Prince of Tennis: I, the Son of God, Yukimura Seiichi

"I didn't expect that the dignified King, Germany's No.1, would skip the match and come here."

Medanore chuckled.

"Aren't you the same, Medanore?"

Polk said indifferently, "You seem to forget that you are still a professional player."

"It's as if you're not a professional player."

Medanore shrugged.

"Are you also here for that middle school student?"

Amadeus looked at Q.P and asked.

Q.P said in a calm tone, "Just a little curious."

"Because the tennis reporters compared that middle school student from the Neon team to you?"

Medanore's eyes flashed as he looked at Q.P.

"No, just purely curious."

Q.P's tone didn't waver in the slightest.

"Maybe that middle school student will surprise everyone."

Medanore looked at the surrounding audience and said, "France is the home team, it seems the Neon team is under a lot of pressure this time."

Amadeus suddenly said, "Byodoin Houou won't let this situation continue."

"That Overlord, huh?"

Polk, Q.P, and Medanore all revealed a hint of sharpness in their eyes.

"Yes."

Medanore replied, "The Neon team will definitely do that, otherwise there's no point in that middle school student appearing at this time."

"That middle school student should play in the match against Camus."

Polk said after thinking, "I think the Neon team must be calculating something."

"That middle school student is competing against Camus?"

After hearing Polk's words, the other three showed a hint of surprise in their eyes.

They thought Yukimura was going to play, but they didn't expect Polk to say that the middle school student was competing against Camus?

"If that's the case, then the Neon team must be calculating something."

Q.P's eyes narrowed slightly, and he had already begun to consider why the Neon team would do this.

Medanore and Amadeus frowned, weren't the Neon team afraid of losing the match by doing this?

What exactly is the Neon team thinking?

"Ladies and gentlemen, the match is about to begin, please cheer for our French team!!"

The host's voice became excited.

"France!! France!! France!! France!!"

The entire stadium was filled with cheers for France.

"Next, let's welcome our French team!!"

Following the host's voice, everyone in the stadium looked towards the French team's entrance.

A cloud of smoke filled the air, followed by several figures appearing.

Leading the way was naturally Camus and Duke Watanabe!

The moment the French team appeared, everyone shouted again, and the atmosphere was ignited once more.

"Next, let's welcome the Neon team!"

As the host's words rang out, the stadium instantly became quiet.

Byodoin Houou, Oni Jujiro, Taneshima Shuji, and others appeared in turn.

"Home court is home court, this situation alone puts a lot of pressure on the Neon team."

Seeing this situation, Medanore's expression remained unchanged.

As a professional player, what kind of scene hasn't he seen?

In his opinion, this situation was very normal.

"This is the world!"

There was no change in Amadeus's deep and dark pupils.

"That middle school student isn't here?"

Q.P frowned as he looked at the Neon team's lineup below.

"He's not here."

Polk looked around and didn't see Yukimura's figure.

"The match has already started, and he still hasn't appeared?"

Medanore raised an eyebrow, with a strange look in his eyes.

"So, what is that middle school student doing now— — — — -?"

Amadeus asked with some doubt.

Below, the French team's rest area.

"That middle school student isn't here?"

Camus frowned after noticing the Neon team's personnel situation.

"He's not here."

Duke Watanabe shook his head.

"What is the Neon team thinking?"

Lhoussaine André looked towards the Neon team's rest area, his tone somewhat displeased.

"Could it be that we've been tricked?"

Lindsay Frankland's eyes were filled with anger, "It seems that middle school student isn't even a member of the Neon U-17 representative team."

Not?

Thoughts appeared in Camus's eyes, the No.6 badge on the collar couldn't be fake.

But now— — — ·

Why hasn't that middle school student appeared?

"Could it be because of something, so he didn't appear?"

Camus thought to himself.

At this moment, not only Polk, Medanore, Amadeus, and Q.P, but also the eyes of others were fixed on the Neon people.

All the tennis reporters were the same.

The purpose of their coming here was to find out who exactly was the middle school student wearing the Neon U-17 representative team's No.6 badge at the airport.

But they haven't seen that middle school student now!

Neon team's rest area.

"It seems that not only the French team is unhappy, but even those few people have come."

Irie Kanata narrowed his eyes and said meaningfully.

"Polk, Medanore, Amadeus, and Q.P!"

Taneshima Shuji's eyes sank slightly, his expression somewhat serious.

"I didn't expect they would all come."

Ochi Tsukimitsu said, "Is it for Yukimura?"

"Who else would it be for if not Yukimura?"

Irie Kanata smiled and said, "In the past two days, the reports have already compared Yukimura and Q.P on the surface."

"After all, a middle school student who suddenly appeared is actually the Neon U-17 representative team's No.6, Q.P is also a middle school student, so naturally some people will think that Yukimura is a hidden powerhouse in our team, just like Q.P."

"But they're all wrong, Yukimura is not another Q.P, because Yukimura is much stronger than Q.P!"

"Whether it's talent or strength, the most important thing is— — — — — - Yukimura is even younger than Q.P."

Irie said so.

"If you said that in Germany, you probably wouldn't be able to leave the country."

Taneshima Shuji said amusingly, "Although it's the truth."

"Right?"

Irie Kanata smiled.

"That bastard Yukimura is late for the match!!"

Byodoin's expression was not good, he found Yukimura when they gathered this morning.

As a result, they only arrived at the match venue under the urging of Mifune Nyudo.

Oni Jujiro shook his head, "He's actually late at this time."

"Anyway, he's already late, the head coach will naturally arrange it."

Taneshima Shuji shrugged.

"That's right."

Irie Kanata nodded.

The other First-Years were silent.

They couldn't get a word in at all. Before participating in the U-17 World Cup, they thought their strength was not bad.

But now they don't even have the qualifications to speak, let alone be jealous of Yukimura, because they really don't have the slightest qualification!