The Strongest Player in Sports

Early the next morning.

After a rest night, everyone's spirits recovered.

"Into the road coach, has the U.S. team determined the time for the match?"

Zongshen asked, leaning on the door.

"The match is at 8 o'clock in the morning three days later.

Mifune entered the way and took a sip of wine and replied.

Three days later?

Several people nodded.

It is now the end of February, and in January, Zongshen will return to Japan.

Because the end of March is the first school season in Japan-.

Zongshen is going back to study.

But the two are not in conflict.

Although Japan’s expedition has eleven opponents.

But as long as he wins five matches, he has a great chance to enter the French race.

There is one month left, enough for Zongshen to play five games.

In this way, even if Zongshen temporarily leaves the training camp, there will be no problems with the team.

And there are a group of restless guys in the training camp.

Like Akuto and Wugu, they are also good enough to serve in the army.

"Let's go, go to train!"

At the time of the match, Zongshen turned around to prepare for training.

"Why don't you stop training this morning?"

Tanegashima spoke suddenly, and there was an extra poster in his hand at some point.

‘Los Angeles Junior Tennis Tournament!’

While Tanegashima waved, a few big characters came into view.

"What's so good about this kind of competition!"

Byodoin snorted.

Most of the participants in this match are a group of middle school and elementary school students, and the real masters will never go there.

It is of no use to read it.

"Don't you want to see the overall strength of the United States?"

Tanegashima smiled.

This kind of competition is indeed impossible for high school masters.

But they can judge the overall level of the United States through this match.

"Listening to Tanegashima's words, it really makes sense!'

Zongshen touched his chin, then looked at all the team members: "Do you want to see it?"

"whatever!"

Everyone has no opinion.

Anyway, it's only one morning, and it won't delay anything.

"You go, I have something wrong!"

Echizen Ryoga shook his head, with a hint of apology on his face.

"Um?"

Zongshen was taken aback, then nodded.

He remembers that Ryoga used to live in Los Angeles, California.

"Then let's go!"

Zongshen said, then glanced at Byodoin Temple: "If you don't go, then you have to train alone!

"cut!"

The corner of Byodoin’s mouth twitched, and when everyone was there, they could only follow the team.

Los Angeles Junior Tennis Tournament.

It is divided into juvenile group and juvenile group.

The contestants in the juvenile group are naturally some elementary school students, while the juvenile group is naturally junior high school students and a small number of high school students.

Zongshen's group came, mainly to watch the match of the youth group.

As for the junior group, there is no interest at all.

boom!

monument!

boom!

The loud hitting sound rang through the court.

An American player ran fast and hit the ball back.

"The average level in the U.S. is much higher than that in Japan!"

Irie pushed the frame, surprised.

This was just a match in Los Angeles, but he saw several good players.

"The overall standard of Omi countries is higher than that of Asia!"

Jundao nodded.

The tennis world is still dominated by Europeans and Americans.

Only a few players in Asia or other states stand on top of the world.

This is not touting Europe and the United States, but the reality is like this.

"Look, that boy is amazing!"

Tohno Atsukyo yelled, pointing in a direction with a look of surprise on his face.

Everyone looked at it.

I saw an immature-looking teenager running on the court on the left side of the court. Although he was sweating and drinking, his speed was extremely fast.

"E?"

Seeing the speed of this young man, everyone was surprised.

boom!

With a jump, the teenager smashes and wins the match.

6--0!

This young man even sealed his opponent.

"The kid is the most senior in middle school, so he has this kind of strength?"

Byodoin's eyes narrowed.

The level displayed by this young man is not weaker than that of Mōri Juzaburō. Even if he joins the Japanese training camp, he can still enter the first few courts.

"what is his name?"

People looked in the direction of the score board and saw a name.

Kiko Valentine!

"Kike?!

Zongshen was taken aback.

Because the name is too familiar to him.

In the original book, the United States is elected. Although he is only in the first year of high school, his strength can be ranked in the top of the team. Like Maori, he belongs to the new generation of genius.

...For flowers...

Now the plot hasn't started yet, the other party should be in the first or second year of junior high school.

"It's worthy of being the original selection of the US team, and it's starting to show off now!"

Zongshen seemed a little lamented.

I feel more and more that a golden age is coming.

Kiko's strength is good, and he soon made it to the finals.

The result is obvious.

Kike won the final junior championship.

"Unexpectedly, I met a genius from the United States!"

Tanegashima shook his head and became more vigilant towards the US team.

The overall strength of the United States is like this, and it will definitely be a stronger candidate for the training camp.

"Do you want to destroy him?"

Byodoin snorted coldly and looked at Keike, with a sense of danger in his eyes.

"Can!"

Zongshen nodded, and then gave a big smile: "In advance, you wanted to be shot by the police!"

The United States is not what some Meijing thinks, the air is sweet.

This is a country where racial discrimination is extremely serious.

Byodoin, the Asian man, shot the American white man.

Once discovered, don't think about leaving the United States safely.

Even if Byodoin came to the expedition on behalf of the Japanese team.

"Humph!"

Byodoin snorted and put away his mind.

"Let's go!

"It's almost eleven o'clock, go get something to eat!"

Zongshen looked at the time and found that several people watched the match for more than two hours.

"Um!"

Everyone nodded and followed Zongshen.

When passing by another online court, the match of the junior group was not over yet.

"You are still far behind!"

At this time.

A slightly revealing tender sound rang out, attracting Zongshen's attention.

Zongshen turned his head slightly and looked up at the court.

I saw a short child standing on the field.

The child looks like eight or nine years old, but he is extremely cocky.

With a racquet in his hand, he pointed directly at the teenager who was a head taller than himself.

Extremely arrogant.

"Isn't this kid Echizen Ryoma?"

Zongshen looked at the boy.

He is nine years old, dark green hair, amber eyes, short winter melon, and a stinky face.

It's okay and I like to pretend to say that you are still far behind.

All of this kind of thing reminds Zongshen of Echizen Ryoma, the protagonist in the original book.

He remembered that Echizen Ryoma now lives in Los Angeles. Xi,

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