My Tennis Treasure, Starting From Polk's Retention!

0092 Junior high school student who beat Camus! Echizen Ryoga: I'm a tennis player!

Inside the JapanU-17 training camp.

The three Yukio Kurobe are sorting out the one-day training data of each player in the current training camp.

Sudden!

"Ring ring ring—"

The landline next to Yukio Kurobe rang, and after he raised his hand to connect, the deep and complex voice of Mifūne Nyudō rang from inside.

"Something went wrong! Come here, old man!"

Hearing this sentence, Yukio Kurobe's heart trembled.

problem occurs?!

Cliff of Heart.

At a bonfire, Kurobe Yukio and the three looked dull.

Just now they learned an extremely exaggerated news from San Mifūne Nyudō San.

French U-17 captain Leopold Camus....defeated!!

and!!

The one who beat the opponent turned out to be... Kitagawa!!

This name is almost an extremely "taboo" name for JapanU-17 at this stage.

Because the opponent not only refused to join the Japan U-17 training camp, but even threw out Hyotei Gakuen, who came to the door in person.

Although only Yukio Kurobe knew about this matter, almost no one would take the initiative to mention Kitagawa if he wanted to stay in the Japan U-17 training camp.

Yukio Kurobe, who came back to his senses, tentatively asked San Mifūne Nyudō San at the first time: "Head coach... It is a viewing game after all! Besides, it is a doubles game! This result may not be Without Polk's credit?"

Saitō Itaru and Takushuku Ryuji also nodded.

"That's right! Polk's strength is almost recognized as the strongest player among the U-17 players. With him, Kitagawa's victory may not have a high gold content! If it is a one-on-one singles match, maybe this match will be the best." It has reference value!"

"No matter how strong Kitagawa is, he should be comparable to half the world class! It shouldn't be such an exaggeration to say that he defeated Camus?! You must know that he is only a first-year middle school student! If the top four generals are defeated like this... …how can that be called world class?!”

The words of the three made Mifūne Nyudōsan's already gloomy face twitch slightly.

"Hmph! Would you care if Polke and Kitagawa beat Camus together?"

"This game is far more complicated than you think!"

"It seems to be just an ordinary pre-tour viewing game! And it's still in the form of doubles!"

"However, there are U-17 World Cup organizers behind the scenes to fuel the flames! I have already asked, this game is more to test the acceptance of the audience under the new rules!"

"In this match, Polk never touched tennis! The middle school student Camus partnered with was probably in the middle of the national level, but was injured by Kitagawa's light hit!"

"From the second game, it is equivalent to a singles match between Kitagawa and Camus!"

"6-3! This score may have a certain amount of water, but compared to the age gap between the two and the time gap between the two... It's not worth mentioning at all!"

Mifūne Nyudō San's words made Yukio Kurobe and the three of them look at each other in dismay.

"Could it be possible...to treat Kitagawa as a world-class player?! Then...if there is one more world-class player in the German U-17 junior high school team, how should we deal with it?"

Kurobe Yukio frowned, and for a while he had no countermeasures.

San Mifūne Nyudō San was silent, he shook his head and walked to the campfire with his hands behind his back, and took a deep sip from his flagon.

Looking at the direction of the west in the night sky, his eyes are deep.

at the same time.

The United States U-17, Swiss U-17, Spain U-17 and other strong teams in the U-17 World Cup have all heard the news.

The name Kitagawa had already appeared in their field of vision before.

Now he actually defeated the French U-17 player Camus on the court.

This kind of thing undoubtedly shocked most players in the U-17 World Cup.

Indonesia.

Inside a hotel room.

A group of high school students in red and white jerseys are gathered around.

"Boss! What's the matter? Call us all here! Those useless Indonesians provoked me just now! Let's see how I punish them in today's expedition!!"

A man with long dark purple hair, a thin figure and a stern face spoke loudly, and there was a hint of sickness in his eyes.

Tohno Atsukyo!

JapanU-17 representative team first army NO.8!

Known as "The Executioner in the Court", the ball storm is raging, and the excitement and excitement can be obtained by hearing the wailing and tragedy of the opponent when he is executed in the court.

After hearing his words, everyone present frowned slightly.

"Tohno, since the boss brought us here, he obviously has something to announce...I advise you to keep your mouth shut..."

"Otherwise, I don't know whether you will go to the hospital to lie down or play the game..."

A high school boy with gold-rimmed glasses and a gentle complexion spoke lightly.

It seems to be admonishing, but the tone has a little teasing meaning to Tohno Atsukyo.

Kimijima.

