"Neon. "

"Neon. "

"Neon. "

There was silence for a moment, and then an earth-shattering cheer.

Not only the spectators who supported the Neon U-17 team, but also the supporters of the French U-17 team, cheered for the winner.

Today's game was really interesting.

The vast majority of viewers who came to watch the match believed that there would not be much suspense in this game and that France would win.

In the first two doubles matches, the French U-17 team made great progress, winning two doubles games in a row, which strengthened their idea.

But what I never imagined was that the French U-17 team actually lost in singles.

The Neon U-17 team

pulled back two points with a singles, and the pressure came to the side of the French U-17 team.

No one dares to judge the outcome of the next first singles match.

This extreme reversal and scorching battle situation are the charm of tennis matches, and they are also what the audience is very happy to see.

The audience pays attention to the viewing experience.

It is more important than the victory of the team you support, and the wonderful game.

"Neon. "

"Neon. "

"France. "

"France. "

The excellent performance successfully helped the Neon U-17 team to attract a large number of supporters.

Although the number is still not as large as the number of people supporting the French Under-17 team, the voice that can be made is not small.

At this moment, the audience is cheering hard for the team they support and looking forward to the exciting games ahead.

......

Lounge for the French U-17 team.

When they won both doubles matches, everyone thought they were in the hands of the winners.

The atmosphere in the lounge is relaxed and cozy.

When the third singles team lost, the French U-17 team was surprised, but they were more surprised than worried.

After all, it is not easy to win more than one in the river.

They believe that the second double will be the end of the match.

Now, the former relaxed atmosphere is gone, replaced by a dignified, serious atmosphere.

No one made a sound, and no one spoke.

Everyone remained silent, and their expressions were all gloomy.

The entire lounge was covered in silence, and a pin drop could be heard.

Crunch.

Suddenly, there was a sound of the door opening the door of the lounge.

“......"

As if it had been discussed, all the members of the French U-17 team turned their heads in unison and focused their eyes on the gate.

"Ugh. "

The

person who pushed the door in was Duke Watanabe, who had returned from outside.

Being stared at by all his companions, Rao is also felt very uncomfortable, and he felt chills all over his body.

After a brief moment of surprise, Duke Watanabe's face sank.

He smelled the bad smell in the air in the lounge.

It was heaviness, urgency, anxiety, an atmosphere that wasn't supposed to be.

Could it be that there was an accident in the game?

"Coach, what's going on? Did you lose the game?".

To find out, Duke Watanabe got straight to the point and asked his coach.

"Hey, yes, both the third singles and the second singles lost. "

The coach lamented softly, reluctantly telling Duke Watanabe about the fact.

"What. "

Knowing that France U-17 had lost two singles games in a row, Duke Watanabe was shocked.

Such a result is really unexpected.

His face changed and changed, and finally he was calm.

Now is not the time to be surprised, the priority is to win the last set.

"Duke, I'll leave it to you. "

The coach said in a deep voice.

"Don't worry, Coach. "

Duke Watanabe nodded, solemnly reassuring.

He rested for a moment, then picked up his racket and left the lounge.

“......"

Returning Duke Watanabe at a critical time eased the solemn atmosphere a little, but the overall situation did not change.

Duke Watanabe is an outstanding rising star in French tennis, known as the "King of Destruction", and his strength is extraordinary.

In normal times, against a team ranked by the Neon U-17 team, his appearance means victory.

At this moment, no one dares to assert that Duke Watanabe will win.

......

Playing field.

Across the net in the center of the court, Duke Watanabe and Byodoin Phoenix stood opposite each other.

"Huh. "

Byodoin Phoenix clasped his hands to his chest, his tennis racket tucked under his armpits, and looked at Duke Watanabe with a playful expression.

In the last game of the group stage, the Neon U-17 team won.

If you want to blame it, blame you for underestimating us.

"Byodoin, Phoenix. "

Diametrically opposed to the casual attitude of the Byodoin Phoenix, Duke Watanabe's expression was solemn and serious to the extreme.

When he came face to face with the Phoenix of Byodoin, he felt a heavy pressure coming over him, which made him very uncomfortable.

This feeling has only been felt by Duke Watanabe in two people so far.

The leader of the French U-17 team, his friend Leopold Camus.

No, the

pressure given by the Phoenix of the Equal House is indeed not as good as that of the main general, but it is not much different, much stronger than Camus.

What that means, he knows clearly.

Crunch.

Unable to help it, Duke Watanabe clenched his racket.

Yesterday's match between Hiiragi and Delacroix at night, he was also on the scene and watched the whole thing.

The worst case scenario happened.

This year's Neon U-17 team is far from being comparable to the previous U-17 World Cup.

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