First Minister of Prince of Tennis

"bang.bang.."

On the net court next to the hotel, a sweaty young man kept waving his racquet. Time has passed for a long time, but the net racquet in his hand is still very strong.

"Chiba, Chiba, the schedule is out."

From afar, Fuji Syusuke shouted to Chiba who was concentrating on training.

"Really?"

As soon as Chiba heard the word "schedule", he ran towards Fuji, and the net racquet in his hand was gone, and it was placed in the court.

"This is the schedule.

Fuji Syusuke passed the schedule in his hand to Chiba.

"Let’s take a look at Kazakhstan, Germany-Canada, Switzerland-U.S., Russia-Spain, Japan-France!"

When Chiba saw France, his heart was slightly lifted, but he didn't expect that the quarterfinals had encountered a hard bone in advance.

"Captain Mifune, it's not good."

Chiba waved the form in his hand while rushing into coach Mifune's room in the hotel, and threw Fuji in the court alone.

"11 is true, racquet doesn't take it."

Fuji took Chiba's net racquet in his hand and also caught up.

"Crunch!"

When Chiba opened the door, he found that coach Mifune's room was full of people, all of them were players from the Japanese team.

"Everyone is here.

Touching his head, Chiba looked at the people in this room and said.

"Chiba, see Schedule.

Sitting on the bed, Mifune said to Chiba faintly, seeing that he was holding the schedule sheet tightly in his hand.

"Yeah! The French team!"

Very powerful team, Chiba still knows it, a team that can rank in the world, a country that values ​​tennis very much.

"I believe in your strength, I think you can definitely do it."

Mifune cheered and looked at all the players and said.

"learn!"

The responses came from the mouths of the young people with sunshine energy. It seems that this time of match has sharpened their will very strong.

"Go back and have a good rest. Three days later, they will show their best conditions. There is no fixed schedule. Everyone has a chance to play."

Mifune touched his beard and said to everyone.

"Okay, that's it, disband.

After speaking, all the players walked out of Mifune's room, but one person did not.

"Is there anything else?"

Looking at Chiba standing there stupidly, Mifune had a question mark on her face.

"That coach, let me give me a chance to play, you see, I haven't played since the Greek game, you see..."

Before Chiba could finish, Mifune kicked him out of the room with an unceremonious kick and locked the door.

"Dead old man!",

Chiba made a grimace at the door of the room and could only leave. This guy is really unsure about being able to be a coach.

"I still go back to practice the ball!"

Chiba faintly said to himself, suddenly he slapped his forehead, his racquet was still on the court, and he dared to go downstairs when he ran.

"Your racquet!"

At the top of the stairs, Fuji looks like he has been waiting for a long time. Racquet is handed to Chiba.

"Huh! Thank you, Senior Fuji."

Chiba let out a long breath, touched his beloved net racquet, and walked towards the court again.

Three days passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye the Japanese team returned to the arena again.

Today is the opening game. The top eight teams are formed into eight teams, and four matches a day are played at the same time.

"So excited."

Xiaojin said excitedly. Looking at such a big scene, most of them are still entering the quarter-finals for the first time. There are 10 net courts in this place, and the scene is divided into two floors, with 50,000 seats on each floor. , Today is only the quarter-finals battle, this audience has done more than half of them. If you get to the finals, wouldn’t you have enough seats? I’m excited just thinking about it, and the audience is also

Not like the previous Australian home court, but after screening, from all countries, there is no home or away points, to ensure fairness between players.

"A game de national team vs. Canada, B field Japan vs. France, C field Switzerland vs. U.S., D field Russia vs. Spain. Please go to the benches of their respective venues to make preparations. "

The clear broadcast of the broadcast allowed each team to go to their respective venues.

The de national team and the Canadian team left first. When the de national team passed by the Japanese team, the people of the two teams stared at each other closely, their eyes were very fierce. Chiba also saw Kunimitsu, a hand belonging to the de national team, all over his body. Every cell up and down is beating and excited.

"let's go!"

Mifune roared domineeringly and led his team to the bench in Field B, while the French team reached the field more and more. There are still 30 minutes to prepare for the first match. The first is the first singles. At this time, coach Mifune doesn't know who will be sent on the field?

I glanced at this group of people, and smiled when my eyes stopped at one person. Byodoin, come on.

"Yes! Coach!"

Byōdōin Hōō took off the Japanese team uniform handsomely and began to warm up. This absolute powerhouse was used at the beginning of the match. It seems that Mifune wants to fight the opponent by surprise. I didn't dare to say anything, he was on it? Isn't that a stable group?

After just thirty minutes, Byōdōin Hōō warmed up fully.

"Beep! The first game between the Japanese team and the French team, the first singles, Byōdōin Hōō (senior high school) vs. Michael. Could it be (senior second) 053"

"The first round of serve right, the Japanese team!!"

Referee gave the ball to Byōdōin Hōō. After signalling the start of the match, the rough guy quickly threw the ball towards delay. Apart from anything else, a super vigorous kick-off towards Michael was a fierce attack.

Although Michael caught the serve accurately, the heavy ball made him feel very uncomfortable.It can only be said that he caught the serve reluctantly.I can't believe that the person opposite is a high school student. The strength of the ball is also.

"Bang! "

After a quick pace, Byōdōin Hōō moved left and right, taking advantage of speed and strong style of play, turning the opposite Michael around, hitting the French team's field with a fierce return, and successfully won the ball.

"15-0"

"Awesome!!

Seeing this Byōdōin Hōō's performance, Mifune really made people feel at ease, as soon as he got on the court he took the first goal so easily.

"30-0, 40-0, ,45-0"

"1-0"

The first game was easily won by this uncle's high school student. The opponent was not tempered at all. Needless to say, this was obviously a gap in strength.

"The Japanese team is so strong, why is it sacred?"

Whispers came from the audience. .

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