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

Chapter 453: The young man who moved on again without having time to remain silent, the unfortunate

On the indoor tennis court.

"Zizila~" The tennis ball and the racket collided violently, and the sharp friction sound instantly cut through the air, like a passionate battle song played in this confined space. Every sound revealed the tension and excitement of the game.

Immediately afterwards, a dull "clang" sound was heard. It turned out that Akutsu was exhausted, his legs were weak, and he stumbled and hit the guardrail on the side of the field, making this heart-wrenching sound.

Alexander Amadeus looked at Akutsu who finally fainted from exhaustion. It was as if a taut string suddenly broke, and he completely relaxed.

His arms hung limply due to excessive fatigue, and he no longer had the strength to grip the tennis racket in his hands. With a "snap", the racket fell heavily to the ground. The sound echoed in the empty tennis court, seeming particularly lonely.

"Hu...Hu...Hu..." He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, across his cheeks, and dripped onto the ground.

"That was a close call!" he muttered to himself, his voice filled with relief at having survived a catastrophe. "I almost lost to another brat for the second time."

At this moment, he completely disregarded his image and sat down on the ground with his legs stretched out, slumped there.

He stared at Akutsu who had fainted opposite him, the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously, his eyes filled with complex emotions including fatigue, unwillingness, and a hint of indescribable helplessness.

At this moment, the door that was originally closed was suddenly pushed open by a force, making a sharp "creaky" sound.

Alexander Amadeus subconsciously looked back and saw a figure slowly walking in from outside the door. Under the dim light, the figure was stretched out.

"Beichuan..." He narrowed his eyes and struggled to identify the person. "You arrived just in time."

When Alexander Amadeus saw that it was Beichuan, he sighed helplessly again.

It was so late, and Beichuan walked in just when their game had ended. He didn't believe it was a coincidence.

It only takes a little thought to guess that Beichuan has been paying attention to the game since the beginning. He knows in his heart that every detail of this game probably did not escape Beichuan's eyes.

"Senior Amadeus, thank you for your hard work."

Kitagawa had a faint smile on his face, and his tone was gentle and calm, "Then I will take Akutsu-senpai away first."

Kitagawa didn't explain much. After saying a few simple words, he walked towards Akutsu with steady steps.

"..."

Alexander Amadeus remained silent. He only felt a bitter taste in his mouth, and his heart was even more bitter. The bitterness was like a darkness spreading in his heart, which could not be dispelled.

"You're so willful~"

Kitagawa muttered softly, not sure if he was talking to Alexander Amadeus or Akutsu.

As he spoke, he skillfully carried Akutsu on his back, his movements smooth and natural, as if this scene had happened many times.

"I wonder if there's anyone else who can beat me?"

Just when Beichuan took two steps, Alexander Amadeus licked his cracked and dry lips. His lips had lost moisture due to long-term intense exercise and became pale and fragile.

He looked tired, his eyes fixed on Beichuan's back, and asked in a low voice.

"how to say."

Beichuan stopped but didn't look back. He just glanced at Akutsu on his back, then smiled slowly and said, "Senior Amadeus, you are at least a professional tennis player at a professional level."

"Why are you so unconfident now?"

"Senior Akutsu is incredibly talented and has already reached the professional level, which is why this happened."

"Of course, if you, senior, don't make any progress and just stay where you are, I think someone will soon surpass you."

"Good night, chan!"

In fact, Beichuan was also unsure.

After all, now, Genichirō Sanada and Seiichi Yukimura are not easy to deal with.

They have accumulated rich experience and strength before. If Alexander Amadeus had an all-out confrontation with them, the result might be really unexpected.

It is very likely that fighting against one of them will prompt the opponent to break through to the professional level. At the same time, it is also very likely that Alexander Amadeus will suffer a heavy blow and completely lose confidence.

After all, any professional tennis player would find it difficult to bear the repeated defeats.

"Good night......"

By the time Alexander Amadeus came to his senses, Kitagawa had already left with Akutsu.

His voice echoed in the empty tennis court, sounding particularly lonely.

He looked at the tennis racket lying quietly at his feet, and his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the scene when he met the player who inspired him in the Swiss professional arena.

"I'm going to be a great tennis player!"

He said this softly and seriously. Although his voice was soft, it revealed an extremely firm belief. It was unclear whether he was responding to the precious blessing from a distant time and space, or strengthening his own inner belief.

Then, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and sleepiness came like a tide. Finally, he could no longer resist it, and slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep on the tennis court.

Inside the monitoring room of the Swiss U-17 training camp.

"What a ghost!"

Henry Nobel III stared intently at the surveillance screen, his mouth twitching uncontrollably. His eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief. "Is this still Senior Amadeus?"

Everyone in the Swiss U-17 training camp knew how demanding Alexander Amadeus's sleeping pillows were.

But such a person actually fell asleep on the tennis court without a pillow without any worries.

"That's not right!"

After a moment, Henry Nobel III, who had just recovered from his shock, suddenly realized something. He stood there as if frozen in place, "Captain Beichuan has left with his men."

"Doesn't that mean I have to take Senior Amadeus back to the dorms by myself?"

When he thought of this, an expression of wanting to cry but not being able to cry instantly appeared on his face, as if he had already seen himself in such a miserable state as he struggled to drag the tall body of Alexander Amadeus.

However, in the end, he gritted his teeth, exerted all his strength in his hands, and dragged the tall and strong Alexander Amadeus towards the dormitory step by step with difficulty.

With every step he took, he let out a muffled groan of effort, and sweat soon soaked his back. Under the light, the clothes on his back stuck tightly to his body, outlining his exhausted figure.