"Game, Duke Bantian, 6-2."

"The game is over, this set is won by the Neon team!"

After the referee announced the score, the host's exaggerated and exaggerated cheers instantly sounded.

"It's unbelievable. The Neon team defeated the king of Germany and won the first game. It's really unbelievable! I have to say that the Neon team's junior high school player, Bantian, was so successful in today's game.

He played an extremely impressive game, which is really amazing. We can look forward to his performance in the subsequent preliminaries."

Compared with Duke's mature appearance, a young, handsome, and talented junior high school student like Souji Hatada is naturally a better selling point. The host has a good grasp of the audience's psychology.

The audience did become curious about Souji Hatada because of his amazing performance, and they had a certain sense of curiosity and expectation for him.

Even the sponsors of this tournament have listed Souji Hata as their target of observation. If Souji Hata continues to play outstanding games, they will be happy to invest in Souji Hata to become a professional player.

The youngest professional player in history is a very hot topic when you think about it.

At this time, Seyfried, who was being supported by Bismarck as he walked down the field, turned back and looked at the smiling Souji Hatada with great reluctance.

'That guy must be enjoying the cheers given to him by the audience right now!'

The envy, jealousy, and a hint of inferiority in Seyfried's eyes were all undisguised, and anyone could read his ambition from his eyes.

In the end, all these emotions turned into unwillingness, and the flames of hatred were burning in Seyfried's eyes.

'Just wait, I will definitely pay you back twice as much next time!'

...

Souji Hatada and Duke Watanabe, who are off to a successful start, undoubtedly gave the Neon team a great start!

"Well done! You two!"

"Thanks for your hard work!"

"Now, those German people won't look down on us anymore!"

As soon as they came back, Souji Hatada and the others received congratulations from their teammates, of course, most of them were junior high school students, because high school students all understood that the real strength of the German team was far more than this.

This can only be said to be an appetizer.

"Don't get carried away you guys!"

Mifune Irido said in a cold voice: "Don't be complacent just because of an inconsequential victory. The opponent is not as simple as you think."

Junior high school students have become accustomed to Mifune's cold water. This is Mifune's old way of telling them not to underestimate their opponents.

"Also, you kid didn't listen to what I said, did you?"

Mifune Iridou glared at Bantian Souji.

"Didn't I tell you to restrain yourself?"

"I really restrained myself!"

Hatada Souji spread his hands innocently.

"I can only say that I overestimated my opponent's strength. Who knew the ball hitting him would be so effective? His reaction made me a little stronger, but I can't keep hitting the ball towards that German high school student.

Let’s fight there.”

Hearing Souji Hatada's "Versailles" words, all the junior high school students couldn't help but feel speechless.

This kind of arrogance is so ordinary and natural that only Soji Hata would say it without feeling out of place.

Mifune Irido also knew the personality of Souji Hatada and knew that he had really restrained himself. He could only say that the junior high school student in the German team was indeed a bit weak.

"Okay! Now I will announce the second team!"

"Atobe Keigo! Irie Kanata! Let the two of you take the lead!"

After Irie Kanata heard his name, he smiled slightly and looked at Atobe Keigo gently.

"Then, please give me some advice, Atobe-san."

Atobe Keigo smiled arrogantly.

"Ha, let me show you my kingdom!"

However, when the two had just stepped onto the edge of the stadium, a tsunami of cheers suddenly sounded throughout the audience!

The deafening cheers and overwhelming cheers made even two players with excellent mental qualities, Atobe Keigo and Irie Kanata, unable to help but be stunned at this moment.

It's really shocking!

The treatment that Soji and the others received was even worse than the one in the last game. The audience didn't even pay them an extra glance at this time, as if the victory of Souji and the others in the last game didn't benefit Keigo Atobe and the others.

Bring every little bit of bonus.

No one cares, no one pays attention, no one is optimistic, and there is even a vague feeling that they are enemies of everyone in the room. This is how Atobe Keigo and Irie Kanata feel at this moment.

