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

Chapter 441: The Lonely Times of the Two Strongest Players in the Training Camp, and the Brilliant R

The afterglow of the setting sun gently fell on the Swiss U-17 training camp, and the sky was dyed a brilliant orange-red, just like a beautiful oil painting.

Around dusk, the junior high school player selection competition at the Swiss U-17 training camp finally came to an end after several hours of intense competition.

on the field.

Sweat and dirt were mixed together, and the air was filled with the tension of the competition.

The vast majority of junior high school players failed to realize their dream of becoming a regular member of the Swiss U-17 national team's junior high school group, and there was a certain degree of loss and reluctance in their eyes.

However, the superb skills displayed by strong players such as Beichuan on the court were like shining stars in the night sky, allowing everyone to enjoy a wonderful visual feast.

Those wonderful smashes and clever returns, every moment seemed to be frozen in everyone's mind.

"it is finally over......"

Dragging his legs that felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, Kulalaga Tasta slowly lay down on the field covered with footprints and traces of rolled grass. At this moment, the field looked a bit messy and dilapidated, just like their unsuccessful game.

He looked up at the sky with his eyes wide open. The fiery clouds on the horizon were like burning flames, spreading wildly and decorating the entire sky with extraordinary magnificence.

He let out a long sigh, which contained both fatigue after the game, as well as reflection on his own performance and confusion about the future.

"Hello~"

Pete Lambiel pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, his eyes behind the lenses full of helplessness. He, Albert Federer and Randy Pugu looked down at Kulalaga Tasta who was still lying on the ground and continued.

"Tasta, are you planning on staying here overnight?"

"Junior Beichuan kindly wanted to help you off the field, but you refused;"

"So many teammates wanted to take you to the infirmary, but you refused."

"Are you hit by the result of the game?"

"Everyone's almost gone, and you're still lying here. You're just causing us trouble."

The corners of Kularaja Tasta's mouth rose slightly, revealing a faint smile. He looked at the sky, which was mostly blocked by Pete Lambiel, Albert Federer, and Randy Pugu, and spoke slowly.

"Because I haven't had such a great time fighting for a long time!"

"But, Junior Beichuan's strength is truly terrifying."

"Even now, I still feel that he didn't give his all in the game."

His eyes revealed a hint of admiration and deep curiosity about Beichuan's strength.

"and then?"

As Peter Lambiel said this, he pulled Kulalaja Tasta up, his face full of helplessness.

"There is no more."

"Some people just know shame and then become brave."

"But now I'm more looking forward to the match between Kitagawa and Amadeus than myself."

Kulalaja Tasta said as he dusted himself off.

As soon as he finished speaking, Albert Federer carried Kulalaga Tasta on his shoulders and said expressionlessly.

"I've already said that most people have left."

"That means the match between Kitagawa-san and Amadeus is over."

"To be more precise, it was over with one goal."

"After all, Amadeus said before that as long as Junior Beichuan can get one point from him, Beichuan will be considered the winner."

"Huh? How come I didn't know that?" When Kulalaga Tasta heard this, he was stunned, his face full of surprise.

"Of course you don't know."

Pete Laimbeer curled his lips, rubbed his temple, and replied, "After you refused everyone's help, you fell asleep alone. You just woke up and it was like you just finished a game."

Kulalaga Tasta fell silent for a moment, lowered his head, and seemed to be thinking about something.

After a moment, he smiled wryly, a smile filled with mixed emotions, a mixture of admiration for Beichuan's strength and anticipation for future competition: "In other words, from now on, we should call him Captain Beichuan~"

"Hi~Hi~Hi~"

"Our captain, Kitagawa, is so talented that his age doesn't match his abilities."

"Really? I feel so stressed for no reason..."

Peter Lambiel waved his hand, the setting red sun reflected in his eyes. The warm sunlight sprinkled on him, but it could not dispel the slight pressure in his heart. He sighed softly.

at the same time.

Inside an indoor tennis court at the Swiss U-17 training camp.

A figure was swinging the racket wildly on the court.

Every tennis ball sent out by the opposite serving machine was caught by him perfectly and accurately as if by magic.

The sound of the ball hitting the court echoed in the empty indoor tennis court, like a passionate piece of music.

"Captain Amadeus, today is really a close call."

"Luckily, I had enough points before, otherwise, I might not even be able to be a starter this time."

Henry Nobel III was sitting on a bench off the field, crossing his legs and muttering to himself.

He thought to himself, "I don't know what Coach Qin was thinking. He had to assign me to keep an eye on Captain Amadeus."

[Oh, now I should call you Amadeus-senpai~]

[Looking at the way he looked after being defeated by a single goal, it seems like he was quite devastated.]

[If I remember correctly, this is usually the prime time for him to chat on the phone with his mother.]

His slightly drooping eyelashes blinked a few times. Although what he said was different from what he thought, his habit of muttering remained unchanged.

"Go back."

Alexander Amadeus paused in his batting motion, then spoke in a deep voice to Henry Nobel III.

"Tell Coach Qin that I'm fine."

"What I lost, I will get back."

"Also, don't call me captain until I take back my place."

boom!

As another crisp sound of tennis hitting each other was heard on the court, he quickly threw himself into the crazy batting training after he finished speaking, as if he wanted to use this method to vent his inner unwillingness and fighting spirit.

"..."

"That's it~"

Henry Nobel III didn't say anything more. After muttering something, he prepared to get up and leave.

But when he had just taken a few steps, he suddenly raised his hand and patted the back of his head, as if he suddenly remembered something important.

Then, he tilted his head slightly and said to Alexander Amadeus, "Senior Amadeus, Coach Qin said that everyone will officially begin the final sprint training tomorrow."

"After the training is over, we will go to participate in the U-17 World Cup without stopping." After saying that, he did not stay any longer, turned around, pushed the door open and strode out.

As he left, the sounds of the ball machines gradually stopped, and the entire indoor tennis court fell into silence.

The tennis ball bounced weakly on the ground, the "dong dong dong" sound becoming weaker and weaker until it stopped completely and slowly rolled out of bounds.