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

Chapter 503 The mysterious Xiu, the genius boy Berti

On the streets of London, the damp fog is like a thin veil, gently wrapping this ancient city.

The street lamps emitted a dim light, and the halo spread in the fog, making the shadows of pedestrians long and blurry.

Beichuan stood quietly on the street, the breeze blew gently, lifting the corners of his clothes, his eyes fixed on the back of the teenager who had just disappeared around the corner of the street.

He thought to himself, if his judgment was correct, that young man must be Xiu.

Xiu was once a member of Clark's organization, but later he felt guilty and resolutely chose to rebel.

Beichuan was very sure about this and had no doubt at all.

However, Beichuan's heart was full of doubts. This Xiu really had some skills.

Now everything did not develop as in the original work. In this reality full of variables, he was able to cleverly avoid the crazy pursuit of Clark's organization for a long time in London, England, a place where all kinds of people gather.

The city of London is like a huge and complicated maze, with streets and alleys crisscrossing each other, and Xiu is like an agile and cunning mouse, who escapes again and again from the pursuit of many hunters, which is really unpredictable.

"he is?"

As soon as Xiu's figure disappeared around the corner of the street, Alexander Amadeus walked quickly to Beichuan with steady steps.

Alexander's eyes revealed a hint of vigilance and curiosity. After all, from the conversation between Xiu and Beichuan just now, he keenly sensed the unknown danger.

He once served as the captain of the Swiss U-17 training camp. During that time, he saw all kinds of people and things, and experienced countless storms and challenges, big and small.

What's more, he was born in an area with constant disputes and complicated situations. There, danger and disputes are like commonplace. He has long been accustomed to it and has an extraordinary keen perception of various potential dangers.

Therefore, he believed that he could still guess some of the reasons for the current situation, which seemed calm but was actually undercurrents.

"After the rain, flies and mosquitoes come out."

Beichuan tilted his head slightly, the veins on his neck bulging slightly. His eyes slowly swept across Alexander Amadeus's face, and then a very sunny and gentle smile appeared on his face. That smile was like the warm sun in spring, warm and bright, but those who knew him well knew that behind this smile often lay a terrifying dark underbelly.

He spoke softly, his voice not loud but clear and powerful, each word seemed to be slowly uttered from his chest, with a confidence and calmness that could not be ignored.

"Well, since there's still some time before the competition starts, I can just use them as toys to kill time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the other members of the Swiss U-17 team shuddered subconsciously as if they were blown by a sudden cold wind.

The shiver came so naturally and intensely, as if it was the body's instinctive reaction to impending danger.

Even Akutsu, who is usually fearless and rebellious, is no exception.

In their perception, Beichuan is like a volcano with a calm surface. It looks calm on weekdays, but once it erupts, the heat and danger hidden deep inside are enough to scare everyone.

The more sunny and gentle he appears, the more it indicates that his dark side is about to be revealed without reservation. That feeling is like the calm before the storm, seemingly peaceful, but actually hidden and turbulent, which makes people feel scared.

"It seems like your Swiss U-17 team isn't very popular~"

"Or maybe you got into trouble."

"Are you interested in making a deal?"

"Captain Kitagawa~"

At this moment, an unfamiliar voice came from not far away. The voice seemed to have a unique penetrating power, passing through the noisy streets and going straight into everyone's ears.

The direction of the sound was completely opposite to the direction Xiu left.

Everyone seemed to be pulled by an invisible string and turned their heads subconsciously.

Several junior high school players wearing the German U-17 national team uniforms were seen walking towards them.

The first person to speak was a slender German boy.

Each step he took was steady and confident.

His face was angular, like a carefully carved sculpture, with contours that were hard yet beautiful.

The short golden hair was neat and tidy, and every strand seemed to have been carefully groomed. It sparkled with tiny rays of light under the not-so-strong sunlight in London, like a golden ocean shimmering in the breeze.

There was a sharp light in his deep blue-gray eyes.

Behind him on the left is a player who is quite tall.

He was much taller than the people around him, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Her short dark red hair is unrestrained and full of wildness and unruliness.

The stubble on his face made him look like a weathered uncle, and the traces of time left deep marks on his face.

At this moment, he was baring his teeth and smiling at the Swiss U-17 team. There was an indescribable weirdness in that smile. His teeth flashed coldly under the dim light, which made people feel creepy. It was like a pervert sizing up his prey. That smile seemed to hide endless malice.

On the right side is a proud young man with long golden hair. His bangs are tied into a delicate braid, which sways gently with his steps.

His chin raised high seemed to declare his pride and disdain to the world, and the arrogance revealed in his eyes.

Behind these three people are Kunimitsu Tezuka and Shusuke Fuji. Genichirō Sanada, Seiichi Yukimura, Kitagawa and others are very familiar with these two people.

Tezuka Kunimitsu looked calm as always.

Fuji Shusuke had a smile on his face.

"Oh?"

Kitagawa's gaze paused slightly after seeing Tezuka Kunimitsu and Fuji Shusuke, and a barely perceptible light flashed in his eyes.

Then, he looked meaningfully at the German boy who had just spoken, and spoke slowly, his voice neither hurried nor slow, but full of an irresistible majesty.

"Compared to this, I think it's better to introduce myself first."

"I'm Berti Barisavich Polk, a third-year junior high school player on the German U-17 national team."

Berti had a confident smile on his face, which seemed to be a kind of pride and show-off of his identity. His voice was crisp and loud, as if he was declaring his sovereignty to everyone, and every word was full of power.

"This is also a junior high school player, A. Frankensteiner."

He gestured to the red-haired boy beside him with an elegant and natural movement, and then continued with the introduction.