Wang Wang's dream color

"It is reported that the friendly tennis match between Japan and the United States will kick off in ten days, and the Japanese team will arrive in the United States soon..."

"This friendly match is a grand exchange event between the Japanese and American tennis circles. Among the representative teams of both sides are very talented young players who have become famous at a young age..."

"All parties showed great interest in this friendly match..."

Faint shouts came from outside the window. In the office, the American media website he was browsing was turned off. Coach Ryuzaki pinched his eyebrows, and there was a little worry in his eyes.

This trip to the United States, I don't know what to expect.

Thinking of the few phone calls a few days ago, Ryuzaki sighed, shook his head and stood up, ready to go downstairs to see the group of teenagers who were preparing for the national competition.

Everywhere...there are constant "wars".

Not only coach Ryuzaki, but also the news about the friendly match in the American media has been widely broadcast and publicized on the far side of the ocean, which has aroused the attention of many tennis fans and industry insiders.

But at the same time, on a special plane flying to the dreamland, one of the leading teams in the news—the Japanese representative team fell into a near dead silence.

Except for the roar coming from the window, the only sound in the cabin could be the occasional tapping of Chu Ming's fingers on the keyboard and a low, extremely tired snoring.

At a glance, the porthole windows have been pulled down, and all the team members in the dark cabin are falling into a deep sleep with their eyes closed.

Yesterday's one-day training session was three times the usual amount, and the perverted training content almost drained everyone's last ounce of strength.

After the end, the tired and paralyzed people came to the airport non-stop without taking a break. The excessive load on the body led to the "death" situation of all the staff.

Tucking away the blanket that was placed on Shanze's body on the seat beside him, Chu Ming looked around for a week, his eyes behind the lens did not flicker, he only looked back and did not know what he was typing on the keyboard to arrange.

"Hey! Jason! You're here too!"

The sports reporters who were squatting at the airport were all familiar, and they greeted each other when they met.

"Yo! Isn't it here yet?"

"It's coming soon, it's probably coming out soon!"

Several people squatted on the ground carrying the short cannon, and chatted head to head.

"Hey guys! Do you know what Japanese guidance is about?"

One of them spoke mysteriously, with a mysterious face of "I have a big secret in my mouth".

"Are you trying to say...he's from MK?"

But before he could say the suspense, another person picked up the conversation, and laughed out loud seeing the person holding his breath, but the others looked at each other in surprise.

"MK? Are you kidding me?"

"Yes, didn't you say he was only in his 20s..."

Professionals in the mixed tennis world have all heard of the MK training camp. It has observation and selection points all over the world. The headquarters is located in Germany. It is famous for its extremely high-quality and high-intensity abnormal training methods.

There are very few golfers who can come out of MK, but almost all of them can reach Xeon with extremely strong strength; in addition, what is very special about MK is that it will not only absorb golfers, but more than golfers. What is precious is the coaches it single-handedly produced.

MK's coaches have occupied most of the coaching seats of the world's top teams for a long time. With their unique and extremely precise vision, they continue to promote the golden signature of MK.

MK will send out invitations to talented players who appreciate it every three years, and each time it will not exceed the number of slaps. In addition, you can also be selected by voting for it after observation. The same process is strict and lucky are rare.

And the recruitment of coaching talents is MK's undisclosed secret. No one knows how it finds or recruits those who are not the strongest, but have unique insight and great leadership talents. They only know that every few years, they will There will be one or two amazingly talented "finished products" leaving the factory and being looted by many teams.

Except for the golfers and coaches from MK, no one knows its training methods, and those who know are silent.

The only thing that is clear is that unless you pass the extremely difficult assessment, you can't even think about coming out after entering it. It is a prison-like fortress base.

Therefore, because of the many mysterious and powerful features, the MK training camp is also called the "Golden Holy Land" by some people in the industry, and is yearned for by many golfers.

"However, speaking of MK, there is one in the US team who came from there."

When this incident was brought up, regardless of the truth or falsehood of the other party's guidance, several reporters all thought of that amazingly talented darling.

"what!"

Everyone nodded in agreement, and chatted gossip while looking at the exit where no one had come.

"Yes...I wanted to interview her last time, but I was rejected again."

"Hahaha! I admire you even if I can meet her, and even interviewed her!"

Recently, a person who has been known from MK for almost two years has also been invited to join the representative team this time.

"Speaking of which, it's really surprising that the lady would agree to join the team. Isn't she almost never participating in such exchange games?"

"Gossip...there's someone she's interested in over there."

"Oh..."

