[Fortunately two] about ten years

"What is being broadcast live for you now is the first doubles match between the Japanese team and the German team in the opening ceremony of the U17 World Cup exhibition match. The German team sent..."

"My God! Seyfried of the German team actually flew out. My God, this is unbelievable. The tennis player of the Japanese team, Duke Watanabe, can actually send his opponent flying..."

"What will happen to the game? The German team's Pi Bismarck claimed that he can win the game alone, and the Japanese team seems not very confident... So what will be the result of the game? It's the seed Will the German team win as usual or will the Japanese team counterattack as a dark horse? Please watch next..."

"The German team is actually behind..."

"impossible!"

People in the streets and alleys stopped to watch the tennis live broadcast on the big screen. It was hard to imagine that the champion players all the time could be easily defeated.

"Hmph! I'm enough for a team like yours."

……

"Germany 2-3"

The sound of the referee reporting the score resounded above the arena, and Bu Er took a deep breath, and each breath was sucked into the depths of his lungs.He must concentrate and go all out. He tightly held the racket in his hand. This is a rare opportunity to fight with world players.For almost three years, he had never encountered such an opponent. Sweat poured out from every pore of his body, and his shirt was completely soaked, as if he had just run a marathon on the track and field.But there is a feeling of carelessness.Every pore awoke, screaming "victory" with excitement.

He has absolute confidence, the confidence to win the game, whether it is strength or -- destiny!

The kid's eyes have changed, serious and sharp, this is the eyes that will win.Duke Watanabe glanced at this junior appreciatively, then turned his gaze to the stands, "Boss, I can do a big job!"

"The current score is 5-4, the Japanese team is leading, oh-look at the little player of the Japanese team, he just said that this ball is called Aoi Fubuki, right? It's a smash to return the smash, it's really a powerful ball It's hard to imagine that such a small person can hit such a terrible ball!"

"...Speaking of which, this little player is really good! This light wind is also very powerful, and the speed of the ball is almost catching up with the U17 ball speed record! It is really a formidable young man. I believe that he will definitely become a very good professional player in the future..."

It's this again... How many times do I have to repeat it!Fuji silently pressed fast-forward, "There is no suspense in my game, let's see the Atobu first?"

"Okay!" Yukimura nodded and put the freshly brewed coffee in front of Fuji, and smiled teasingly, "Because the host kept calling you that the little contestant is angry?"

"Although I don't care anymore...but it still doesn't feel good to be called like this all the time!" Fu Er was helpless.

"That's right, it would be terrible if people kept calling me like that in the future. Speaking of which, besides Tezuka from the German team, Echizen from the American team seems to have come out today. Did you see that?"

"I heard what Dashi said, but I didn't see it." Fuji shook his head, "Anyway, Echizen will return to the Japanese team, and the competition of the Japanese team will be more intense then."

"The coaches just let them go. Anyway, after this game, they won't stay in the training camp for too long..."

Yukimura was talking about the fact that several coaches in the Japanese u17 training camp used training students as a weight to become the head coach. When he and Fuji just returned to the training camp, they were drawn into the red and white camp by coach Saito.In fact, he doesn't care which camp he goes to, he just hates the feeling of being treated as a pawn.

"You're right, but it's better to talk less about these things here." Fuji nodded, lowered his voice, and pointed his finger down, "After all, someone will come in this place at any time..."

"Ah! Here!"

The door of the lounge was suddenly knocked open, and two suspicious figures rushed in together.

"Chi Ye, it's not good to be rash all day long."

"The minister and seniors are hiding here to watch the video, it's too much..." Kirihara walked in and pouted unhappily, "Hey, is this a live broadcast from the TV station?"

Hey, didn't you really see the change in the minister's face? Marui weakly stretched out his hand to try to pull the mindless junior back, but he had already jumped in front of the minister, even looking pitifully at Fuji Coffee.

"It's the coffee made by Jingshi, it tastes good! Highly recommended!" Fuji picked up the coffee cup with a smile, and then took a sip by himself, "If you want to drink, let the minister make it for you. .”

How dare I!Kirihara lay on the sofa resentfully.

"Ah! That's it!" Kirihara suddenly jumped up and pointed at the screen and yelled, "I didn't see it clearly in the auditorium at the time, Atobe's trick is really cool! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha I didn't expect it to be filmed on TV. Here's what the picture looks like..."

