peace of mind. We will bring the trophy back in tomorrow's match."

As soon as Sanada started to speak, everyone nodded and said, "That's right, Yukimura (the captain), you can proceed with the surgery with peace of mind."

"Yes, I'm very relieved."

Yukimura smiled and nodded. After talking for half an hour, Sanada stood up and said, "It's getting late, we should head back now."

But just as everyone stepped outside, Yukimura said, "Sanada, wait a moment, I have something to say to you privately."

Upon hearing this, the group understood and retreated outside the ward.

"what's up?"

Sanada, carrying a tennis bag and wearing a baseball cap, seemed less serious than usual. Unlike the others, he had known Yukimura for six or seven years and knew very well what kind of person Yukimura was. Leaving him behind alone must mean something important.

"Has Niou given you any advice recently?"

"suggestion……?"