After ignorantly making a note, everyone was about to continue the discussion, but a sharp-eyed person glanced back and caught a glimpse of the shadow.

"Hey! Here it comes! Come out!"

It was the Japanese team who walked out slowly from the exit.

Led by Chu Ming, who was tall and tall, the team members in all black training uniforms all came out with bags on their backs, each pushing suitcases of various sizes.

only...

A few reporters snapped a few photos, looked at the bright sky, and were a little puzzled, why this group of people looked like wilted flowers, everyone yawned and had no energy, after more than ten hours The plane hasn't been agreed yet?

"oops..."

Walking in the line, Leo, who was right in front of Sakurano and the voice, yawned, glanced at the reporter who was taking pictures not far away, and muttered indistinctly.

"Pat, pat, shoot everywhere. It's all due to that cold-faced devil, which made us all sleepy and teary. It's not good to look on camera."

"Hello! Do you have any expectations for this visit to the United States? Do you have any expected goals for the results of the friendly match?"

Before the group could take a few steps, the reporters swarmed up and surrounded them with great enthusiasm.

but...

The reporters looked at the team members who rubbed their eyes and turned a blind eye to them, and squeezed away from the crowd with extreme agility. They were speechless for a moment, and they could only look at the few people who fled away before seeing their faces clearly.

Fortunately...the reporters' starry eyes returned to Chu Ming, who was still surrounded and motionless, and the pretty and well-behaved girl beside him who covered half of his face, full of anticipation.

"Hello, please say a few words."

"Have expectations. Have goals."

"Okay! Can you explain it in detail!"

Chu Ming took off his glasses, looked at the flashing lights of the reporters around, Zang Jin's sharp eyes flickered, and led the girl beside him and walked out slowly under the guard of the rushing guards.

"No comment."

The cold and flat voice reveals a hint of hopeless banter amidst the noise.

The reporters who stayed in place looked at the team members who had all gone away, and said with tears on their faces that they didn't play cards according to the routine...how are they going to pick it up...

"The Japanese team arrived in the United States, everyone was exhausted and seemed unprepared for the game!"

"The Japanese guide said he was looking forward to the game, hiding the winning trump card!"

"A member of the Japanese national team..."

The Japanese team members, who exploded in a lot of fresh news, said they didn't have time to care about their sleepy airport appearances.

because...

"Everyone cooperates in groups and does [-] rounds of training, which is a group with the daily training."

Chu Ming watched the team members get out of the car one by one, with a hint of despair that he was accustomed to showing in his tired eyes, he adjusted his glasses, and opened the door first.

"I really want to know, why did he set up the training ground before he came to the United States..."

The luggage was directly loaded and transported away, and the remaining players were directly dragged to a private training venue, facing the huge and empty stadium, wanting to cry without tears.

"Can you eat before practicing! I didn't eat the plane meal!"

Leo, who had just slept through his meal, knelt down on the brightly lit venue, grabbed the ground with his head, and wept bitterly.

"Can you stop being so ruthless, so cold and so unreasonable!"

Little did he know that Leo, who had become the mascot of the team for everyone to watch and amuse during boring training, was still crying, but he didn't notice...that figure that was slowly approaching.

"After today's training, you can do another two hundred squats. If you can't finish it, you are not allowed to have dinner."

a bolt from the blue!

Leo raised his head stupidly, looking at Chu Ming's back who had gone away... two lines of tears flowed in the wind.

It's not his fault he's so handsome...

Why should he bear all the pain...

"Hey!"

After watching the farce in the distance, Chuyin turned his head, held up the camera and shook it in front of Ying Nao who had been staring at the void from time to time since getting off the plane.

"Go back to God!"

"Ok?"

After a while, Sakura woke up suddenly, and Sakura looked away, only to see complicated eyes.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing."

Shaking his head with a complex expression, Chuyin saw that Sakura turned around and was about to walk away to train with Xia Luo, but he still couldn't help asking.

"When are you going to go back?"

"go back?"

After being stunned for a moment, Sakura stopped and reacted.

She looked at the sound that was a bit complicated, and there were many eyes that were not just expecting, but she smiled, and the ink in her eyes blurred.

"I want to go back right away."

"Do not."

She paused, the shadow cast on her face when she mentioned it has faded away, only a slight smile, with a hint of relief from her heart.

"See him at once, I think."

Hearing such clear and firm words from a flat voice, Chu Yin stared blankly at the back of the walking away for a long time, the emotion in his eyes changed a few times, and finally...

She just, laughed.

Bright, proud... Let go of your worries.

Like some old knot... finally untied.