Fuji:...

Marui: ...

Yukimura: ...

What appeared on the screen was when Atobe played Ice World, but the TV broadcast screen could not show the mental oppression and competition of the scene anyway, so it lacked the aesthetic feeling of the game.

"Speaking of which, people from other countries are talking about it. It's like a real performance, because it's very beautiful, especially that Aoi Fubuki, and the last white dragon..."

"Should it be said that this is a compliment to me?" Buer squinted his eyes and smiled happily.

"...Of course it's also very aggressive. Didn't you hit the ball directly at the feet of the professional player Borg in the end? I just didn't expect it to be intercepted by Tezuka haha" Marui said haha, but the topic seems to be even less twisted That's great, because Yukimura seems to be starting to get dark.

The last goal of the game was to hit the ball with Bailong to the audience on the opposite side. His original intention was to hit the professional player Borg's feet, but Tezuka inserted halfway to intercept the ball.

"If you don't anger the German team, how can you let Seiichi play a happy game." Fuji blew on the hot coffee, wondering if Yukimura Seiichi was angry and wanted to burn him to death with coffee, "What's more, the first game is considered a Our Japanese team played 2 against 1, and if we didn’t make some news, even if we won, the audience and the media would lean towards Germany, just like entering the stadium.”

When the German team entered the arena, they almost got cheers from the audience, while the Japanese team entered the arena with a few sparse voices, which was much worse than the first time they faced Qing Xue, who was on the ice emperor.Moreover, the wind direction of Melbourne's sports news media is also tilted towards Germany. This kind of game atmosphere is too unfavorable for the Japanese team.

"I can't tell that Zhou Zhu is someone who cares about such external factors." Yukimura smiled softly, as if the black energy on his body just now was an illusion.

"No matter how much you don't care about this kind of thing, you will actually care a little bit when you encounter it!" Fuji rubbed his chin, thinking seriously, "Or is it because my practice is not in place and I can't achieve peace of mind?"

"Let's forget about practicing or something, that's pretty good."

"That's right, otherwise I could be attracted by Seiki's beauty?" Fujitiao asked back with a smile, "Speaking of which, we should be completely different people, right. Seiki shouldn't like the type of Sanada? Meticulous and meticulous Slack, and Tezuka, there is no other word in the dictionary except hard work, and Atobe, his training should be the most among junior high school students, Shiraishi is also the type who works hard and is serious!"

"..." Yukimura followed Fuji's words and imagined each one, feeling a chill in his heart.

"Who told you that I like that type?" Yukimura said helplessly, "I like beautiful people, just like you!" He stretched out his hand to pull his lover into his arms, raised his chin flirtatiously, and looked at him The eyes opened because of fright, blue, as if hiding an ocean.

"It's all because you have such a beautiful face, which made me fall in love at first sight, and I can't see other people from now on."

"..." Marui Kirihara silently chose to shut up, when these two people were immersed in the world of flirting, it was impossible for others to get involved.

"Speaking of seniors..."

"You said."

"Why did we come here to find the Minister?"

"Ah? Well... Anyway, it's impossible to listen to them throw dog food here!" Marui felt cold.

"Ah, I remembered, Senior Atobe is gone, we are here to discuss with the minister..."

"Atobe is gone?" Yukimura was a little surprised, "Didn't he finish the game not long ago and leave early? Did he find a place to cry after losing the game?" He sarcastically sarcastically.

"I think it might be a special training somewhere!" Fuji said with a smile, "Judging from Atobe's personality, it is very likely to happen, but we still need to look for it, but the seniors may have found him ..."

"You two are heartless." The door was pushed open again, and Atobe in a silver uniform came in.

"You're back, your clothes... look like I've seen them somewhere before."

"Atobe, don't you join the British national team..." Fuji squinted and smiled cunningly, "I remember this is the uniform of the British national team at the opening ceremony."

"..." Atobe couldn't help the blue veins on his forehead, "This is the clothes I borrowed from my old classmate!"

"One more thing," Atobe sat down next to Fuji, "one more thing, I saw Tezuka on the way back, and he asked me if I could send you a message."

"No!" Yukimura frowned.

"Seiki." Fuji looked at Yukimura helplessly, then turned to Atobe and asked, "What did he say?"

"Today's dinner time, can I ask you to meet, just in the coffee shop below the hotel."