Prince of Tennis: A tennis legend that started from signing in

Chapter 509: The conspiracy made public, the obsession of winning 9 consecutive championships

At this moment.

Berti Barisavich Polk did not forget the purpose of this trip.

Because of this, Beichuan must play a game here.

Before Kitagawa could answer, A. Frankensteiner, who was standing next to Berti Barisavich Polk, quickly took out a racket from the bag he was carrying.

His eyes were shining with excitement and anticipation as he walked straight towards an empty court. His eager steps seemed to tell everyone that he couldn't wait to compete with Beichuan.

As he walked, he swung the racket from time to time, drawing arcs in the air and showing his confidence.

"I'm really impatient."

Beichuan looked at A. Frankensteiner's departing back and spoke softly with a hint of ridicule in his voice.

"But you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry."

He shook his head slightly, still with that faint smile on his face.

Beichuan took a deep look at Berti Barisavich Polk who was standing beside him, and his eyes seemed to be able to see through the other person's thoughts.

After a light chuckle, he didn't say much, adjusted his racket, and walked straight towards the court.

His steps were steady and confident, and every step seemed to step on everyone's hearts, making people feel the powerful aura emanating from him.

When Kitagawa arrived on the court, A. Frankensteiner was already standing opposite him.

He swung the racket in his hand casually, drawing arcs in the air.

After slapping the tennis ball a few times, he grinned, revealing his white teeth, and continued, "I think your team may need to inspect the competition venue later."

His voice was clear and loud, echoing in the tennis hall and attracting the attention of many people.

"So we just went straight to a tiebreaker."

There was a cunning glint in his eyes, as if he was planning something.

"This doesn't mean it's such a waste of Captain Kitagawa's time."

As he spoke, he raised his chin slightly and looked at Beichuan with a hint of provocation.

In an instant, all the national team players in the tennis stadium seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and turned their gazes directly over here.

Their eyes were filled with curiosity and anticipation, and they were quite surprised by the suggestion of a game-break by the junior high school player from the German U-17 team.

They whispered to each other, discussing in low voices, and speculating how this seventh game would develop.

In fact, even Tezuka Kunimitsu, Fuji Shusuke and others were quite surprised by this.

Before this, no one had told them that things would develop in this direction. This sudden change made everyone full of expectations, wanting to see what kind of sparks this seventh game would create.

Their eyes were fixed on the court, as if they were afraid of missing any wonderful moment.

"Haha~"

The smile on Beichuan's face grew wider and wider, and that smile was like a flower blooming in spring, warm and charming.

But it was this kind of smile that made the Swiss U-17 team feel uneasy.

Because they knew very well that every time Beichuan laughed like this, there would always be an unlucky person who would suffer a great misfortune.

Let's put aside the noisy and chaotic discussions for now.

Then, Beichuan walked towards the court.

Just as his toes crossed the boundary line of the field, the entire field seemed to have been muted by an invisible hand.

The originally noisy atmosphere instantly dissipated a little, and the constant conversations came to an abrupt end. Everyone's attention, as if attracted by a powerful magnetic force, was focused on him and A. Frankensteiner on the court.

In recent times, Beichuan has been showing his edge. It is difficult to ignore him in every piece of news, as if he himself is emitting a dazzling light.

In sharp contrast, A. Frankensteiner stood there quietly at this moment, appearing extremely low-key, like an inconspicuous passerby in the crowd, almost no one knew of his existence.

At first, everyone present was confused about the German U-17 team's arrangement of such a two-person duel.

They huddled together, heads touching, mouths opening and closing, whispering to each other, their brows twisted into the shape of the Chinese character "川", and they all speculated about the intention behind the German U-17 team's arrangement.

Some people shook their heads, their faces full of disbelief; some people frowned, their eyes full of confusion.

But after a moment of contemplation, the doubts on everyone's faces gradually faded, replaced by expressions of sudden enlightenment, and they also understood the thoughts of the German U-17 team.

"The German U-17 team is really calculating!"

In the crowd, there was a burly man in coaching clothes, with his arms crossed in front of his chest, the muscles on his arms bulging slightly.

He shook his head slightly, with a complex emotion on his face, and his tone showed both admiration for the German U-17 team's strategy and a hint of helplessness.

"Actually, there's nothing we can do about it. The Swiss U-17 team was already the second-best team in the world, and now they've added a first-year junior high school player who's capable of playing as a captain. This situation has undoubtedly made them the focus of everyone's attention."

Next to him was a young player wearing black-framed glasses, his eyes sparkling with wisdom behind the lenses. He reached out and gently pushed his glasses, analyzing the situation seriously and clearly.

"In addition, the German U-17 team is focused on achieving its ninth consecutive U-17 World Cup title. The emergence of such a strong and competitive opponent at this time will definitely be seen as a thorn in their side."

A player with a neatly trimmed beard, who looked to be in his thirties but was actually only a high school student, was stroking his chin at the moment, with a firm look in his eyes, and spoke in a decisive tone.

"But the fact that Beichuan is willing to play against the opponent at this time shows that he is still too young. This is simply providing the opponent with first-hand information for nothing!"

A chubby player with premature gray hair said softly.

"Berti Borisovich Polk, the younger brother of Jurgen Borisovich Polk, the captain of the German U-17 national team, can truly be described as cunning and resourceful."

Such a voice was heard again in the crowd. Some people nodded in agreement, while others seemed to be thinking about something.

For a moment, the scene fell into a brief silence, with only the breeze blowing gently, blowing the flags in the hands of the audience, making a rustling sound.