Prince of Tennis Fraudster

Shanpu smiled and said: "Happy cooperation!"

The 51% stake wasn't his entire stake; it was pooled together by all the shareholders. By using this small stake to lock in a fighter destined to be a world-class talent, and potentially even the next Nanjiro the Samurai, they were guaranteed to make a profit.

And Niou, too, got what he wanted.

One platform that will solidify his future status in the tennis world!

Chapter 171 Tezuka's Heart

Central court.

As the match came to an end, only staff members remained to clean up the dilapidated stadium. This stadium will face another test in two days.

"Young man, what are you still watching? The game is over..."

At that moment, the middle-aged Black man who was cleaning the stands glanced at the young man in front of him, wearing a blue and white striped jacket and carrying a tennis bag, and frowned, saying, "Wait, aren't you...aren't you that..."

He frowned, unable to recall the young man's name. Finally, he gave up, shaking his head and saying, "Anyway, you're the kid who represented Germany in the match just now, right?"

"Ah."

The young man, Tezuka, nodded.

At this moment, he had changed his clothes again into Seigaku's tennis team jacket. Because he had decided to withdraw from the German U-17 team.

After living here for more than a month, he has come to understand a principle.

No matter how good the training conditions are in Germany, it's ultimately not a place he can stay for long.

The older Black man thought for a moment and comforted him, "Young man, don't be discouraged. Losing the game is nothing. Go back and practice hard, and come back next year!"

"Thank you."

Tezuka nodded, took one last look at the place with a slightly complicated expression, and turned to leave.

He stood on the opposite side of the Japanese team, while the German team he longed for didn't hesitate to 'sell' him. At this moment, he felt like a rootless duckweed, not knowing where to go.

He is not worried about his future, not even his career.

Based on his performance in the World Cup, even if he doesn't become a contracted player for a world-class company like Siegemund, many other companies and tennis clubs would welcome him with open arms.

Just now, he received invitations from five world tennis clubs. Three of them are in Europe, and the other two are in the United States and Melbourne, where he is currently located.

However, he refused them all.

It wasn't that he was arrogant, but rather that he was self-aware.

Although Sigmund Pharmaceuticals was ruthless, it taught him a lesson. He was still weak; even if he was good enough to be considered a near-world-class player, compared to that person, his current strength was nothing.

He will try to become a professional, but that's something to do after he becomes world-class.

tread!

tread!

In the empty corridor, Tezuka's steady footsteps echoed. Although he had nowhere to go, he was not lost; the blood in his veins was merely dormant, ready to melt steel at any moment.

"Whoosh..."

Outside the venue, a middle-aged white man looked around. When he spotted a certain figure, he ran over with delight.

"Mr. Ren, Niwang..."

The young man arm-in-arm with his female companion was none other than Niou. The girl was Kitazono, who was calmly observing the white young man before her.

He wore an unidentifiable designer suit, a finely crafted watch, and his center-parted hair was disheveled from jogging, still smelling of hair wax.

After a couple of glances, she was certain that the person in front of her was a fairly successful individual. Furthermore, the unintentional look of disdain in his eyes suggested he was the personal secretary of someone of high status.

Upon hearing the man's words, Niou raised an eyebrow with a hint of surprise and smiled, asking, "Who are you?"

"I forgot to introduce myself, I am Gray from Sigmund Pharmaceuticals..."

Sigmund Pharmaceuticals?

Upon hearing this name, Bei Yuan's delicate eyebrows trembled involuntarily.

This is a world-class corporation with reach extending to almost every industry globally. In its core pharmaceutical business, it is undoubtedly a behemoth.

Sigmund is one of the sponsors of this World Cup.

"Sign a contract?"

After hearing the man's words, Renou looked somewhat troubled and shook his head, saying, "Mr. Gray, it would have been better if you had arrived ten minutes earlier. But unfortunately, I have already signed a contract with the Yamaura Tennis Club."

"Yamaura Tennis Club? In Japan?"

Gray raised an eyebrow, then sneered, "Japan doesn't seem to have any world-class tennis clubs, does it?"

Those world-class tennis clubs, to put it bluntly, are just branches of large corporations in the tennis world. Siegemund acquired controlling stakes in two world-class tennis clubs after the start of this World Cup.

