Prince of Tennis Nioh Phantom

Chapter 398 : Screen, potential crisis

“These middle school students are really noisy! Since they are fortunate enough to be here, impatiently waiting and thinking about chatting, I think they will be kicked out in two days!”

“This is supposed to be the place for our high school students!”

The first-year high school players who were recruited together were whispering.

Different from the middle school students who are not afraid of here at all and are still eager to try, they are very in awe of the U17 training camp.

“Please be quiet!”

“I am Kurobe Yukio, the tactical coach of the U17 training camp, and I now announce one thing.”

Coach Kurobe, who had been observing behind the screen for a while, finally walked out after seeing enough of Rikkai University’s meetings and exchanges with his two colleagues.

“The purpose of recruiting you players this time is to improve the strength of the U17 training camp, so only players with outstanding strength can stay here.”

Coach Kurobe stood on the high platform, looking down at the junior high school students and the newly recruited high school students and said.

“But the head coach told me not long ago that he thinks that the number of about 300 people enlisted now is a bit too much, so please show your tennis skills first!”

In the sky, the figure of a helicopter appeared.

“There will be two hundred and fifty tennis balls dropped from the air, and those who grab them will be eligible to stay. If no players are grabbed, whether they are high school or middle school students, leave the U17 training camp immediately!”

As soon as the voice fell, a large swath of tennis fell into the sky.

Then the Kurobe coach who finished the 030 commentary stood on the high platform and watched condescendingly as nearly three hundred players grab the ball.

He looked at the chaotic scene below and frowned invisibly.

This group of high school students are really terrible!

Although it is the last batch of high school students recruited in the first grade of high school, it is not so bad…

Kurobe’s mood became worse.

But soon, his mood became clear again.

The middle school student’s performance exceeded his expectations.

The most elite players in the tennis world in these middle schools not only grabbed all the tennis balls, they even grabbed a lot more!

“The last ball is mine!”

Among the junior high school students recruited this time, the only player who hasn’t arrived yet, Seigaku’s Echizen Ryoma finally caught up.

“Hey, how can you get so many balls!”

The high school student who didn’t grab the tennis shouted angrily.

“Hurry up and hand over the tennis ball!”

A group of high school students who did not grab the tennis glared at them angrily.

There was a slight smile on Kurobe’s face, and he didn’t intend to intervene in the current situation.

He was about to see how it would end up.

“The one with glasses over there, come out and compete with me!”

Inui Sadaharu, who wears glasses, doesn’t want to cause trouble and wants to hide.

“me?”

The handist Kunimitsu is eager to try.

The minister of Seigaku seems to be a little different since the national competition ended.

“It’s me (bhcj).,

Oshitari of Hyotei pushed down his glasses.

“Maybe it’s me.”

Kite in Higa sneered.

“That little brother must be talking about me!”

Golden Xiaochun narrowed his eyes and said.

But none of them are as active as Echizen Ryoma.

After Seigaku’s little samurai returned from the United States, he seemed to have learned how to seize the opportunity, a good skill.

He directly carried racquet on the field.

So this farce of high school students trying to intimidate junior high school students to surrender tennis ends.

Kurobe shook his head slightly regretfully.

He was about to talk, but–

Um?!

“Senior, give you this tennis ball.”

In the team of the off-white candidates, the tall, silver-haired young man calmly gave the depressed high school student in front of him a tennis ball.

Coach Kurobe looked at such a scene with warmth and deepness in his eyes.

It seems that Saito’s “mental training” is still indispensable. For such a kind middle school student, even the bones and scum will be trapped in the world competition!

In front of the screen, Coach Saito looked at the screen on the monitor with a smile.

“Saito, don’t be too hasty, after all, they are still junior high school students!”

Coach Tuo Zhi saw this expression from his colleague and immediately reminded him.

These middle school students are still far from being on the world stage, and they cannot be required to reach that state of mind quickly!

“I know that “mental training” is still the old way, and it doesn’t need to be changed. ”

“Xiao Tuo Zhi, I didn’t even think about letting these middle school students go to the World Cup collectively. They have to pass the head coach or the first military level before they can do it.

Coach Saito said with a relaxed look.

He just wanted to make the middle school students have some motivational emotions in their hearts, and didn’t want them to cut off emotions one by one.

And he also believes that there should be no children who are soft-hearted enough to face opponents on a competitive court, right?

There are about a hundred high school students who did not grab a tennis ball, because middle school students really grab too much.

But coach Kurobe did not show any mercy and directly ordered the staff to take them away.

To avoid the sorrow of the dead fox, while the remaining high school students are more in awe of the U17 training camp, they also have a faint sense of fear for the middle school students.

These dozens of middle school students are much more powerful than they thought!

“Just leave like this, so strict!”

“This is the U17 training camp. It should be stricter.”

“Then are we passing the level?”

Although on the surface the middle school students are still very relaxed, they have more or less a little nervousness after they robbed the tennis ball just now.

As calm as a hand, he pursed his lips.

It is Rikkai senior, the atmosphere is still as weird as before in the eyes of some interested people.

“Congratulations, I have temporarily obtained the qualification to stay in U17.

Coach Kurobe watched for a few seconds, and after deepening the nervousness of some players, he said slowly.

“temporary?!”

The following panicked again.

“U17 training camp players will determine their position through qualifying, and everyone who comes to U17 must receive training here.”

“For those who do not meet the training standards, quit!

“The qualifying match keeps losing, quit!”

“In addition, players who violate U17 training camp rules, quit!”

Coach Kurobe’s several “retirements” in a row scared many people.

Snapped!

“Isn’t it just a game? For this uncle, it’s not a problem!!

After Atobe listened, he snapped his fingers.

“Wushi! ”

Kabaji Munehiro responded behind him.

“Atobe still looks like this.

Yukimura sighed.

“Yeah, it doesn’t look like progress, Atobe.”

Nioh echoed his minister.

As a result, Minister Hyotei, who was standing next to Rikkai’s team, burst into blue veins on his forehead.

“In the next time, please take a look at the dormitory schedule for yourself. Today’s time is freely arranged. You can familiarize yourself with the court layout of the U17 training camp and various equipment for subsequent training.”

Coach Kurobe waited for half a minute, watching the reactions of everyone below.

When he saw the “small dispute” between Rikkai Yama and Hyotei, he couldn’t help but twitched his mouth.

Minister of Hyotei?

He is also an extremely talented teenager.

I guess I will stay tomorrow, that’s just right–

According to the information, Atobe Keigo’s personality and hobbies should be “combined” with Irie!

In my mind, I wanted to increase the task load for someone who “stayed” in the U17 headquarters and did not contribute to the expedition, and Kurobe’s mood rose by several percentage points.

After he finished speaking, he looked at the figures of the players leaving one after another, paying special attention to the back of the same khaki-colored silver-haired boy who was in the suit.

Thinking of their arrangements for tomorrow, Kurobe felt that he was in a better mood.

It is not only the head coach of Houshan who can cheat people.

The U17 training camp headquarters doesn’t come as you want, just leave as you want!

I left so simply and neatly, now I have to pay a little price.

While walking with Kirihaya to read the dormitory allocation announcement form, Nioh suddenly felt cold behind his back.

Who is calculating me?

Is anyone speaking ill of me?

Was it Yukimura, who had a good chat with Fuji and Shiraishi, and walked away, or was it Yanagi, Yagyu, or Marui who arrived at the back mountain?

Nioh thinks that it is safe to stay away from the back mountain and the three-ship coach.

PS: Good night!