Shūji Tanegashima in Prince of Tennis

Chapter 122 French team player

“Head Coach!’

Saitō Itaru asked puzzledly: “I don’t understand why you are doing this?”

Mifune turned barefoot slightly, put his hands in his pockets, and his eagle-like gaze showed a trace of madness, and a vicious smile, “Of course they are a good stepping stone!”

Stepping stones?

When Saitō Itaru and Tsuge Ryūji heard it, their expressions became even more puzzled.

“With our current strength, the weak can not be improved too much. It is better to take a gamble and fight against a strong enemy like France.”

Mifune said coldly.

After hearing this, Saitō Itaru finally understood.

The country is too weak, that is, the country ranked above the Japanese team, may be able to give some pressure, but in the end it can give little improvement.

Fighting against middle-level countries always feels a little worse.

But if the opponent is France, the third in the world, it will be a good whetstone.

The two also remembered the rules of this year’s expedition.

The expedition rules are changed every two or four years or so.

The rules of this year’s expedition are beneficial to their Japan.

Mifune’s plan is also just right.

This is also a good opportunity to verify their current strength of the Japanese team.

“France?”

Shūji looked at the silent people. He thought of Camus, who had previously been transformed by Niwangzhi, and raised his brows. This man was the main player of the French team in the original book. He is known as a man who can change the tennis landscape. The opponent’s strength has no performance in the original book. How many.

“Speaking of which, there are two translations of his name, Camus and Camus, and I don’t know which name he is in this world.”

In this regard, Shūji is not interested.

It’s just a name after all.

In addition, the French team also has an impressive person, that is Duke Watanabe.

And now these two people are in the same grade as them.

As for France.

To be honest, it is impossible without pressure, but this is also like the team of Han national team that does not have much information in the original book, Shūji prefers knowing France.

“By the way, Japan is about seven hours faster than France. So Kurobe, remember to tell the boys to adjust the jet lag and get a good night’s sleep.”

Mifune (cfdf) left this sentence and turned and left.

“I see, Head Coach!”

Kurobe got up and bowed to the opponent.

France, the world’s third-largest country, is not so easy to apply. It must be approved by the other party to successfully apply. France has always been arrogant, so how could it easily agree to a small place like Japan.

Among them, there is no reason for Head Coach, and I don’t believe that Kurobe was killed.

Two days later.

The capital of France, Paris, is the capital and largest city of the French Republic. It is also the political, economic, cultural and commercial center of France. It is one of the five international metropolises in the world. GaWC is rated as an Alpha+ world first-tier city.

what!

An airplane landed on the taxiway.

As the door opened, Mifune walked out first, Shūji walked out side by side with Byodoin Temple, and then on to the ghosts and Irie.

There are 22 people in total.

Shūji walked to the ground, slowed his head, and let out a suffocating breath.

“This is France

French tennis has its own charm, and it is more passionate and romantic.

And their overall strength is beyond doubt.

Along the way, many players from the first army wanted to look around. They were curious about the beautiful city of Paris, but for the sake of face, they wanted to see it but didn’t dare to see it.

“Coach Mifune, where are we going to rest?’

Byodoin said in a low voice.

Everyone also pricked their ears.

“Of course it is the Pheasant Hotel”

Mifune entered the way and pulled his ears, then chuckled softly.

“Forehead.”

Shūji was taken aback, “Are you kidding Head Coach?”

“Yes.”

Hearing that, everyone’s lips twitched, and Byodoin’s expression was stagnant. “Coach Mifune, this joke is not funny!”

“Let’s go to stay at Hotel Litor.”

Mifune grinned.

“Is this hotel famous?”

In the first army, Igarashi asked in anticipation.

“Not bad, one of the five-star hotels in Paris.”

Mifune didn’t elaborate on entering the road.

Akuto spectacles came in with a gleam and explained: “The Hotel Litor, built from 1898 to 1899, was designed by Alexander Bernadazzi and Adolf Minkus. The hotel mixes Renaissance and Baroque styles, with Baroque classical statues and frontages. White marble columns.”

Hearing that, even the eyelids of Byodo-in Temple were twitching.

“Lod~~”

Shūji smiled.

Both of them were so surprised. They said it was others. Among the army, many of them opened their mouths like buns.

They can play tennis, they are considered rich, but this is the first time they have stayed in this kind of hotel.

Suddenly, many people became kind to this old drunk who didn’t know much about it.

It turns out that this Head Coach is quite generous.

“Ah!”

At this time, Mifune entered the road with a chuckle, “The important thing is that French players are also staying in that hotel.

U-17 is a base like a world away, naturally, it is far away from the city.

Therefore, the players of the French team also have to stay in the hotel.

The Litor Hotel is exactly the goal of France every year.

A player on the French team?

In the First Army, many people looked a little tighter, not everyone had Shūji’s courage.

That kind of boldness without fear of the French team.

Now that they are in contact with each other before they even start, it’s no wonder they get nervous.

“The match will start in a few days?”

Shūji asked curiously.

“Three days later! Trim for three days!”

Mifune entered the road and squinted, then glanced at him, “You don’t plan to start a match tomorrow, do you?”

“That’s not enough.

Shūji shook his head, with a smile, “But… if you encounter a French team player in the hotel and there is a conflict, do you say you can’t bear it or not?”

After speaking, he smiled deeper and wanted to know Mifune’s attitude.

“Of course it’s a fight!!

Mifune snapped.

“Then I’m welcome.”

In response, Shūji just smiled, and suddenly he was startled.

A familiar figure appeared in a street court not far away.