The Strongest Player in Sports

"Can the benefits of commercialization really turn a team into this look?"

Saitō Itaru sighed.

He has been catching Let since he was a child and loves the sport.

After retiring professionally, he didn't think about looking for other jobs, but joined U-17 and wanted to cultivate a new generation of players.

Seeing that the newcomer is strong, he feels very relieved.

But today's events have completely subverted his ten-year philosophy.

It's just that the U-17 match was corrupted by capital and wanted them to fight a fake match.

"Human nature is like this!"

Zongshen shook his head.

The Han national team was not weak in Asia.

Can enter the World Cup every year.

But after being exposed to commercialization, everything changed.

The players and coaches have made money by relying on various sponsorships and endorsements, so naturally they are not in the mood to chase their dreams and the like.

So in only two years, the Han national team was completely degraded.

Don't hesitate to fight fake matches to win.

"It seems that we must also be wary of these, and must not be too commercial!"

Saitō Itaru looked serious.

He can't control what path the players will take after they leave the training camp.

But the training camp is a place to train the new generation. 25

He will never allow this place to be eroded by capital.

"But just let the Han national team go?"

Zongshen chuckled.

"Um?"

"What else? We have no evidence."

Saitō Itaru was taken aback.

For this kind of cancer team, he naturally did not want to let it go.

But there is no camera or anything, and there is no Li Zaicheng's handle at all.

If it is just an unfounded report, it is impossible to have any impact on the Han national team.

"No evidence?"

"Not always!

Zongshen smiled.

Then he took a custody in the pocket of his jacket and took out a cell phone.

It is ten months now, and Han country has entered winter.

So when he came out, he just put on his coat.

And his phone happened to be in the jacket.

"Zongshen you won't be"

Saitō Itaru opened his mouth.

"For this kind of cancer, I think it is better to let them not participate in the World Cup, so as not to spread this trend to other countries!"

Zongshen clicked on the phone.

As soon as the screen lights up, a picture appears soon.

Surprisingly, it was the scene where Li Zaicheng wrote a check for them to fight a counterfeit match.

"this "

Saitō Itaru was dumbfounded.

Unexpectedly, Zongshen actually recorded the evidence of the counterfeit match.

It is conceivable that once this video is handed over to the International Tennis Federation, the Han national team will not only be removed from the World Cup, but it may be suspended for several years.

"Coach, do you want to publish the video?"

Zongshen smiled.

"of course!"

"To deal with this kind of cancer team, naturally cannot be merciful!"

Saitō Itaru gave a final word.

"Um!"

"However, this video will not be released until I return to Japan, so please don't say anything now!"

Zongshen said.

"clear!"

Saitō Itaru nodded his head heavily.

This is the country of Han, and only fools can do things in other people's turf.

Speaking, the two returned to court.

Although the teammates wondered why the coach and Zongshen left.

But the match was about to begin, and they didn't ask much.

Zongshen picked up the racquet.

Then look in the direction of the Han national team.

I saw coach Li Zaicheng had come back, his nose and face swollen and he looked very funny.

Park Dae-sung, who was on the side, had a sullen face.

Obviously know the news that Zongshen refused to fight the counterfeit match.

"This World Cup, Han national team is still absent!"

Zongshen chuckled softly.

Then he took the racquet and walked to one side, and began to warm up.

Five minutes later, the sound of the radio sounded.

"Next, what is going to be a singles three match, please play on both sides!"

Zongshen heard this and immediately played.

At the moment he left, the members of the Han national team were stunned.

" how come?!"

"It's Zongshen!"

"Isn't this singles three? How could he play?"

"What a joke!

The members of the Han national team were full of disbelief.

Who is Zongshen?

He defeated professional players two years ago, and now he is even more famous on the ATP rankings.

Although he is a high school student, he completely surpassed the high school level.

He is called the world's first person of his age.

In their thoughts, even if Zongshen would appear, he would also serve as a singles one.

But who would have thought that the Japanese team did not play their cards according to their routines at all.

Actually let a professional player serve as singles three.

"My opponent is Tezuka Zongshen?!"

A Han national contestant with smoky makeup, crying and mourning.

His name is Jin Chengjun, No. 4 of the Han national team.

Although confident in his own strength, Zongshen is no ordinary player.

So no matter how confident he is, he doesn't think he can win.

After all, Zongshen is professional.

And it's also famous in the ATP rankings.

"afraid of what!"

Park Daxing saw the appearance of the team members and immediately roared.

His 300 million endorsements were almost lost, and he didn't cry. What qualifications do his teammates cry.

"But "

Jun Jincheng swallowed.

He saw it with his own eyes in the two matches just now.

The companions were blown off one by one, and Li Yingjun went to the hospital.

Zongshen is better than the others in Byodoin.

Against such a master, does 977 still have a way to survive?

"how?"

"Do you want to flee without a fight?!"

Park Daxing spoke coldly.

"I see!"

Jin Chengjun heard this gritted teeth, and then walked towards the court.

In a match, the most is injured.

But if he flees without fighting, he will be ruined in his life.

So even if there is a tiger on the field, he has to bite the bullet and play.

Players from both sides came to the court under the spotlight.

However, Zongshen has no good feelings for the members of the Han national team.

After shaking his hand, he turned around and left.

"Didi~"

"Singles three match, Han Guojin Chengjun serve!"

The referee immediately blew the whistle.

"Huh~"

Jun Jincheng took a deep breath.

Pat the ball lightly on the ground and then violently raise it.

boom!

There was a crisp sound.

The tennis ball flew like a bullet, but it landed on the ground in the blink of an eye.

"I wanted to warm up.

"But forget it!"

Zongshen looked at the bouncing tennis ball with a flash of sharpness in his eyes.

With five fingers and one grasp, the golden light shines.

Pressing on the racquet, the entire racket surface releases brilliance.

Seeing a ball that bounced, racquet swept hard. .

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