"Remove it!"

Gray shook his head and said, "Mr. Renwang, although I don't know how you were tricked by them, I hope you can tear up this contract. Sigmund will pay the breach of contract penalty for you."

"Really?"

Niou blinked, and said with a hint of excitement, "If that's really the case, then that would be perfect."

Gray nodded confidently and said, "Don't worry, we mean what we say."

But when he took the contract and looked at it, his expression became incredibly interesting.

"225 billion... US dollars?"

This isn't Japanese yen, nor Korean won, it's US dollars, US dollars!

250 billion!

What concept?

Even for a world-class top company, such a huge loss is a devastating blow, instantly bringing it to the brink of collapse and bankruptcy.

His face darkened, and his gaze toward King Ren turned cold: "Are you kidding me?"

"How could that be?"

The latter shrugged and said, "Look for yourself, it has my signature on it, as well as the signature of the president of the Yamaura Club."

puff!

Gray suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood, and finally had no choice but to walk away with a gloomy face.

After he left, Bei Yuan shook his head and smiled, "You added that penalty fee yourself, didn't you?"

"Ah."

Renwang nodded; he wasn't afraid of what Sigmund might do to him. After all, he was still too young, too young for Sigmund to be of any interest.

tread!

At that moment, a figure dressed in blue and white stepped out from the revolving door.

"Ah, the main character has arrived."

Renwang smiled, released Beiyuan's hand, and, holding an envelope marked 'Invitation', went over to greet him.

Chapter 172 Before the Finals

"Tezuka, where are we going..."

Niou greeted them with a smile, looking at Tezuka, who was wearing a blue and white coat.

This is the World Cup, and the opposing team, a member of the German team, is wearing a Seigaku jacket, the meaning of which is self-evident.

"Oh, it's you..."

Seeing Niou suddenly emerge from the crowd, Tezuka was still somewhat dazed. "I probably wasn't paying much attention just now, but his aura is becoming increasingly well concealed."

When Nioh Phantom doesn't need to deliberately expose himself, others generally won't easily notice this young man with long blue hair and an unconventional appearance.

"Is there a problem?"

He looked at the King of Ren in front of him. The other party didn't seem like the kind of person who would come to his door for no reason. Moreover, the King of Ren hadn't hidden the envelope in his hand at all; he was just holding it openly.

Niou smiled faintly and said, "Want to go back to the Japanese team?"

"Well……"

Tezuka was stunned. He had guessed that the other party was inviting him, but he hadn't expected it to be so direct. He frowned slightly, thought carefully for a moment, and finally shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, although I have retired from the German team, I will not be returning to the Japanese team."

"Of course!"

He then added, "I won't go to any other teams either."

Is that so?

Niou shrugged, but his smile deepened.

He didn't press further or put any pressure on him, but Tezuka added the following sentences himself. Under normal circumstances, given the other person's personality and style, he would never say such things.

Is she arrogant?

Renou shook his head inwardly and asked, "Then what are you going to do? Do you want to give up tennis and bury your talent?"

"No!"

Tezuka shook his head: "I should go back to Seigaku first to prepare for the exam."

Japan also has a junior high school entrance exam, and it's no less rigorous than the one in Nioh's previous life. After all, the number of good private and public junior high schools is limited, and excellent educational resources are concentrated in those areas, so taking the exam is the only option.

Niou asked with a half-smile, "And then?"

"Then……"

Tezuka frowned slightly. Although his opponent wasn't pressing him too hard, the sense of urgency made him very uncomfortable. In his perception, the pressure from Niou was even greater than that from Polk.

"Profession."

He didn't mince words, stating directly, "I will prepare for entering the professional world, and in the meantime, I don't want to be distracted by anything else."

"Oh."

Upon hearing this, Niou smiled noncommittally. He glanced at Tezuka, whose gaze was firm but whose pupils seemed to lack something, and shook his head, saying, "I don't want to advise you, nor do I have any obligation to do so. However, as the captain of the national team, I have a responsibility to pass this thing on to you."

As he spoke, he handed over the letter. The latter thought for a moment, then took it.

"That's settled then. I need to prepare for the final the day after tomorrow. See you again sometime."