Prince of Tennis: The Power of Fantasy

Chapter 300 : The future of the French team

With the continuous sound of hitting the ball, the confrontation between Youyun and Christoph resumed.

It’s just that the result of this match and match is already obvious.

Christoph’s strength is not weak, but it is still difficult for him to score from Youyun’s hands.

Because his Sumo brush and Yakumo Zi’s character abilities are too similar in some respects.

However, whether it is comprehensiveness or mystery, Christophe lost a lot.

Therefore, in the end he was placed in Youyun’s hands.

3-0.

4-0.

5-0.

15-0.

30-0.

40-0.

After more than twenty minutes, the match came to Youyun’s match point.

“The last ball.”

A ray of light flashed in the doctor’s eyes, and he sent the tennis ball to Christoph.

boom.

boom.

boom.

After a few minutes.

“Never-the dream of straight ball and curve ball.

The racquet in Yiyun’s hand hit the tennis ball hard.

call out,

There was a sharp and rapid breaking through the air, and the tennis ball traversed a s-shaped trajectory in a half-delay, and came to Christoph’s halftime.

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“Huh, huh, huh.”

Christoph gasped, almost wet with sweat.

He has exhausted his physical strength after intensive use of different dimensions for an hour.

It is very difficult for Christophe to even move.

boom.

The tennis ball landed behind him and then flew off the court.

“The match is over. From 6-00, the winner is the Japanese team.”

“This is the end of the group match between the Japanese team and the French team. The score is 3-1, and the Japanese team won.”

Referee announced the final match result.

Since then, the Japanese U-17 team won the last group match victory 3-1.

“Huh, is it finally over.”

Yiyun stretched out his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

His consumption in this match is also quite large.

After the match, Youyun and Christoph walked to the net and shook hands.

“You are really strong, I am convinced that I lost.”

Christophe spoke.

“You are also very strong, and I hope that in the future, we will have a chance to match again.,

Yi Yun said seriously.

For him, Christophe is a respectable opponent.

“A chance to match again?”

Hearing Youyun’s words, Christoph’s mouth showed a bitter smile.

Bang bang bang

“Although I also want to have another match with you, but maybe there is no chance.”

After the match between the Japanese U-17 team and the French U-17 team, their qualifying situation was determined.

The representative of Japan U-17 qualified as the first seed of the group, and the French U-17 representative team appeared as the second seed of the group.

According to the rules of the U-17 World Cup, teams that qualify from the same group cannot meet before the final.

With the strength of the Japanese team this year, Christophe believes that Youyun can make it to the U-17 World Cup finals.

But what about their French U-17 team?

When they enter the semi-finals, or even the eighth, they may encounter the German U-17 team or the Swiss U-17 team.

With the strength of their French U-17 team, can they win them?

“Don’t worry, even if this year’s U-17 World Cup doesn’t work, there will be a future.”

“One day in the future, your French team will surely set off a revolutionary storm that belongs to you in the U-17 World Cup.”

“Our Japanese U-17 team has waited for more than ten years for this moment. Why can’t your French U-17 team wait a little longer?”

Seeing the expression on Mrs. Christo (cgcf)’s face, Youyun easily guessed what he was thinking and couldn’t help but comfort him.

“Thank you for your comfort.”

“But you can rest assured that our French U-17 team is not so easy to lose confidence.

Christophe thanked Youyun.

“Ah.”

Yi Yun chuckled lightly.

He is not comforting Christophe, but the future French U-17 team really has hope of rising.

In the World Cup two years after the original work, the Japanese U-17 team and the French U-17 team were in match. The French U-17 team showed up three extremely talented and talented middle school students.

The first-year French Kings, Ludovic-Chardad, fought with Echizen Ryoma and was defeated.

Jonal, a second-year data expert in junior high school. San George, the strength of intelligence tennis is very good.

The French ninja in the third grade of middle school, Osvo Deron, although not as strong as the fully evolved Sanada Genichiro, but after lifting his own final trick, there is still a lot of whether he and Sanada will win or lose. Of suspense.

Such a middle school team can be said to be far ahead of the Swiss U-17 team, second only to the Japanese U-17 team, even the German U-17 team is slightly worse than them.

What’s more, the three middle school students of the French U-17 team are from their own countries, while the German U-17 team’s Kunimitsu is from Japan.

The future French U-17 team is not without hope of rising.

Just these things, Youyun is impossible to tell Christoph.

After the two shook hands, they walked out of the match field and returned to their own camp.

“let’s go.”

Byōdōin Hōō first glanced at Youyun who had returned from the court, then stood up and walked towards the passage of the contestants when they came.

Upon seeing this, Youyun and others also followed suit.

A group of people left here.

The match venue, the rest area of ​​the Japanese U-17 representative.

Crunch.

There was a sound of opening the door.

Hearing this voice, Mifune who was still talking about entering the road and the others stopped one after another and turned to look at the door.

The next moment, Youyun, Byōdōin Hōō and others opened the door and walked in.

“Congratulations on your triumphant victory.”

Irie Kanata said with a smile.

“Hmph, we just won a match just like you guys. There is no need to say such solemn words.

Byōdōin Hōō gave a cold snort.

“It’s not the same. You won the French U-17 team.”

Tanegashima Shuji shook his head. .