Legendary tennis, starting from signing up to talent

The next day.

The emergency editions of "Tennis Monthly" printed overnight were sent to various places in Japan.

At the same time.

This newspaper was also sent to Japan's Tennis Association, Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology, various tennis training bases, etc.

If the previous special edition of "Tennis Monthly" caused a stir in Japan's junior high school tennis world.

Then this emergency edition is the surging waves.

Japan U-17 training camp.

U-17, that is, under 17, under 17 years old (including 17 years old), is a training base for the purpose of training future Japanese professional players.

There are advanced technology instruments and professional coaches here. It is a training ground for top talents in Japan's tennis world and a veritable elite gathering place.

And in a monitoring room here.

"It looks like this year's U-17 World Cup should be able to break the previous ranking."

A man with long brown hair, a blue shirt and a white suit, took a cup of black tea in his left hand, took a sip, looked at the thirty-two monitoring screens on the wall, and said softly with a blank expression.

"Not enough, not enough!"

And on the ground next to him, a muscular man wearing a dark green vest and a slicked-back hair was doing push-ups with two fingers on the ground.

"Kurobe, Takushi, two colleagues."

"It seems that we need to contact the team leader."

At this time.

A man with long black hair wearing a white coat and a black round collar came in with a stack of information.

With a faint smile, he whispered to Kurobe Yukio and Takushi Ryuji.

"Oh?"

"What is the matter that needs to alarm the head coach Mifune?"

Gracefully put down the cup of black tea in his hand, and Kurobe Yukio kept his eyes on the monitoring screens.

"First of all."

"This is an invitation to an emergency meeting between the Neon Tennis Association and the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology."

"Secondly."

"This is the emergency edition of Tennis Monthly that was printed last night."

Saito Shi put one hand in his pocket and rubbed the information in his hand with the other hand, revealing it.

"Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology?"

"Are those guys going to make trouble with the academic problems of high school players again?"

"This kind of thing doesn't require head coach Mifune to come forward."

After doing a push-up, Takushi Ryuji propped himself up, tilted his head and took a look, and said nonchalantly.

"No, no, no~"

"It's not unreasonable."

"It's an important meeting about whether there will be a gap in the youth tennis world in Neon."

Saito Shi shook his head and denied it.

At the same time, he also walked to the side of Kurobe Yukio.

Put it next to the laptop in front of the other party.

Clatter...

Then.

Kurobe Yukio picked up one of them and started reading.

But as he flipped through the pages, his expression gradually became serious.

"It's really bad."

"But even if we tell head coach Mifune about this kind of thing, it will eventually fall on the three of us."

"Don't notify them."

After a moment.

Putting down the information in his hand, Kurobe Yukio said solemnly.

"But even if it can endanger the foundation of Japanese youth tennis."

"But we shouldn't invite the U-17 training camp to attend the meeting, right?"

After finishing push-ups, Takushi Ryuji walked to the table and took a look at the emergency meeting invitation.

He asked in confusion.

"Not long ago, there were rumors that this year's U-17 World Cup wanted to make certain reforms."

"That is, the International Tennis Association wanted to make an exception to allow junior high school players to participate in the competition for the purpose of cultivating new players."

"The Japanese Tennis Association should have heard this rumor, so it strongly proposed that the U-17 training camp attend the meeting."

Kurobe Yukio explained slowly.

After saying that.

He picked up the two materials on the table and walked straight out.

"If that's the case."

"Then we may have to take some time off and investigate and observe those junior high school students during the national competition and the qualifying round."

Raising his eyebrows, Saito Shi muttered thoughtfully.

Then he walked out.

"Junior high school students?"

"Can those little guys really survive here?"

Takushi Ryuji sighed helplessly.

Then, he followed with big strides.

......

In the evening.

In a private room of a high-end club in Tokyo.

Bang!

Crash!

The long-haired feminine man from the Gilgamesh Tennis Club was smashing things crazily at this moment.

Glass glasses, champagne fragments, drinks, and cigarette butts were all over the floor.

It can be said thatThe scene was in a mess.

"Haha..."

"Is it necessary to make such a big fuss?"

The bald middle-aged man with sunglasses from the Nibelungen Tennis Club sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, and asked with a mocking expression.

"Don't pretend to be noble there!"

"In just one afternoon, the group of trash who paid to transfer to a group of private junior high schools were directly expelled."

"Who gave you the information? Don't you have any idea?"

The long-haired feminine man said with a cold look in his eyes.

But after he finished speaking.

He seemed to have thought of something.

Instead, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"By the way."

"It seems that your Nibelungen Tennis Club has arranged the most."

"I didn't expect that you actually hid so many monsters."

"This time, those guys must be making trouble again."

"Are you having a headache?"

The voice fell.

The bald middle-aged man with sunglasses flicked the ash on his cigar.

His expression remained the same.

"I don't know how you, with your pig brain, became so big and strong."

"There's more than one trash can."

"Some places are even happy to accept what I consider trash."

"Okay."

"I won't waste my words on you."

"Next, let's do it on our own."

After putting the cigar on the table and twisting it out.

The bald middle-aged man with sunglasses stood up and walked out of the box.

"Has this guy given up here?"

"Or is there something I don't know yet?"

With his eyes changing from bright to dark, the long-haired feminine man put his hands in front of his nose, frowned and pondered.

I don't know how long it has been.

"Huh..."

"It seems that we need to change our thinking."

"Investment always takes some time to generate returns."

"In the meantime, it's time to make new investments."

Looking at the big screen in front of him playing the singing and dancing of the Korean idol boy group, he seemed to have thought of something.

The long-haired feminine man suddenly relaxed his brows and laughed heartily.

Then he stood up and left.