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

Tennis Court No. 2.

At this moment, the place is already surrounded by players from the U-17 team.

Among them are high school students as well as junior high school students who were newly recruited this year.

As for the junior high school students from Seigaku and Shitenhoji, there was nothing wrong with them not being called up, mainly because they are still in the national competition period.

It will take until the national competition is over before Takeshi Momoshiro and others will come to the U-17 training camp.

"Hurry, hurry, the game is about to start on Court 2!"

"What's going on? It seems like today is not a shuffle match?"

"The shuffle match on Court 2 is today? No way!"

"I think it was the shuffle battle on Saturday."

"Didn't the match just start on Court 2 yesterday?"

"So who are we playing against in Court 2 today? Court 1?"

"Hey! Don't you know? Today we are competing against the team returning from overseas!"

"Is this true? The overseas returnees? Wouldn't that mean they are the first in this year's world championship?"

"Yes, yes, yes! It's them. I heard that they will be heading to the world's top tennis school, Babulu College, tomorrow!"

"Competing with the world's number one? This is something to watch carefully!"

"Yeah! I heard that during the World Championship, tickets were hard to come by at a high price!"

"Make way! Make room for me!"

There were more and more people gathering around the tennis court.

Some of them came to join in the fun, and some came to learn and observe.

The tennis court was surrounded by two circles inside and outside.

Almost all the players in the U-17 training camp have arrived.

And it is still moving closer.

As the crowd exclaimed.

The returning group in black jackets who had challenged Chen Fan and the others also entered the venue.

"Here we go! It's Shiranui from pitch number 1!"

“And Fujiwara Kai on Court 1!”

"Saito Asuka from Court 2 is here too!"

"Almost all the monsters from the U-17 training camp are here! What a big scene!"

"That's for sure! After all, the person we're competing against is a world champion! Even the high school team is far beyond our reach!"

......

"Oh, I didn't expect there were so many people."

Chen Fan looked calm as he slowly walked into Court No. 2.

Behind him, Echizen Ryuga, Yukimura Seiichi, Tanejima Shuji and others also followed in.

Yukimura Seiichi: “We were also on court No. 2 at the time.”

Atobe Keigo: "But when it comes down to it, the training camp is really slack right now. There are so many people coming to watch the game during this training time."

Shuji Tanejima: "It must be the tacit approval of Coach Kurobe and Coach Mifune."

Chen Fan and his group, wearing the uniforms of the Sakura team, were facing off against the black jacket group on Court No. 2.

Just standing on the court.

The fighting spirit of the returning group in black jackets suddenly emerged.

Chen Fan and the others looked relaxed, as if they were out for a picnic.

In the black jacket group.

The little devil with the white hat came out impatiently.

He is a very promising rookie among this junior high school students, Shiranui.

His personality is not much different from Ryoma Echizen, both of them are little brats who like to act smart.

He came to the center of the court, picked up the racket in his hand and pointed it at Chen Fan.

"Hey! Come down and fight with me?"

The corners of Shiranui's mouth showed the arrogance of a young man, exactly the same as Ryoma Echizen at the beginning.

Chen Fan did not answer, but looked at him quietly.

Standing next to him, Seiichi Yukimura, wearing a coat and holding a racket in his hand, slowly walked to the center of the court.

"Little friend, you can't deal with him!"

"If you still want to continue playing tennis, you should wait until you are in high school before challenging him!"

"How about you change the difficulty and compete with me? As long as you can make my coat fall to the ground, you win. How about that?"

Yukimura Seiichi said with a smile on his face.

"Okay! But you'd better take back your last words."

"It's a little unfair to just let your coat fall to the ground, isn't it?"

"No, why don't you try it?"

Facing Shiranui's doubt, Yukimura Seiichi spoke slowly, as if he was coaxing a child.

"Humph, arrogant guy."

Shiranui muttered, turning and walking towards the baseline of the court.

The opening game was his serve.

He slowly took out a tennis ball from his pocket.

"Let your coat fall off right now!"

Shiranui said.

Toss the tennis ball high in the air.

Boom——! !

The tennis ball was hit, flew over the net and towards Yukimura Seiichi's front court.

Seiichi Yukimura hurriedly ran towards the net, as if he didn't have time to catch the ball.

He stumbled a step, and the front end of the racket just hit the tennis ball, which flew directly back to Shiranui's court in the form of a high lob.

"Humph, you are nothing special! Everything is within my calculations!"

Shiranui raised a confident smile.

His body had already been waiting at the baseline, and when he saw Yukimura Seiichi's lob, he jumped into the air.

boom--! !

The tennis ball went accurately towards the baseline of Seiichi Yukimura.

"No! It's too late!"

A hint of nervousness appeared on Yukimura Seiichi's face.

He hurriedly ran back from the net to the baseline to save the ball.

however.

After all, it was still a step too far.

This ball was scored directly by Shiranui.

"Hey! Your coat fell off. Does that mean I win? Or you can take back what you said just now."

Opposite the stadium.

Shiranui's voice was slightly teasing, and her face revealed a hint of disdain.

Yukimura Seiichi looked grim and bent down to pick up his coat.

"I did what I said. I lost this game."

· ··Request flowers·· ·

Done.

Seiichi Yukimura turned around and left the court.

......

Boom——! !

The tennis ball landed on the ground and instantly crossed the Shiranui court.

"This round is won by Yukimura Seiichi!"

"Since Shiranui is unable to continue the match, this round is deemed a forfeit!"

The referee's voice sounded.

There was silence all around.

on the field.

Yukimura Seiichi turned around and glanced at Shiranui, who was lying on the ground with white eyes, with a smile on his face.

"Have you had a dream of victory?"

......

"So... so strong! He actually beat Shiranui to unconsciousness?"

"What do you mean by losing consciousness? That's considered a waiver, and he fell into a dream! I've seen this skill in a tennis magazine! It seems to be called [Dream]!"

"There was absolutely no room to fight back! Not even a chance to struggle. Is this the world champion team this year?"

..... ... ...

"It is said that they are at the level of professional players! Sure enough, the gap is still too big!"

"Are they really in the first year of high school like us?"

The spectators were completely shocked when they saw this game.

They are all tennis elites selected from middle schools and colleges in Sakura Country.

I thought I was already at the top of the Cherry Blossom Country.

I didn’t expect that the ceiling of Sakura Country would be so high!

Coach monitoring room.

"Oh my, this year's high school students are far from being as strong as last year's batch. They can't shake the status of Chen Fan and his group at all."

Coach Kurobe looked at the surveillance video and shook his head helplessly.

"You must be joking. Chen Fan and his companions are all rare geniuses that only appear once in a century. They appear every year. Our Sakura Country has already won the world championship. Do we have to wait until this year?"

Coach Mifune rolled his eyes at him, picked up the wine jug in his hand and continued drinking.

On court 2.

Atobe Keigo stood in the middle of the court holding a racket.

"Hey Hey hey......"

"Can someone who can fight a little please?"

"Is there such a lack of talent in this year's U-17 training camp?"

"Can you let me open my eyes?"

Atobe Keigo's arrogant voice echoed in the tennis court.