The Strongest Player in Sports

Chapter 752 : World Sensation (5/5)

Madrid, Spain.

Kings Hospital.

In a ward, there is a person lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

"Aren't you awake yet?

A blond man was full of anger.

His name is Cloto, Medanore's agent.

"Don't worry, the doctor said there is no danger to life!"

Spanish U-17 leader Elvis sighed, but he did not expect this to happen.

"How dare that swordsman of Brumo dare to be like this, the same Spanish player, he should be such a dead hand against Medanore!"

Croto growled, deep anger in his eyes.

"Hasn't his character always been like this?"

"But the opponent's strength is strong, not many people in Spain are his opponents!"

Elvis whispered.

Although Brumo is only ranked 52.

But this ranking is a worldwide ranking.

There are only a few people ahead of him in Spain.

And these few people still know Brumo.

Therefore, the opponent is totally lawless in Spanish tennis.

It was also because of this that Brumo dared to make such a deadly hand and almost abolished Medanore.

"Trouble now!"

Croto was discouraged.

Medanore was not injured, so naturally he is a top genius.

But he listened to the doctor and said that he needed a major operation, and then he could be restored to 687 for one or two years.

This is a terrible news for a player.

One or two years of effort is enough to waste a person's body and skills.

At that time, no one knows whether Medanore's talent and strength are the same as now.

"Polk of the national team, Amadeus of the Swiss team, and Zongshen of the Japanese team have all completed their transfers. Medanore is injured this time, I am afraid it will be difficult to catch up with them!"

Elvis frowned.

Originally, several people were geniuses of the same level.

But if Medanore recuperates for one or two years, the strength of the two sides will definitely be stretched.

When the time comes to recover, let alone catch up with these geniuses, whether you can have the current strength is a question.

"What did you say!"

A hoarse voice sounded.

Elvis was taken aback, feeling his arm being grabbed.

Look down.

Found that Medanore had awakened and was looking at himself with a pale face.

"Are you saying that Zongshen has changed his job?"

Medanore moved his body, and immediately felt a sharp pain.

He ignored the pain, but stared at each other.

"Um!"

Elvis was silent for a while, then nodded.

He knows Medanore well. Since losing to Zongshen, the opponent has always used Zongshen as his opponent.

Now the opponent has changed jobs, but he is lying on the hospital bed.

It is conceivable how much this hit Medanore.

Medanore closed his eyes, his pale face full of silence.

It took a full minute before he spoke.

"When will I be able to recover?"

The words fell.

Elvis was silent.

Among them, Cloto opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say a word.

"Say it!"

Medanore said in a low voice, without any fluctuations in his tone.

"The doctor said that it will take a major operation and it will take a year or two to recover!"

Elvis sighed.

"A year or two?"

Medanore's body trembled and his face became paler.

As a professional player, he knows exactly what one or two years represent.

He spoke in a deep voice only after a long time.

"Help me arrange surgery!"

It is true that the operation will delay a lot of time, but he has no choice.

"Um!"

Cloto nodded.

The only thing he can do now is to let Medanore recover as soon as possible.

Paris France.

U-17 training camp.

"Zongshen has changed his job!"

Luke looked at the message in his hand with emotion.

The World Cup is only two or three months away, and Zongshen's identity is already different.

"Captain, are you coming soon, too?"

Camus asked (cffb) on the side.

"maybe!"

Luke smiled unceasingly.

He has entered the world professional level a long time ago, but he has never chosen to change his job.

I have been in contact with some clubs before, but did not sign a contract.

Seeing Zongshen one step ahead now made him a little moved.

"I really envy you!"

Camus sighed.

Seeing people of the same age surpass themselves one by one, it feels inexplicable in my heart.

"With your talent, you can definitely become a professional player in time!

Luke smiled.

Camus did not answer, but looked at the message in his hand.

After seeing the four words of professional players, my heart became inexplicably hot.

Bern, Switzerland.

U-17 training camp.

The players are training fiercely.

Two of the figures ran fast on the court, with black light shining, and tennis balls floated and floated among them.

Neither Amadis nor Norman went to professional clubs, but trained in training camps.

"You should have heard that? Zongshen has already changed his job!'

Norman said after hitting the ball back.

"Um!'

Amadeus nodded.

Now the news of Zongshen's job change has spread all over the world.

It's hard for him even if he doesn't want to know.

After all, a 14-year-old professional player is a new record.

But he was not surprised, because at the World Cup, he had a hunch that Zongshen would be transferred.

It's just that I didn't expect to change jobs so quickly.

"And Medanore is still injured!"

Norman continued.

"what?!"

Amadeus shook his hand and almost didn't even hit the ball back.

"do not you know?"

"Medanore participated in the Kings Cup of Glory in Spain and was injured by ATP ranked 52nd Brumo. I heard that it will take a year or two to recover!"

Norman told what he knew.

"One or two years?"

Amadeus stopped the movement in his hand, and his expression was a little silent.

Although several people are opponents, they know how to do it.

He is a little uncomfortable now to hear this encounter with people he knows.

"The professional arena is not a playhouse!"

"All kinds of world professional stunts are extremely dangerous, and you have to be careful in the future!"

"After all, this kind of injury is not worth it, and the referee will not blow the other party's flagrant foul!"

Norman sighed.

It was a pity that a genius suffered a disaster.

But it is more vigilant.

At the same time confess to yourself, in the usual professional match, do not take it lightly.