Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

Two days passed in a flash.

Metropolitan Ares Tennis Park.

Early in the morning, this venue, which has been hosting large-scale events, gets busy.

American West Blue Shore Youth Exchange Tournament.

This is a friendly match initiated by the United States.

In this regard, Neon is naturally very concerned, and even the Nets Association has also paid a certain amount of attention.

At the entrance of the stadium, Inoue Mori and Shiba Saori were also waiting early.

They also heard the news about the selection and training in the Kanto region, so they were very curious about the candidate who represented Neon this time.

"Senior, this game also looks very grand."

Shiba Saori was a little bit stunned when he entered the hall.

Except for the well-maintained tennis court in the middle, this egg-like stadium is densely packed with seats.

This is a large venue that can hold at least five thousand people.

And in accordance with this ladder-like involvement, the atmosphere at the scene must be very warm at that time.

Inoue Shou looked around for a while, and then found an area specially arranged by the organizer for their media staff.

"Let's go over there first."

"good!"

Shiba Saori, who was interrupted by her illusion, was taken aback, blushing and followed.

After approaching, her eyes lit up.

In the media area, a handsome blond man is being interviewed.

Aside, Inoue's gaze condensed, he felt that the face of the man in front of him seemed particularly familiar.

Involuntarily, his brain began to retrieve it.

"It turned out to be him!!"

Only for a moment, a report from an American tennis magazine entered his mind, and he whispered in surprise.

Inoue Shou's face was a little excited, and he quickly raised the camera to take two snapshots.

Afterwards, he sorted out the thoughts in his mind and walked quickly towards the blond man.

Behind him, Shiba Saori was still a little hooded, "Is it him? Who is he?"

Glancing at the blond man, and then at the agitated Inoue Mamoru, she leaned forward subconsciously.

...

"Hello, Mr. Reinhardt, I'm Inoue Mamoru from Tennis Monthly, can I interview you here?"

Watching the colleague in front of him retreat, Inoue's eyes lit up.

"Tennis Monthly?" Reinhardt glanced at Inoue Mamoru with a smile, "This reporter friend, no problem."

Inoue was overjoyed after hearing this.

He handed the video equipment on his shoulder to Shiba Saori behind him, and then took out his pen and small notes.

"Mr. Reinhardt, as the captain of the U17, why did you come to Neon this time?"

Inoue Morusian asked a question that he cared most about.

Reinhardt pretended to listen carefully for two seconds before he smiled and said, "I am the leader of the U.S. Coast team, and I am naturally here for this game."

Inoue was shocked, unexpectedly this was the answer. However, there is a lot of hidden information in the other party's sentence.

His brows condensed, and he continued to ask: "As far as I know, this is just a friendly match, and Mr. Reinhardt is actually paying attention."

Continuing to maintain a good demeanor, Reinhardt blinked and pointed his finger upwards, "These are all the tasks above, so I will come over together."

His words sounded a bit wrong, but Inoue Mamoru couldn't find the slightest loophole.

Thinking of the few things that had happened before, Inoue Shou suddenly changed his voice and asked from another angle: "What does Mr. Reinhardt think of our neon tennis?"

Before the change, his question was really useless.

At that time, everyone knew that they were in the desert of tennis, but now they are just able to test the opposite.

"I'm looking forward to it!" Reinhardt didn't mean his praise, and said with a smile: "Neon tennis players are very creative and hardworking. For example, by the Byodoin Phoenix player, I look forward to it. Play against him on the court."

His words are superb, and Reinhardt's words make people unable to pick out any faults.

In the end, Inoue Mamoru asked two more questions, but still did not figure out the other party's intentions.

"Senior Inoue, what happened to you just now..."

Shiba Saori raised his eyes and glanced at his predecessor strangely.

The posture of the other party just now was completely different from normal.

"Nothing." Inoue kept his head down, still thinking in his mind. After a while, he sighed softly, "The other party's identity is very sensitive."

"Ralph Reinhardt, the captain of the U17 national team, is a very dangerous person."

"Danger?"

Shiba Saori was puzzled, she turned her head and glanced back, and the other party has always looked hearty and kind from the beginning to the present.

"He is very ambitious. If I remember correctly, he once published a paragraph in a famous American tennis magazine."

There was a trace of memory in Inoue's gaze. At that time, he was only emotional when he saw that there was another incredible figure in the United States.

"What are you talking about?" There was a hint of curiosity in Shisaori's eyes.

"Usually you should pay more attention to some foreign information." Inoue gave a helpless look at Shiba Saori, and then yoyo said: "Those talented and capable tennis players, our free and democratic United States of America will always treat you. Open the door."

"Ah this..."

Zhi Sazhi opened her mouth slightly, and she was a bit speechless for a while.

"How does it feel like a job advertisement?"

After a while, Shiba Saori murmured a little, and when he looked at Reinhardt again, his eyes wandered involuntarily.

"Your analogy is strange, but it's the truth." Inoue Shou's frowning brows eased, and he couldn't help smiling.

"They are like this, they have been absorbing tennis talents from all over the world. This Reinhardt, he wants the United States to be in the top four in the world under his leadership!"

"so…"

Even if Shiba Saori is stupid, he has already reacted at this time, "Senior is worried that he will poach our neon player?"

"Yes."

Inoue guarded his eyes and showed a trace of worry.

The United States is a very attractive place for many neon people.

"The Neon Team is here!"

Just as the two discussed in low voices, an exclamation came from the door.

Inoue Mori and Shiba Saori's eyes lit up.

They are only guessing about Reinhardt's purpose now. Compared to this, the players on their side are more concerned about it.

Although this is just a friendly match, no one is willing to lose.

This kind of national competition has been given a special meaning to some extent.

the other side.

Reinhardt, who is being interviewed, also frowned.

After politely rejecting the rest of the media, his gaze also turned to the entrance of the stadium.

A baby face with brown curly hair and round glasses walked in first through the gate.

"It's him!!"

Suddenly, Reinhardt's eyes narrowed, "Neon U17 has a lot of play in the river!"

Last time, it was this round-faced boy who seemed harmless to humans and animals to stop him.

Afterwards, all the invitations that Hopkins hurriedly sent out were not news.

As if noticing a certain sharp sight, Iriezaduo ignored the surrounding media, turned his eyes, and looked in the direction of Reinhardt.

"Hello, Mr. Reinhardt."

Opposite, Reinhardt understood the meaning of this sentence from the bluff of the other party's mouth.

Snorted coldly.

He ignored the smiling little man and quietly walked to the lounge where their American team was.

Although the opponent looks very ordinary, that kind of ability is very tricky for him.

...

It's nine o'clock in the morning.

This large venue is already full of spectators.

They usually watch a lot of domestic matches, and this kind of match against foreign teams still attracts a large number of curious fans.

The game has not yet started, but the intense and exciting atmosphere has enveloped the entire stadium.

"Next, the first Youth Exchange Tournament will start soon, with the West Blue shore team of the United States playing against the Neon Kanto team."

"Now let's invite the players from both sides to play!"

The loud broadcast sounded, and there was a huge cheer in the stadium.

"Please give me more advice this time!"

Standing in front of the net, Irie pushed his round-frame glasses and laughed softly.

Opposite him is Reinhardt with a subtle expression on his face.

"Please advise."

Although his expression changed extremely quickly, Reinhardt still did not hide the disappointment in his eyes.

The player he cared about the most was not selected!

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