JapanU-17 representative team first army NO.7!

Known as the "negotiator on the court," he was also Tohno Atsukyo's doubles partner.

However, the relationship between the two is obviously different from that of ordinary doubles partners.

It's a bit of a dislike for each other!

Seeing that Tohno Atsukyo clenched his fist, he wanted to speak angrily and ask the other party to explain clearly.

A cold shout came from the mouth of the "boss" in the crowd: "Go back to me if you make any noise!"

As soon as this word came out.

A stern look flashed across Tohno Atsukyo's eyes looking towards Kimijima's direction, then he snorted coldly, swallowed back the words he hadn't spoken, and turned his head away.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone in the room, the "boss" with his back behind his back slowly turned around.

He has a rough face, long light yellow hair, and an old scar on his forehead.

You can tell the other person's character at first glance.

overbearing.

ferocious.

The strength in the eyes alone is enough to make many senior high school voices who are obviously Japan U-17 expeditionary forces subconsciously avoid their eyes.

Byōdō in Hōō!

Japan U-17 representative team leader!

It is the NO.1 of the JapanU-17 representative team!

Everyone in this room is the Japan Expeditionary Force!

In order to get points to participate in this year's U-17 World Cup, he will fight for the world.

Tonight is the day when they complete the expedition with the Indonesian U-17 team.

"snort!"

Seeing that they were silent, Byōdōin Hōō snorted coldly and stood up.

"I just received the news that the French U-17 leader... Camus lost! He was defeated by a junior high school student!"

His words made everyone present startled.

One of the world-class top four Camus generals......

Lost to a middle school student?!

How can this be!!

"Boss, how could Gong Miao lose to a middle school student?! It's impossible!"

In the crowd, a man with a strong figure, even a head taller than Byōdōin Hōō, and a man with a wide body came out.

Judging from his appearance, he is obviously of mixed race.

His eyebrows are more of European descent.

Duke·Watanabe!

Japanese and French mixed blood.

Japan U17 representative team NO.3!

He was once a member of the last French U-17 team.

In the U-17 World Cup, he even has the title of "Wrecking King".

Now follow Byōdōin Hōō to JapanU-17!

Camus was once a close friend with him. Although he did not blame him when he left the French U-17 Camus, the relationship between the two became less and less due to the different camps.

Now that he heard that a world-class opponent was defeated by a middle school student, he naturally couldn't believe it the most.

Byōdōin Hōō seemed to have guessed the opponent's reaction long ago.

Tell me the news you just got.

After everyone present listened, they all showed a look of horror.

Duke-Watanabe's complexion was even more complicated.

6-3.......

When Polk didn't make a shot, his old friend lost to a 13-year-old middle school student in almost a one-on-one match.

"What the hell is this guy named Kitagawa? Why do I feel like I've heard this name somewhere?"

Inside the room, a red-haired high school student asked while scratching his head while touching his chin.

Mōri Juzaburō!

The only freshman player of the Japan U-17 team.

Ranked NO.10!

After his words fell, a man holding a laptop was typing on the keyboard, and Kitagawa's photo and some identity information soon appeared on the computer screen.

"your name!"

"Remember the previous U-17 World Cup organizers arranged for the German U-17 to go to the training camp to play an exchange game?"

"Coach Kurobe's opponent is Tokugawa Kazuya... He played one set with Q.P who came to the game and got zero seals. The second set was played with this middle school student named Kitagawa!"

While the man was talking, everyone came together to check the information on the other party's computer screen.

And this man is the "military adviser" in the JapanU-17 representative team.

Same! Also a strong data tennis player!

Mitsuya Akuto!

Currently ranked NO.17 in the First Army!

"At the age of 8, he had elite tennis training in Germany. At the age of 13, he was selected into the Helen training camp and won the Helen Cup! Became the youngest winner in the history of the Helen Cup?!"

"Come to Japan 3 months ago.....Current. Hyotei Gakuen Tennis Department Head?!"

"In the match between Germany U-17 and South Korea U-17, under the new rules, under the new rules, I played against the South Korean U-17 main player Park Zhengyi under the new rules. Park Zhengyi abandoned #?!"

"..."

Seeing the short but scary resume, everyone present widened their eyes.

Mōri Juzaburō immediately looked at the tall man beside him who was at least 1.9 meters tall and almost 2 meters tall.

The bangs of the other party's hair were so long that they covered his eyelids. Although the expression on his face looked very indifferent, it was not difficult to see the other party's surprise.

………seeking flowers… 0

Tsukimitsu Ochi!

