Wang Wangzhi starts from Sharingan

France.

Southwest.

A gorgeous and restrained castle, rich in historical traces and classical charm, but also embellished with modern features.

With the dawn of the sky.

Amidst the chirping of birds in the early morning, it was like a sleeping silent castle, gradually coming to life with light and sound again.

Jingle bell bell~~~

Jijijiji~~~

Huhuhu~~~

The soft morning breeze blows through the wild woods, bringing a touch of nature's fragrance to the ancient castle.

Two slender and well-jointed arms slowly opened the window with an inexplicably elegant and classical movement.

The breeze slipped in along the window opening, blowing the classical curtains with fringed hems.

"Hmm~"

"Good morning, my love~"

Following this intimate and gentle morning greeting, what came into view was a very elegant, very gentle, very luxurious boy, with a classical aristocratic aura that was so strong that there was no place for it.

Long eyelashes, high bridge of nose, typical Western European classical male appearance.

She has sapphire-like clear eyes and eye-catching but not dazzling blond hair, which reaches past her ears and reaches her neck, with a slight curvature, like a tassel.

Especially on the side of the boy's left ear, the hair was deliberately grown to reach the heart of his chest.

The boy at this moment.

In those beautiful red phoenix eyes, there was no longer the fierceness they had when standing on the field in the past, but instead there was a strong sense of intimacy, happiness, and unabashed love.

And this boy standing in front of the window is the person Sora Kitagawa is most looking forward to during this trip to France.

His name is Camus.

——Leopold Camus Don Charpentier.

The leader of the French U17 team, the strongest player in the French tennis world, and known as the ‘revolutionary in the tennis world’.

A sincere tennis player who made a 'pledge of love' to tennis.

And the ‘lover’ that Camus calls is naturally the one who accompanies him day and night, never abandons him, and loves him so much... the ‘tennis racket’~

Phew~

Step~

The wind blows and the sound moves.

Camus, wearing pajamas, lovingly held his red and white tennis racket ‘wife’ in his arms.

Walking with a gentle and gentle smile on his face.

In the world between these two people, Camus hugged the ‘tennis racket’ and came to the dressing table next to him.

Then start dressing up my dear 'wife'.

Adjust the tennis strings, replace with new tape, clean with gentle movements, care with gentle movements...

In short.

In a moment of action that can make other people's skin crawl.

Camus, who always had a gentle look in his eyes, and his 'wife', who were inseparable, completed their intimate greetings after getting up in the morning.

And the last step.

Camus personally gave a ring to his wife, which was hung on the string near the triangular neck of the tennis racket.

Then he leaned the tennis racket against the wall. Camus stretched out his left hand, which was also wearing a wedding ring, and supported it against the wall with one hand.

Stand sideways, bend down, lower your head, and lower your eyes.

With gentle sounds and movements, Camus began to make loving gestures, kisses and greetings of love to his dear 'wife'.

"mua~"

"I love you, my love~"

"You are still so beautiful today~"

Then, after a few seconds of silent silence.

Camus's slightly closed eyes slowly opened, and his long eyelashes trembled, expressing joy, happiness, comfort, and tenderness...

A series of positive emotions emanated from Camus.

Just like~

In those few seconds, he received a response from his dear 'wife'.

It's so sweet, so heart-warming, it even makes the whole room feel sweet and warm.

After half a while.

In the room of the two-person world, there are no more human figures.

In the warm and sweet aftertaste, only one intimate word from Camus remained.

"I understand~"

"My love~"

"Then let's go see the sea of ​​flowers today~"

France in March is famous for its sea of ​​lavender flowers.

And the natural sea of ​​flowers not far from the castle will be in full bloom for Camus and his ‘wife’ today.

But it's obvious.

Generally speaking, there are always unexpected interruptions to the beauty of the holidays.

No, while enjoying breakfast.

Camus, who was sitting opposite his 'wife', enjoying breakfast, enjoying the sweetness and beauty, received a phone call.

Jingle bell bell~~~

Da~

He gave his ‘wife’ a gentle and apologetic smile as a gesture.

Camus put down the knife and fork in his hand, wiped his hands and mouth with a napkin, and answered the 'interruption' call.

"Hello~"

"Good morning, Camus."

After Camus's voice rang, a mature-sounding male voice on the other end of the phone also rang and greeted Camus politely.

"Coach, what's wrong?"

If you called me so early, there was no doubt that something was wrong.

