The Strongest Player in Sports

Buzz!

A harsh buzzing sounded and the plane slowly slipped from the sky.

The hatch opened.

Mifune entered the road and led the team down.

"Hmm~"

"Finally in France!"

Tanegashima exhaled.

Although caught in Zongshen's dream, it is still uncomfortable for him to fly.

"Let's go!"

"This French competition will be held at the Roland Garros court in Paris. We live in the hotel next to it."

Mifune entered the road, put away the wine gourd, and left with the team.

The group soon came to the hotel.

After settling down, they gathered in the coach's room.

"The itinerary for match has come out, you guys take a good look!!

Mifune enters the road and throws the form to Zongshen.

Zongshen glanced casually, and then passed it to the other players.

Today is May 11th.

The opening time of the French competition is May 24th.

A lottery will be held that day.

Two teams will be selected for the pre-match warm-up exhibition match.

The group stage of the French Grand Prix will not begin until the 28th.

There will be four teams in each group.

Each team has three matches, and the two teams with the highest points advance.

The duration is three days in total.

Finally, the top sixteen of the competition were selected.

And match has also changed from a group system to an elimination system.

Once you fail, you won't have any chance, and you will be eliminated directly.

The tournament will be held on June 2nd and lasts for six days.

Until the two teams participating in the finals are decided, and the two teams competing for the third place.

And on June 11th is the competition for the championship and the third place.

"According to this schedule, each team also has time to regain strength!"

Everyone nodded after reading the form.

The tournament will be two or three days after the group stage.

And after every tournament, there is a day off.

The final finals were three days apart.

These days are enough for the players to replenish their spirits.

"Today is only the 11th, which means we still have nearly half a month to prepare w.!"

Akuto's eyes flashed.

Teams from other countries came one after another.

He can take advantage of these days to collect data from various countries.

"Akuto, Junjima!"

"The information of various countries is left to you!"

Zongshen looked at the two and said.

One is a master of intelligence and the other is a master of negotiations.

As long as the two work together, the intelligence of any team can hardly escape their clutches.

"clear!"

The two nodded heavily.

"There are still twelve days before the match begins!"

"I hope everyone can quickly become familiar with the surrounding illusions, diet, and climate in these days!"

"Adjust your state to the best!"

Zongshen glanced around and looked around all the people in the first army.

Why do all teams have to go ahead of time when the competition starts?

And it's all a week or even half a month in advance.

The most fundamental reason is that many people have different physiques.

If you don’t go early, you may be unaccustomed to food and accommodation, etc.

Thereby affecting the player's state.

So before the match officially starts, everyone must adjust.

Use the best state to deal with the match.

"Yes!"

Everyone responded in a sudden.

"Well, everyone has a good rest."

Zongshen nodded, then looked at Mifune and entered the path, seeming to say if there is anything that needs to be added.

"Hurry up!

Mifune waved his hand and said impatiently.

For Zongshen, he is still very relieved.

All kinds of things can be covered, so he saves a lot of worry.

Everyone nodded and exited the room.

It was around nine o'clock in the evening, and they were not in the mood to have fun after they had been on the plane for more than ten hours. They returned to their rooms and prepared to rest.

Zongshen is also a little tired.

But the habit of training at night still made him pick up the racquet and walk towards the court.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of hitting the ball kept ringing.

Zongshen's figure ran quickly on the court, hitting the tennis back again and again.

The tennis impact points are all at the same location.

It was not until one hour passed that Zongshen breathed a sigh of relief and stopped.

Look at one place at the same time.

"It's time to come out after watching it for so long, right?"

Zongshen said in English.

Half an hour ago, he noticed that someone was stopping by to watch.

And he didn't take the initiative to dedicate himself.

Obviously not from the team.

This hotel is a rest hotel for players, but it is not limited to the Japanese team.

So most likely it is players from other countries.

"Awesome!"

A calm voice came.

Although it was a compliment, no tone fluctuations could be heard.

Zongshen only practiced batting.

But the position of the shot is the same place, and the force and speed used have not changed in any way.

In addition to powerful ball control, this method can no longer find any explanation.

Talking.

A figure walked out of the darkness.

This is a European and American man with extremely cold expression and long flowing hair.

Zongshen looked at him.

I felt a depressive breath from the opponent.

This kind of breath is momentum, as if it has to go from the body at any time.

"1 Spanish team?

Zongshen's gaze condensed and saw the team uniform that the opponent was wearing.

"You are Zongshen, the Japanese chief general, right?"

The grim man spoke calmly.

But after saying this, the calm light in his eyes instantly became sharp, like two sharp swords cutting towards Zongshen.

"Isn't I supposed to introduce myself before asking someone else's identity?"

Zongshen replied faintly.

There is no movement for this look.

"E?"

A look of surprise flashed in the man's eyes.

Unexpectedly, under his gaze, Zongshen could maintain this attitude.

"Medanore!"

"this is my name!"

The surprise in Medanore's eyes disappeared, and his voice remained calm.

"It turns out to be a genius from Spain!"

Zongshen raised his head slightly, his eyes gleaming.

On the first day in France, I met the first high school freshman in the world.

For a while, Zongshen's eyes changed.

Looking at each other is full of aggression and oppression.

Feeling Zongshen's gaze, Medanore is not afraid to be happy.

There seemed to be lightning in the eyes of the two of them, and they fought invisibly in the air.

The aura on his body also rose, and he slammed into the opponent.

boom!

The airflow around it seemed to stop flowing, and the dust on the ground was also lifted up.

The momentum collided violently.

Let the atmosphere on the court become heavy. .

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