Japan U-17 First Army NO.9!

"Ochi-senpai!! He...he is Minister Hyotei?!"

"You... don't you know?!"

Many people present heard Mōri Juzaburō's words and all looked in the direction of Tsukimitsu Ochi.

After all, when the opponent was in junior high school, he was also the head of Hyotei Gakuen's tennis club.

It is in the hands of the other party that Hyotei Gakuen's reputation as a national giant has started.

Facing everyone's puzzled eyes, Tsukimitsu Ochi shook his head: "I don't know, I rarely ask about the affairs of the middle school

! Besides, when he joined Hyotei we were already on the expedition!"

Everyone didn't delve into his answer.

"alright……………"

"This kid named Kitagawa really deserves some serious attention!"

"However, how far his strength has reached, you can only know after seeing it with your own eyes!"

"I tell you this, just to let you understand one thing!"

"Although something happened in the U-17 World Cup this year, the goal of Japan U-17 has never changed!"

"Dominate the world!!"

Byōdōin Hōō spoke in a deep voice at this time, without any fear or sway in his tone because of Kitagawa's appearance.

It seems that no one can stand in front of him and prevent him from completing what he calls the conquest of the world tennis world.

The high school students in the room also said in a low voice at this time: "Yes!"

A few minutes later.

As everyone in the room left, they were ready to go to the Indonesian U-17 training camp for an expedition.

Byōdōin Hōō looked at the laptop that Mitsuya Akuto did not take.

He raised his hand to touch the keyboard, and Chuan's photo appeared on the screen again.

"A tennis genius beyond the recognition of the world..."

"I hope your strength is as strong as the outside world has said! Otherwise... you will be completely destroyed in the world court!"

Whispering to himself, a stern light flashed in his eyes.

after one day.

The lobby of the luxury hotel arranged by the organizers of the Paris Tour.

Polk stepped out of the elevator with Kitagawa, who was carrying a tennis bag.

However, compared to the appearance when he first landed at Charles de Gaulle Airport, he has already put on a mask.

no way.

Defeating Camus and Plance in the viewing game, he is now like a sweet potato in the eyes of French journalists.

That night, I was just watching the first game of the Polk Tour in the auditorium. After the game, I was recognized by reporters and the crowd was packed.

So today, leaving France for Japan, masks are already a must.

"Okay, don't send me off! There are probably a lot of reporters outside!"

"When they see you, my mask is almost the same as if I didn't wear it!"

Polke nodded immediately when he heard what Kitagawa said: "Okay! Q.P has already looked for me in the morning, and the junior high school student named Atobe Keigo will send you off before the date you mentioned.

Back to Japan!"

"Tezuka Kunimitsu's arm has also started treatment!"

Kitagawa smiled: "I don't worry about you arranging this kind of thing! Let's go!"

After that, he walked out of the hotel with his tennis bag on his back.

Seeing Kitagawa leaving the hotel entrance, Polk turned around and prepared to go back to the room.

But before he could take a step, he heard the noise outside the hotel.

"Kitagawa!! Kitagawa player!! Don't run away!! We just want to do an interview!!"

"Please wait for us! We have no malicious intentions!!"

"Just a few minutes!! Just a few minutes!!"

"Kitagawa player!!!"

2 hours later.

Charles de Gaulle Airport.

With a tennis bag on his back and a mask on, Kitagawa looked gloomy.

He didn't expect that as soon as he left the hotel, he would be recognized by those football magazines.

As a result, he could only get rid of the group of people first, and then called a car to the airport.

Just as he finished the formalities, seeing that there was still about half an hour before the boarding time, he was looking for a place to eat.

Suddenly a hand was placed on the shoulder.

Kitagawa didn't even think about holding it with his backhand, and took a step back, turning over and pressing down.

But the opponent's reaction and strength were not weak, he pulled his hand back with a flash of explosive force, and ran away a few steps to the side.

"Isn't it?! Why are you still fighting?"

"If it were an ordinary person, your bones would be broken by you!"

"At such a young age, there are a lot of fights?"

Kitagawa looked at the man flexing his wrist, he didn't care about the other's frivolous words.

What he cares about is...

Is this house so similar to Echizen Nanjiro father and son

and.

He was even more surprised when he saw the tennis bag on the opponent's body.

No... such a coincidence, right?

T.

He didn't go around the corner, and said directly: "Who are you? Do you know me?"

Echizen Ryoga rolled his eyes, and Yoyo said, "A mask does not prevent others from recognizing you! You are a famous person!"

"Introduce yourself! Echizen Ryoga! A tennis player!"

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