"Camus...can he return to the team early?"

After calling Camus' name, the coach on the other end of the phone paused and hesitated slightly, but in the end he still spoke out his request.

Obviously, Camus' status in the French tennis world is unquestionable.

Even if the coach of the French U17 team made a request for Camus to return to the team early, he did so in a consultative tone rather than making a mandatory request.

After all~

Not to mention their relationship as coach and team member, they are also very good friends.

in addition.

"Coach~"

"This week is my holiday."

Hmm~

Yes, after working hard for a long time, Camus used all his vacation time.

I am taking a week's vacation, and I am planning to take my 'wife' on a beautiful and sweet trip.

But now~

At this time, Camus' gentle gaze fell directly on the 'wife' opposite.

Although he said so, the sincere apology in his eyes towards his 'wife' already made it clear what Camus meant.

Camus knew very well that if it was not an important matter, the coach on the other end of the phone would not come to disturb the sweet vacation between him and his 'wife'.

Therefore~

The next second, as expected, the coach's voice sounded again.

"I'm sorry, Camus."

"But I'm sorry."

"That guy...is already here..."

When he said the last sentence, the coach's tone was obviously different from usual, which also attracted Camus' attention.

"Um?"

With a voice of doubt, Camus waited for the coach to clarify his doubts.

"——Kitagawa Sora."

The devil from the east where the sun rises...

The super devil who has become famous in the world of tennis this year...

According to rumors, the invincible ‘Conqueror of the Kingdom’…

Well, a powerful tennis player who wanders around the world, travels from country to country, challenges according to the world rankings, and overturns the tennis world one after another...

A series of intelligence and information emerged in Camus' mind.

There is no doubt that as Sora Kitagawa has traveled around the world and become famous in the world of football, the tennis circles in various countries will naturally take notice of him.

Well, especially the remaining countries.

Seeing that Sora Kitagawa was about to come to the door, the U17 team, which was responsible for guarding its glory in the tennis world, paid special attention to Sora Kitagawa.

Especially after Sora Kitagawa turned the Spanish tennis world upside down.

The world's BIG4, well, I should say the remaining BIG3, who were initially dismissive of Kitagawa Sora but were extremely confident in themselves, quickly cheered up.

Collect information, think about countermeasures, analyze and analyze, hypothetical simulation, thirty-six strategies...

In short.

Whether it is Germany, the current number one player in the world, Switzerland, the second best brother, or France, the third best brother.

Perhaps the importance attached to Kitagawa Sora gradually weakened and decreased.

But for defeating Kitagawa Sora, continuing to maintain the glory and power that established the world's BIG3, breaking the "unrealistic" "fantasy" of those watching the excitement.

This kind of thinking is shared by the remaining BIG3 tennis players in the world, who are firm and serious.

As for why it is the world’s BIG3.

Well, ever since the day the Spanish tennis world was overturned by Sora Kitagawa, this fourth brother has been fired.

Therefore~

ever!

"Absolutely! Absolutely! Absolutely!"

"Not allowed!"

On the other end of the phone, a slightly tired coach, with firm eyes, serious and solemn eyes.

In order to maintain his position, the junior brother protects the honor of being the third in the world in French tennis.

It is absolutely impossible to be provoked by Kitagawa Sora alone.

The lessons learned from the Spanish tennis community are right in front of us. The French tennis community must not become a ‘laughing stock’.

Otherwise, he, the coach of the U17 representative team, would be the one to blame.

Taking the blame, being scolded, being laughed at...

There is no doubt that Mr. Coach cannot accept it, so he must recall Camus.

"Based on the analysis and evolution of the staff group."

"He should set up the challenge ring at the Parc Center in Paris."

"Although the time has not yet been determined, we still need you, Camus."

On the French U17 side, according to the coach's previous head-to-head arrangements, Camus' side will not play Sora Kitagawa immediately.

If other domestic tennis players were to go against Sora Kitagawa first.

The staff team will collect data and intelligence in real time, conduct analysis and analysis, and finally conduct a simulation to block and defeat Kitagawa Sora with Camus as the final main combatant.

Whether it is an early adaptation battle or advance targeted training.

In short, everything is aimed at defeating Kitagawa Sora.

so.

"Camus!"

With a call, the coach's words came to an end.

As for Camus's response, with tacit understanding, the coach actually got it.

"Understood, sir."

"I will return to the team tomorrow."

