Legendary tennis, starting from signing up to talent

Chapter 70

At the same time.

Kanagawa Division Qualifiers Waiting Area.

Rikkai University Affiliated Junior High School Tennis Club Main Team.

"Finally, I couldn't help but reach in."

"Does this count as a 'Lamborghini' sent by my buddy?"

"Hehe..."

Ran Dong, who was watching the crowd, automatically blocked out Kirihara Akaya's begging and mumbling behind him.

Kitagawa's eyes flickered slightly, and he murmured softly.

There is no doubt.

All this is what he wanted to see.

After all, the four legendary rewards he signed in to get require continuous matches with strong players to make himself stronger.

Although this tiny place can allow him to get more rewards and absorb many brilliant talents.

But to be honest.

The fact that the old, weak, sick and disabled people with talent and talent are lying down is tantamount to a huge trouble.

Although some people who care more can be helped, it does not mean that the other party can soar directly after the problem is solved.

In addition, the tennis consultants and coaches of various private junior high schools are numerous and uneven, and there are even people who are a burden.

In addition, the inferior house-style training and venues.

So it is really difficult to achieve the state that Beichuan expects.

If the world's top three super-large tennis clubs are dragged into the water.

Then many problems will be solved.

For example, Seishun Gakuen, the capital invested such a large amount of money, and it must want to get an equal return.

And this return is to become a seed player training base rooted in Japan.

Therefore, it is impossible to squeeze in their own players, let alone let the local incompetent coaches do whatever they want, and they will not force the signing of contracts.

Of course, for capable coaches, these capitals are still willing to stay.

After all, the core of a tennis club is talent.

"Abei?"

"Can you please stop smiling like that?"

"I'm scared~~~"

Kirihara Akaya swallowed his saliva after seeing Kitagawa's sunny and gentle smile.

He stopped begging.

He was completely begging to be let go.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt."

After Kitagawa retracted his gaze, he looked at Kirihara Akaya, who was just about to get off the seat.

He almost couldn't help laughing.

"Can I bring my bamboo sword for practice tonight?"

After hearing Kitagawa's words, Sanada Genichiro asked Kitagawa very seriously.

He obviously took it seriously.

"Then I'll go too."

"To be honest, I'm looking forward to visiting Kitagawa's home."

Yukimura Seiichi smiled gently.

"Well...if it's possible, I want to go too."

"After all, data is not limited to tennis, but also includes living habits and so on."

Kirihara Akaya, who was already feeling cold, was petrified after hearing Yanagi Renji's words.

It's not just these three people.

Marui Bunta, Jackal Kuwahara, Niou Masaharu, and Yagyu Hiroshi also responded with great anticipation.

"Okay."

"Just treat it as a celebration party for advancing to the regional qualifiers."

Seeing this, Kitagawa agreed directly and readily.

Relaxing in moderation is the essence of growth.

It has nothing to do with talent or not.

Just at this time.

"Ding ding ding!"

"Next is the Kanagawa Prefecture Kanagawa District Regional Qualifiers."

"The game between Rikkai University Affiliated Junior High School and Yokohama Suiran Junior High School."

"Please enter the venue for both teams."

After a voice came out from the radio.

Everyone stopped teasing Kirihara Akaya.

They walked towards the top of the court.

As they entered the court.

The cheerleaders around them also shouted with all their might.

"Victory! Rikkai University!"

"Let's go! Rikkai University!"

"Rikkai University, take the lead!"

"......"

"Come on, Kitagawa-chan!"

"Rikkai King, Kitagawa-chan!"

"......"

Step!

Under this overwhelming momentum, the two teams also came to the sides of the court.

Staring at each other across the net.

"Tsk!"

"A bunch of Japanese kids, so annoying."

"Why did the boss insist that we transfer here to play against them?"

"After all, we are also players of the Nibelungen Tennis Club, one of the top three in the world!"

The purple-haired teenager on the far right of the Yokohama Suilan Junior High School team spat disdainfully and sneered without hiding.

"Park Jun-ha, shut up!"

And a blue-haired boy on his leftThe leading teenager scolded expressionlessly.

"Barbie, Park Junhe is right."

"Do you think they are really so self-righteous?"

Another short-haired teenager with green hair smiled grimly at Barbie with blue hair and slicked back hair.

"Enough."

"As long as we stop them before the Kanagawa Prefecture Conference, we can return to the main headquarters."

"Don't mess with me!"

The leading red-haired and black-skinned teenager interrupted the chattering of those people.

He stared at Kitagawa across the street with an aggressive look.

"It seems that we have encountered some malicious opponents."

Adjusting his baseball cap, Genichirō Sanada said expressionlessly.

"It seems that the results of this period of training can be well demonstrated."

Yagyu Hiroshi's glasses reflected the light slightly, and he said quite calmly.

"It's like sending a pillow when you're sleepy."

"These little pawns came just in time!"

Kirihara Akaya, who was already in a bad mood, smiled evilly after hearing Yagyu Birus's unscrupulous English translation.

"If I remember correctly."

"The head of the Nibelungen Tennis Club is a long-haired, feminine man."

"It feels like they are not the same kind of people and do not do the same things."

Kitagawa looked at the red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple heads on the opposite side and wanted to laugh.

It seemed that even the referee really disliked the seven people from Yokohama Suilan Junior High School. He walked to the middle with a score sheet in one hand and a portable stopwatch in the other, and spoke loudly.

"Captains on both sides, step out."

Tap tap...

After the voice fell.

Kitagawa also walked to the net with the black-skinned teenager with red hair on the opposite side.

Between handshakes.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Galka, a 15-year-old player from the Nibelungen Tennis Club."

"I hope that next time, young master, you won't be beaten and cry and go home to find your mother!"

"Oh, I forgot, you don't have a mother."

After saying that.

He turned around and prepared to return to the waiting area with the colorful hair.

The next moment.

"Nibelungen, I really don't know why it was named this."