I Never Hang Up When I Play Tennis

"Old, old." Novak sighed.

Polk's victory marked the arrival of a new generation of tennis.

Amadeus was the first to go back to practice.

He wants to get stronger, and he can't let Polk leave himself behind.

still far.

The two people who have been called together before, now, they are no longer worthy of their names.

Reinhardt, Camus also felt a sense of urgency. The arrogance of geniuses does not allow them to throw in the towel.

(No, I'm looking for foreign aid.) Reinhardt thought.

The first thing that came to his mind was Echizen Ryoma.

Well, Echizen Ryoma is in Japan now, but that's okay, isn't that Echizen Ryoga?

A monster better than Echizen Ryoma.

(As long as Ryoga can join the United States U17, even if it is to give up the main seat.) Reinhardt made up his mind.

Holland, Byōdōin Hōō stood up silently, his face even more vicissitudes.

He will continue to wander and hone himself, and it seems that the days of returning are still far away.

"Congratulations, Polk." Germany coach Sigmund Pubke said.

"I have always believed that you are the strongest in the new generation, and it turns out that I was right."

Sigmund looked more and more satisfied.

With Polk at the forefront, Germany's ten-game winning streak is very hopeful.

"Not necessarily, I still have room for improvement." Polk took a towel and wiped his bright bald head, not at all excited to defeat Novak.

"In the U17, there are two others that I am not sure of winning."

Sigmund's face changed dramatically, and he looked at Polk in disbelief.

That look, as if Polk was playing with him.

Are you sure you're not kidding? You just beat the world number one.

"I'm never kidding, Medanore, I can still suppress him now. It's hard to say at the World Cup in half a year. As for Makoto Takamura, if I say more, I'll have a 60% chance of winning."

Sigmund sank his face, full of joy and never saw him again. I just felt that the common sense was shattered when I heard the story of the Arabian Nights.

Medanore not to mention him, Makoto Takamura, he is only the third year of junior high.

The third year of junior high school has the strength to compete for the number one in the world. It is the real number one in the world, not the number one bullshit junior high school student. The gap between them is a world of difference.

(Germany's road to defending the title is really difficult.) Sigmund has a headache.

"You actually won?" Tanegashima felt incredible.

That is the number one in the world, not some kind of cat or dog.

Especially the last Polk, like a god and demon, comprehensively suppresses the strongest in the world. Even beginners can see that the two are not on the same level at all.

Such a powerful Polk, no one can match.

Everyone was dizzy, even the three Mifūne Nyudō were confused for a while.

Only Takamura looked calm.

It's not surprising that he can beat the ceiling Echizen Nanjiro, and Polk beat Novak.

Watching the calm Takamura, San Mifūne Nyudō San calmed down.

"You can see the key points of the game, Takamura, I'm afraid your strength is still higher than Polk." San Mifūne Nyudō San said with more certainty.

Everyone looks up.

Thinking of Takamura's words not long ago, there is still performance.

If the Japanese team can fight Polk, it is estimated that only Takamura.

Byōdōin Hōō can't work, Oni Jujiro can't work, Tanegashima Shuji can't work, Tokugawa Kazuya can't work, Irie Kanata can't work either.

"Minister, you..." Tezuka trembled as she spoke.

World number one, teenage world number one. Minister, has it really reached such a point? Even if it is a dream, Tezuka would not dare to do such a whimsical daydream.

"Almost, if Polk's strength is only shown in the game, my strength is slightly stronger than his." Takamura compared with his thumb and index finger.

"Tear." The air-conditioning sauce disappeared in large numbers, and global warming deepened again.

"Minister, I want to have a match with you." Sanada was the first to say.

"I think so too." Tezuka followed,

Tokugawa, Tanegashima and others are also full of fighting spirit and want to know the gap, the real gap.

"Okay, let's get started."

First was Sanada, who abused him with absolute strength, followed by Tezuka, Yukimura. The few who were beaten were crushed.

Later, in order to reduce the time, Tsukimitsu Ochi, Kimijima, etc., even three or even four played together.

"Takamura-san, a pair of four is not that simple." Kimishima touched his glasses.

・・・For flowers......

The tennis ball slid and passed under Kimishima's legs, and Kimishima saw only a beam of light.

"What did you say?" Takamura wondered.

Only Tanegashima, Tokugawa, and Irie could resist a little.

The so-called resistance, that is, you can hit the ball a little back, and occasionally react.

6:0,6:0,6:0

Pure zero eggs.

The actor Irie is a little suspicious of life.

I know the gap is big, but the gap is also too big.

Or is his strength really that much worse.

"Hey, Takamura, can't you keep some?" Irie resented.

Isn't that right? To deal with Tokugawa and others, Takamura at least has to keep his strength and let people take the penalty kick, only Irie.

.0..

It was a miserable fight, like a beginner facing a tennis master. Apart from going back, Irie didn't touch a single hair.

"Ah? Weren't you acting just now? Have you used all your strength?"

Click to kill.

Irie looked at Takamura resentfully, don't you, a stat tennis player, know if I'm using all my strength?

Touch, the tennis ball hits the ground.

6:0

Another zero egg.

Polk's victory over Novak shook the entire tennis world.

Knowing that the new generation of tennis is the golden generation, no one thought that the momentum of the golden generation would be so fierce.

"The tennis world is about to change." People sighed one after another.

It also attracted the attention of many people to the U17 World Cup, which was originally not valued by professional players.

After all, the pursuit of professional level is the grand slam.

U17 World Cup, low-level competition, most professional players don't care at all.

It was at this time that many professional players discovered that the U17 World Cup was actually Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

Medanore, Polk, Amadeus, Camus, Reinhardt, and Makoto Takamura.

Too many professional-level masters are not geniuses, but powerhouses, powerhouses who can impact professional players.

In the midst of this turmoil, the new "Tennis" magazine was published, and sales hit a new high.