SFS Chapter 315: The King's Bomb at the Beginning, the Pressure is Full, and the Momentum of Rikkai
Chapter 315: The King's Bomb at the Beginning, the Pressure is Full, and the Momentum of Rikkai
After one night.
The annual Neon National Competition has finally kicked off.
Although today is only the first and second rounds of the group stage.
But it is no exaggeration to say.
The number of spectators who came to the national competition venue to watch the game reached a shocking number.
This is definitely a situation that has never happened before.
In fact.
Although the national tournament is the largest tennis competition in the Japanese junior high school tennis world.
But seriously.
For those tennis lovers.
The appeal of professional tennis matches is definitely much greater than this.
Whether in terms of appearance or familiarity, it is miles ahead.
but.
This year's national competition is different.
First, this is a crucial year for Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School to strive for a third consecutive national championship and break the so-called "curse".
The second is the investment made by the world's top three super-large tennis clubs in some private junior high schools in Japan this year.
The last point is because of Beichuan.
He has an appearance that makes many male compatriots envious and jealous, and he has the temperament of a sunny boy next door, plus his tennis skills are ridiculously high.
This directly led to Kitagawa achieving an outrageous achievement in Neon.
That is, an extremely popular figure who straddles the two fields of tennis and idol stardom.
"That's really outrageous~!"
"Half of the audience were wearing Kitagawa boys' uniforms."
"How is this different from debuting on the spot?"
At this moment.
In the press area, Mamoru Inoue put down his camera and spoke with emotion.
There was even a sense of embarrassment in his expression.
"What's the matter?"
"He's handsome, rich, gentle, sunny, talented, has a nice voice, and gentle eyes."
"This kind of guy is even rarer than a giant panda."
"By the way, Senior Inoue, are you also feeling envious?"
Shiba Saori, who was standing aside, seemed to think that this was the normal situation. After shifting her gaze to Inoue Mamoru, she slowly began to speak.
Well, she was also wearing a cheering uniform under her work clothes.
"I do feel a little envious, but if I were to say jealous, that would be going too far."
"I'm actually more curious, aren't you hot, Saori?"
"It's summer, standing in the sun, wearing so many clothes..."
Inoue Mamoru sighed again, looked at Shiba Saori with a helpless look on his face, and then spoke softly.
"It's hot."
"But you can't have both life and work."
"I don't want to be criticized by Inoue-senpai after I finish my work."
"Well, I need to save money to get a press card in Switzerland."
Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Shiba Saori replied nonchalantly.
His eyes kept scanning the field, searching for something.
"..."
Hear the words.
Inoue Mamoru was completely speechless.
"here we go!"
Just the next moment.
Shiba Saori suddenly said this.
Mamoru Inoue immediately got into work mode.
Followed by.
A broadcast was heard inside the national competition stadium.
"This national competition is now officially open."
"Now please invite the 25 participating teams to enter."
The moment the words fell.
All the audience looked towards the entrance.
Discussions were heard one after another.
At the same time, the decibel level is gradually decreasing.
tread!
ta ta ta ......
In an instant.
The sound of footsteps was heard from the empty entrance passage.
at the same time.
The sound gradually became clearer.
Neat and loud.
gradually.
A figure first walked out from the shadow of the passage.
It’s Beichuan.
Behind him were the members of the Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School team.
The sunlight fell on them, and a fierce and majestic aura that was too strong to look directly at rose up.
Dazzling and powerful!
This was the same thought that arose in the minds of everyone present.
"Tachikai Dai!"
"Must win!"
"Beichuan——"
"Looking everywhere~~~!"
The next moment.
The members of the Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School tennis club were holding a large flag in the audience, waving it and shouting loudly.
"Li Hai will definitely win!"
"Li Hai will definitely win!"
"Li Hai will definitely win!"
"Beichuan is unrivaled!"
"Beichuan is unrivaled!"
"Beichuan is unrivaled!"
"..."
Followed by.
There was a wave of enthusiasm throughout the national competition.
Shouts, screams and cheers rang out one after another.
The shock left many audiences from Guanzhong, Kansai and other regions dumbfounded.
"Gurgle... Is this the charm of Rikkai University Junior High School? Is this the charm of a mere first-year junior high student?"
"If you're strong, people will cheer you on, but if you're weak, you'll be forgotten. So, how come he's so handsome, rich, and strong? It turns out the watershed in life is amniotic fluid~"
"Are the organizers trying to stir things up this year? They're sending the Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School team to the opening match. Won't that put a ton of pressure on all the teams that follow?"
"Holy crap! Half the stadium is filled with that boy's fans. If anyone tries anything bad with him, I seriously think they'll tear him apart. No, they'll be drowned by a single spit."
"..."
It didn't take long.
The members of the Shitenhoji team, the champion of the Kansai Tournament, also walked out of the entrance passage.
But compared to the Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School team, which has full momentum and majesty.
The Shitenhoji team is like a group of funny people.
Well, literally.
Because they took a different approach and started playing and joking at the opening ceremony.
in the audience.
"I......"
Originally, Watanabe Osamu was quite worried whether the people in Shitenhoji would be under tremendous pressure.
But he never expected that this group of clowns would kick him in the heart.
Watanabe Osamu almost couldn't recover.
"Hey......"
"But this is fine."
"It's better than a bunch of listless people coming out."
After raising his hand and pinching his philtrum for a while, Watanabe Osamu let out a long sigh.
Then he leaned lazily against the backrest and muttered to himself.
"such a pity."
"In the end, there's no way I can give away the child I raised with so much effort."
"It seems like it will only benefit those guys."
"As for the Neon U-17 training camp, since they've offended such a sinister little guy, it's better to stay away from them to avoid getting blood splattered on their faces."
Without continuing to look at the Shitenhoji team, Watanabe Osamu turned his attention to Kitagawa, the captain of the Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School team, who had already walked to the center of the stadium.