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Before the results of the U-17 World Cup came out, Haichang's students were paying attention to the event.There is no other reason. The president of their student union and the head of the tennis department are both members of the competition. As classmates, they must share weal and woe!

The same is true for everyone in the basketball club, but Yukio Kasamatsu did not tell the team the specific time when Hong Xiang will return, in order not to affect their performance, and even if the president rushes over as soon as the plane lands, there will definitely be a traffic jam in Tokyo. Contest.

Hong Xiang: So I ran over here :)

Since the end of the third quarter, Cheng Rin has been leading the game, and now entering the fourth quarter, Kaichang is 9 points behind Cheng Rin.

Kise Ryota was forced to leave the field due to a foot injury, and it was very difficult for Kasamatsu Yukio and the others to fight against Kagami Taiga and Kuroko Tetsuya.

"Beep-"

Another goal was scored by Cheng Rin, the opponent scored, and everyone in Haichang became more and more chaotic.

Kasamatsu Yukio shouted violently, "Don't panic!"

As the captain, he has always stabilized his rhythm, "Calm down, don't be impatient, and see your opponent clearly."

The atmosphere in the auditorium is one-sided towards Cheng Rin, so they can't panic even more.He has promised the chairman that he will win this game, but he cannot break his promise again.

Haichang readjusted his pace, settled down under the reminder of the captain, and waited for the referee to blow the whistle again.

"Hello!"

"real or fake!!"

"Oh my god!"

"That uniform...U-17..."

Several dissonant voices sounded at the high entrance of the gymnasium, followed by louder and louder noises, and even screams came from the rear.

After running this corridor, turn another corner and you will be able to enter the stadium.

However, another team suddenly appeared in front of them.

"White sportswear... Which school is it?" Kirihara Chiya, who only has tennis in his mind, naturally doesn't know a strong basketball school. Speaking of it, it is unimaginable that Xiao Kelp can follow the basketball game.

Of course there is more than one tennis idiot, "The words on it...'RAKUZAN'? I haven't heard of it!"

Just when Akashi Seijuro and his team were planning to return to the auditorium to watch another semi-final after the post-match summary meeting, several discordant voices interrupted their conversation.

Ta Ta Ta.

At the same time, there were hurried footsteps and breathing.

"Phew - I'm sorry, little brother, let me let you go~"

"Luoshan is a prestigious school in Kyoto, it's basketball..."

"What, basketball, I thought it was tennis! It hurts! What are you doing, Shiraishi!"

"Xiao Jin, listen to others' words." Kuranosuke Shiraishi only had time to punch Kintaro Toyama, and then apologized to his teammates for robbing Luoshan's way, "I'm sorry, excuse me~ "

When walking on the outermost edge, Lingyang Shibuchi touched her left arm, "Ah, you are really impatient boys."

Hearing this, Nioh Masaharu glanced back at Oni Jujiro who was running behind, and was silent for a while, only to say, "Puff."

Suddenly, red and white figures rushed into the hall one by one. The moment the blond youth who led the team appeared, many people waiting in the auditorium burst into exclamations one after another.

"Ahhhh! U-17!!!"

"The first one! Hongxiang Hehui!!!"

"Damn it's really here!"

"Little brothers, look here and here, ask for autographs and photos!"

"That shirt, it says 'JAPAN' on the back...the national team?"

"I don't even know this? Do you live in some deep mountain and old forest?"

"Everyone is here, Byodoin, Tokigo, Tokugawa, Atobe, Yukimura..."

"Ah! The real person! Is it Brother Gingko!"

"Shuji Taneshima and Ikuto Kimijima! Isn't this the same athlete model as Ryota Kise below?"

"Ah, ah, ah, ah—"

"What are you?"

"It's just that you are all 'ah', I don't say 'ah' a few times, how out of place..."

As the U-17 players advanced, the people in the auditorium stood up, seriously blocking the sight of the people in the back row.