The reason why the two of them were treated like this by all the spectators was entirely because of the players of the German team who played in this game.

"qp!"

"qp!"

"qp!"

At this moment, QP, who was the focus of everyone's attention, looked at Atobe Keigo and Irie Kanata with calm and calm eyes.

"Under such circumstances, the average player may not be able to display even two or three tenths of their strength!"

Humble words, but revealing strong self-confidence!

Kirihara Akaya frowned.

"What! That guy's expression is really unpleasant."

Kimijima Ikuto said calmly: "That guy is not an ordinary character."

Inui Sadaharu flipped through his notebook and said word by word: "Quality of perfect! Perfect quality."

Ryu Renji added next to him: "As someone who has been educated by German tennis elites since childhood, he belongs to the genius group, the elite of the elite!"

"Chief of Staff of the German Team—qp!"

Yukimura Seiichi's eyes flashed.

"I think the reason why the whole place is so excited is probably because of him."

After hearing everyone's words, Atobe Keigo on the sidelines said loudly: "Oh, then let me teach him a lesson and let him know whose kingdom this is!"

Irie Kanata smiled lightly and said: "However, his teammates are..."

At this time, a familiar figure slowly stepped into the stadium.

The firm, calm and very sharp eyes are none other than Tezuka Kunimitsu, whom I haven't seen for a long time.

Outside the court, Soji Hata looked at the combination of the German team and said with a smile: "As expected of Tezuka-senpai, he can partner with such a heavyweight player. I'm afraid he is also very valued in the German team."

Atobe Keigo looked at Tezuka Kunimitsu and raised his eyebrows: "Tezuka."

Tezuka Kunimitsu nodded coldly.

"Long time no see, Atobe."

Facing Tezuka Kunimitsu's greeting, Atobe smiled playfully.

"Tezuka, which country are you from?"

To this, Tezuka Kunimitsu responded calmly: "I am very happy to compete with you on such a stage."

For a time, there was a sense of gunpowder between the two of them, but...

...

"Bang!"

"Game, qp Tezuka, 6-1."

A disastrous defeat, an undisputed disastrous defeat. From the beginning to the end of the game, neither Atobe nor Irie could launch any effective counterattack!

"Germany!"

"Germany!"

"Germany!"

Amidst the fierce cheers from the audience, the host even cheered excitedly: "This is the price for angering the king Germany. The German team used a bloody massacre to inflict the cruelest punishment on the Neon team!!!"

Atobe didn't care at all about the host's voice or anything like that at this time. All that was left in his mind was the way Tezuka Kunimitsu looked at him at the end, and that sentence that was extremely plain but deeply hurt Atobe's self-esteem.

if.

"Atobe, how long are you going to kneel there!"

How dare you say that! Tezuka!

Atobe's eyes were filled with intense anger, but at the same time, they were so calm that it was suffocating. In his eyes, there seemed to be a towering snow-capped mountain exuding a cold air, and a biting cold wind was raging!

"But thanks to you, I know what I am missing!!!"

Atobe Keigo picked up his tennis bag and walked out of the court without saying a word.

At this time, Shiraishi Kuranosuke, who noticed his movements, said quickly: "Atobe, where are you going, please calm down!"

"Stop worrying about Shiraishi!"

Atobe turned his head and said in a deep voice: "I am very calm now. Now I have to look for my shortcomings!"

Seeing Atobe leaving, everyone was silent for a while, but they didn't feel worried about it.

After all, if that Atobe said so, he would definitely find his shortcomings and come back stronger.

And compared to this, there is a more important thing that needs to be faced by the Neon Team.

"Ladies and gentlemen! The next player on the German team is General Borg! General Borg is on the field!!!!!!"

Amidst the referee's exclamations, the members of the Neon team looked at their steady steps with heavy eyes, and the aura around them was majestic and calm, showing their unparalleled domineering power. Everyone could not help but subconsciously have the same idea in their hearts.
Chapter completed!