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

Chapter 70: Nibelungen, the Land of the Dead, the Abandoned

at the same time.

Kanagawa Division Qualifiers Waiting Area.

The Rikkai University Affiliated Junior High School tennis club is currently selecting this team.

"Finally, I couldn't help but reach in."

"Does this count as a 'Lamborghini' sent by my friend?"

"hehe......"

Ran Dong looked at the crowd and automatically blocked out the pleading muttering of Kirihara Akaya behind him.

Beichuan's eyes flickered slightly and he murmured softly.

no doubt.

This is all he wanted to see.

After all, the four legendary rewards that he obtained by signing in require him to constantly play against strong opponents in order to become stronger.

Although this tiny place can allow him to obtain more rewards and absorb many brilliant talents.

But seriously.

The fact that talented and able-bodied old, weak, sick and disabled people are lying down and autistic is tantamount to a huge trouble.

Although you can help those who care about you, it doesn't mean that once the problem is solved, the other party can immediately soar to fame.

In addition, the tennis consultants and coaches in various private junior high schools are numerous and of varying quality, and some are even burdensome.

Plus the inferior house-style training and venues.

Therefore, it is really difficult to achieve the state that Beichuan expects.

If two of the top three super-large tennis clubs in the world are dragged into the water.

Then many problems will be solved.

For example, Youth Academy, after investing such a large amount of capital, must want to get an equal return.

And the reward is to become a training base for seed players rooted in Japan.

Therefore, it is impossible to force their own players in, nor is it possible to allow incompetent local coaches to act recklessly, nor will they force the signing of contracts.

Of course, for capable coaches, these capitals are still willing to stay.

After all, the core of a tennis club is talent.

"Abei?"

"Can you please stop laughing like that?"

“I’m scared~~~”

Kirihara Akaya couldn't help swallowing when he saw Kitagawa's sunny and gentle smile.

No more pleading.

It's completely an attitude of begging for mercy.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt."

After Kitagawa withdrew his gaze, he looked at Kirihara Akaya who was about to get up from his seat.

He almost couldn't help laughing.

"Can I bring my practice bamboo sword tonight?"

After hearing what Kitagawa said, Genichirō Sanada asked Kitagawa very seriously.

Obviously he really took it seriously.

"Then I'll go too."

"To be honest, I'm really looking forward to visiting Junior Kitagawa's home."

A gentle smile, and the same goes for Yukimura Seiichi.

"Well...if it's possible, I'd like to go too."

"After all, data isn't limited to tennis; it also includes lifestyle habits and so on."

Kirihara Akaya, who was already feeling disheartened, was petrified after hearing Yanagi Renji's words.

It's not just these three.

Marui Bunta, Jackal Kuwabara, Niou Masaharu, and Yagyu Hiroshi also responded with great anticipation.

"Alright."

"Just treat it as a celebration party for advancing to the regional qualifiers."

Seeing this, Beichuan agreed readily.

Relaxation in moderation is the essence of growth.

This has nothing to do with talent or not.

Just at this time.

"Drip drip!"

"Next up is the Kanagawa Prefecture Kanagawa District Qualifiers."

"A match between Rikkai University Affiliated Junior High School and Yokohama Suiran Junior High School."

"Both teams, please enter."

Following which a voice came from the radio.

Everyone stopped teasing Kirihara Akaya.

He then walked towards the top of the court.

And with their entry.

The cheerleaders around also shouted with all their might.

"Victory! Rikkai University!"

"Let's go! Rikkaida!"

"Rikkai University, take the lead and be number one!"

"..."

"Come on, Kitagawa-chan!"

"The Rikkai King, Kitagawa-chan!"

"..."

tread!

Under this overwhelming momentum, both teams came to the two sides of the court.

Looking at each other through the net.

"cut!"

"A bunch of neon brats, so annoying."

"Why did the boss insist on us transferring to this school to fight them?"

"After all, we are players of the Nibelungen Tennis Club, one of the top three in the world!"

The purple-haired, ear-length teenager on the far right of the Yokohama Suilan Junior High School team spat in disdain and said with an undisguised sneer.

"Park Jun-ha, shut up!"

On the left side, a young man with slicked-back blue hair scolded him expressionlessly.

"Barbie, what Park Joon-ha said is right."

"Do you think they are really so self-righteous?"

Another teenager with short green hair smiled sinisterly at Barbie with slicked-back blue hair.

"enough."

"As long as we stop them before the Kanagawa Prefecture Conference, we can return to the main headquarters."

"Don't let me down!"

The leading young man with towering red hair and dark skin interrupted the chattering of those people.

He stared at Beichuan opposite him with an aggressive look.

"It seems that we have encountered some opponents with bad intentions."

Adjusting his baseball cap, Genichirō Sanada said expressionlessly.

"It seems that the results of this period of training can be well demonstrated."

Yagyu Hiroshi's glasses reflected a slight light as he spoke calmly.

"It's like sending a pillow when you're sleepy."

"These pawns arrived just in time!"

Kirihara Akashi, who was already in a very bad mood, also heard Yagyu Hiroshi translate the English words spoken by the other party so unscrupulously.

The whole person showed a very evil smile.

"If I remember correctly."

"The head of the Nibelungen Tennis Club is a long-haired, feminine man."

“It feels like we’re not on the same page and don’t do the same thing.”

Beichuan felt like laughing when he saw the colorful heads of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple opposite him.

It seemed that even the referee really disliked the seven students from Yokohama Suilan Junior High School. He walked to the middle of the class with a score sheet in one hand and a portable stopwatch in the other and started talking loudly.

"Captains on both sides, step out."

Step on...

After the words fell.

Beichuan also walked to the net with the red-haired and black-skinned teenager on the opposite side.

Between handshakes.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Galka, a 15-year-old player from the Nibelungen Tennis Club."

"I hope that next time, young master, you won't get beaten and cry so you can go home to find your mother!"

"Oh, I forgot. You don't have a mother."

After saying this.

He turned around and prepared to return to the waiting area with Qicaitou.

next moment.

"Nibelungen, I really don't know why it was named that."

"Land of the Dead, tut tut tut."

"Also, red really makes dark skin look more prominent."

Beichuan smiled and started talking about Old Yin Yang.

In an instant, the man's veins popped up.

When he looked back.

Beichuan stretched out a finger.

"In one hour, we will send you back to the land of the dead."

"Don't thank me!"