Tennis: Let you take charge of the youth school, and all become professionals

"What do you think our conditions are?"

"The transportation costs to the training camp were all earned from working part-time along the way."

"Where did I get the spare glasses..."

Kimura Nagashiro shook his head helplessly, looking at the glasses of other teams with some envy.

He has been using his glasses for nearly 390 years.

At this moment.

Inui Sadaharu walked towards the students of Higa Junior High School carrying a tennis bag.

"If you don't mind, you can use it first!"

Inui Sadaharu said as he unzipped his racket bag.

Neat rows of glasses, the same style as Inui Sadaharu's, filled the entire racket bag.

One minute later.

All the students of Higa Junior High School.

They all wore the same custom-made square glasses designed by Inui Sadaharu.

It looks quite funny and interesting.

Seeing this, the high school students nearby followed suit.

Borrow glasses from each other.

What's more, he actually took out the telescope he carried with him.

Second floor balcony.

Mifune Nyudo and several coaches from Kurobe lay comfortably on the reclining chairs.

The tea table in front of me was filled with delicious snacks and cappuccino. The parasol above my head blocked the sunlight. Looking down from the second floor, I had a clear view of the stadium, which was very pleasant.

“I never thought there would be such a great viewing spot on the second floor.”

"Asshole Saito, if you had told me earlier, we wouldn't have to go down and sit in that hard stone auditorium!"

Mifunerudo couldn't help but curse, took out the wine gourd from his waist and took a big sip.

within a short period of time.

All spectators on the field retreated 25 meters away.

145. Mr. Atobe really loves Tezuka!

At the entrance of the training camp.

The 5-meter-high iron gate slowly opened.

An old woman in pink and a middle-aged man in black monk's clothing walked into the training camp.

"Old woman, how did you get the qualification to enter the training camp?"

Echizen Nanjiro was wearing wooden clogs, and there was a "crunching" sound coming from his feet. While walking, he reached out to scratch the itch on his chest.

"It's not easy to get into the training camp. Just apply."

Coach Ryuuzaki had a calm expression on his face.

"Apply? When did you become so famous? You actually applied for the qualification to participate in the training camp? You must be kidding! Do they know you?"

Echizen Nanjiro obviously didn't believe it and rolled his eyes.

Listen to your nonsense, old woman.

“They really don’t know me.”

Coach Ryuzaki spread his hands helplessly.

"I don't know you?" Echizen Nanjiro stopped and looked puzzled. "Then how did you apply for the qualification to enter the training camp? You didn't hook up with that old pervert in the training camp!"

"Fool!"

Coach Ryuuzaki used a thirty-year-long continuous iron punch to hit Echizen Nanjiro on the head.

"They didn't know me, so I gave you your name."

"Echizen Nanjiro's connections and reputation."

"Isn't it easy to get into the U-17 training camp?! Is it necessary to sell out my shameless appearance that brings disaster to the country and the people?"

I listened to Coach Ryuuzaki's words.

Echizen Nanjiro tried hard to suppress his nausea, and a black line appeared on his forehead.

No wonder this old woman insisted on dragging me to visit the training camp.

He even threatened me with my collection of photos!

hateful!

"Hmm? There seem to be a lot of people over there. It's quite lively."

The two noticed the movement on Court No. 1.

Just wanted to go over to find out.

The U-17 staff, wearing white work clothes and white hats, appeared in front of them to greet them.

"Mr. Echizen Nanjiro, Coach Mifune and others have prepared afternoon tea on the second-floor balcony. Please go over and taste it."

The staff member was leading the way as he spoke, but suddenly he felt like he had forgotten something and turned back.

The old lady who was traveling with him was looking at him with resentment on her face.

"Um... Madam... please follow me as well."

……

the other side.

Atobe Keigo looked at the bustling Court No. 1.

A smile appeared on his face.

"I'm sure Tezuka is also looking forward to watching this match..."

talking.

Atobe Keigo snapped his fingers.

Karaji behind him immediately understood what he meant and took out a phone and handed it to Atobe Keigo.

……

Gain the country.

Professional tennis players club.

Two people were practicing tennis against each other on the tennis court.

A muscular bald man wearing a black sportswear.

He is the current professional tennis player from the United States, Borg.

The other is Kunimitsu Tezuka, who just reported to the club a while ago.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-"

A rapid telephone ring rang.

Kunimitsu Tezuka was stunned and lost the ball.

He turned to look at his phone, obviously concerned.

"We've been training for two hours, take a break, Guoguang."

"It is also necessary to combine work and rest."

Borg obviously saw the condition of Tezuka Kunimitsu.

Knowing that his attention was completely on the phone, he spoke immediately.

"Well, thank you."

Tezuka Kunimitsu nodded and walked towards the lounge chair.

It’s not that he’s easily distracted.

Because that mobile phone number is a private number.

Not many people know that number, only a handful, and they are all very important people.

"Hey?"

"Atobe?"

"What? Coach Chen Fan and Sakura No.1 are competing?"

"Of course, what do you think?"

"Satellite live broadcast? Data transmission?"

"Ok, I see."

"Thank you, Atobe."

“I have a very fulfilling life in Germany.”

Snap——!!

Tezuka Kunimitsu hung up the phone.

He opened his backpack and took out the laptop he carried with him.

I opened the webpage, typed in “Atobe Group Satellite” and pressed Enter.

The web page screen instantly jumped to distant cherry blossoms.

U-17 intensive training pitch No. 1.

The figures of Chen Fan and the Byodoin Phoenix are clearly visible.

Atobe Keigo wanted to let Kunimitsu Tezuka, who was far away in Tokugawa, see this game.

The satellite of the Atobe Group was specially called upon.

This allowed Kunimitsu Tezuka to watch the game in real time and clearly from all angles.

"Echizen, Oishi, Atobe, Sanada, Yukimura, Eiji, Kaido..."

Watching the familiar faces in the stadium on the screen.

Tezuka Kunimitsu smiled with relief.

"Coach Chen Fan, you really found a way to get the loser group back."

"Thank you, Coach Chen Fan..."

……

the other side.

After hanging up the phone, Keigo Atobe looked up at the sky and a smile appeared on his face.

After successfully allowing Kunimitsu Tezuka to watch the game, he felt relieved and turned his attention to the tennis court.

On the field.

They were the only two left within a 25-meter radius.

Even the referee was told to evacuate urgently.

Stand at a distance and use binoculars and radio to announce the scores.

The competition between Chen Fan and Byodoin Phoenix also officially began.

".¨The weak coaching staff has been staying in this U-17 training camp and has never seen the world, right?"

"If you don't want to be carried away lying on the ground like Tokugawa, admit your mistake sooner and I will stop in time."

Byodoin Phoenix said calmly.