Camus' clear voice sounded on the phone, which made the coach smile. He knew that his disciple would not let him down.

Whether it’s returning to the team this time or defeating Kitagawa Sora!

This side of the castle.

Dah~dip~

After hanging up the phone, Camus looked tenderly at his 'wife' opposite.

"Sorry, honey."

"I will return to the team early tomorrow."

"Let's go see the sea of ​​flowers today. As for the travel plans we made before, we'll leave them for the next vacation."

Later.

Camus's mind drifted to the main reason for returning to the team this time.

"Beichuan~Sora~"

"Hmm~"

"Sure enough, I'm still looking forward to it."

Just as Kitagawa Sora looked forward to Camus, Camus also looked forward to Kitagawa Sora.

There is no way around it. In this year, the 'feat' accomplished by Kitagawa Sora is really hard to ignore.

One country after another, one tennis world after another.

In the end, even Spain, a tennis powerhouse that also has the world's BIG4 status, was defeated by Sora Kitagawa.

There is no doubt that this man's power made Camus very concerned.

And this time.

The opponent of this ‘big devil’ is Camus.

"Then~"

"Get ready for this battle~"

At this moment, the eyes of this 'tennis revolutionist' also flashed with a gleam of surprise under the seriousness.

In addition to being a "tennis revolutionary" who loves tennis deeply.

Camus was also a tennis player.

A true tennis player's desire for a powerful opponent will never be absent.

…

Phew~

Accompanied by a wisp of breeze that travels between heaven and earth.

Let’s return to Neon U17.

In one side of the stadium at the comprehensive training ground, the scene that unfolded in silence made the whole place fall into silence.

"Gudu~"

"Gudu~"

"Gudu~"

The act of swallowing saliva appeared in the throats of one junior high school student after another.

Compared with the high school students who were calm, exclaimed and contented, the middle school students were confused, shocked and dumbfounded.

Phew~

A breeze blew, and many middle school students came back to their senses.

"Just now……"

"after all……"

"what happened……"

Amid the murmurings, all of a sudden, the astonished eyes of all the junior high school students looked directly at the scoreboard.

On the electronic screen, the words '15-0' were clearly displayed.

Plus the referee’s voice just now.

There is no doubt that the result is clear.

"Gudu~"

"Just score?"

"What is this?"

"Did you serve just now? Did you serve? Did you serve? Huh?"

A series of questions and doubts appeared on many junior high school students, but it was obvious that many of them actually had an answer, but... they didn't want to believe it.

Or rather... it's unbelievable.

Just like... Keigo Atobe on the tennis court.

Brush~

ever!

When his eyes opened, they were shocked.

After looking back and glancing at the pale yellow tennis ball falling and rolling from the wall behind him, Atobe Keigo turned around again and looked at Ochi Gekko on the opposite left half.

The senior opposite him had a very long sea-blue hair that blocked his eyes, making it impossible for Atobe to get the corresponding information by looking at each other.

However, that leisurely movement, that breezy posture, and that... serve just now.

They all told Keigo Atobe that the senior opposite him was really strong.

"No.4!"

After murmuring slightly, Atobe Keigo got a lot of information from the discussions of the high school students on the sidelines.

Wow~~~

"Uwuwu~~~"

"I knew that as soon as Yuezhi served, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered, hahaha~~~"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's so cruel. Yue Zhi will hit his junior brother to pieces with such a heavy blow, right?"

"Sure enough, not every junior high school student is as perverted as that guy from Beichuan."

"Huh~ It's true. Every time I see Yue Zhi's 'Mach Serve', I feel like I'm going to die. It's so powerful."

"Look, all the junior high school boys are going crazy."

"This is our No. 4!"

…

Beichuan!

Mach serves!

There is no doubt that Mr. Atobe captured the key information from the noisy words.

"The extremely fast serve named after 'Mach'..."

With the movement of their footsteps, Ochi Gekko and Atobe Keigo quickly changed their positions in the left and right halves.

"Huh~"

After taking a deep breath, Keigo Atobe leaned down with his racket in hand, ready to receive the serve.

His mind was slightly condensed, his heart was calm, and there was a glimmer of ice crystal light in his eyes.

"That is to say..."

"This 'Mach serve' must have been counterattacked by Kitagawa!"

ever!

After a quick look, Uncle Atobe declared that he would rise again.

"bring it on!"

"Look, I'll show it to you!"

As for this ‘you’, who are you talking about~

…