Legendary Light of Prince of Tennis

No one paid attention to this report at the beginning, and it wasn't until a few days later that Jing Zhiguang entered the professional arena that it really caused an uproar!

Japan, Tokyo.

The junior high school students who are still training don’t know that Jing Zhiguang has left the apartment.

He and Irie Kanata and others went to the International Sports Center early in the morning.

This is a modern sports center with a large area built near the Tokyo Tower.

Many professional tennis matches are held here!

When Jing Zhiguang and others came here, they found that many foreign tennis enthusiasts came to watch the match.

And they all have supportive players

"Dad~ Will Loyce win?"

A cute little girl with blond hair asked milkily to the adult next to her.

At the same time she still had a small flag in her hand with a small photo of Loy Snyder on it.

This kid seems to be a fan of Lois!

"Haha, Loyce won't be on the stage today, he is the No. 2 seed, he will not join until the official match later!"

The child's father, a kind middle-aged person from Ying country, touched the little girl's blond hair and said with a smile, his eyes full of fatherly love.

"Oh~"

The little girl looked disappointed and replied dullly with her mouth pouting slightly.

Jing Zhiguang, Irie and others passed by them. Jing Zhi also glanced at the father and daughter.

The little girl blinked her big eyes and looked at Jing Zhiguang and others curiously. Her eyes were bright and twinkling, very cute.

Jing Zhiguang smiled and blinked at her.

Then walked to the contestant passage, and Irie and others could only walk to the audience entrance.

The warm conversation of the father and daughter sounded behind him,

"Dad, that big brother is also a match~"

"Uh, it should be!"

Jing Zhiguang passed the inspection from the player entrance and rushed to the professional player's locker room.

There are 10 dressing rooms for contestants, and Jing Zhiguang is the No. 9 dressing room!

"How about today, are you sure...?"

"It's a bit overhanging. My opponent is James. Although this guy became a professional player last year, his forehand strength is really good."

Along the way, there are voices of conversation in every locker room.

It seems that many players know each other.

When I came to Room 9, I didn't open the door yet, I just heard the words coming from inside.

"Hey, guys, who knows who my opponent Jing Zhiguang is? I have never seen this name before!"

A playful voice sounded from inside.

And the others also answered,

"I haven't heard the name of this professional player. Which country is it from?"

"It should be a player who has just entered the professional tennis world and is not well-known. There are too many of these!"

"Yes "

Although there are few new professional players every year, there are still thousands of professional players all over the world.

In the ATP rankings, only the names of the top few hundred players will appear.

Therefore, most of the professional players may be relatively small in popularity.

Since the name Jing Zhiguang is not on the ATP rankings, it is normal not to know.

"Haha, since everyone doesn't know each other, that means this guy is really a newcomer! God is so lucky for me

The initial voice was yelling again, and the tone was very joyful.

Every professional player has more or less a circle of strength,

Most of the people who participate in the level match of the Japan Youth Professional Open are professional players who are not eligible to participate in the high-level competition. They can only participate in this type of competition to earn points.

The strength gap between them is not big.

Now that I happen to meet a "lower level" Jing Zhiguang, that person is of course very happy and can win a match!

Jing Zhiguang was outside the door, listening to the roar of laughter in the dressing room, with a chuckle,

Opened the door and walked in.

Hearing someone coming in, everyone inside looked over,

Jing Zhiguang looked around and found that most of them were from their own country, and there was only one black contestant.

"Boy, are you also a contestant?"

A young player with a white headband tied to his forehead and wearing a vest, showing the strong muscles on his arms, asked Jing Zhiguang.

Jing Zhiguang looks like he is sixteen or seventeen years old, but he still looks "too young" compared to the people in this locker room!

Hearing that this person is Jing Zhiguang of his opponent, he just gave him a faint alert, and then walked to an empty locker.

Ignored by Jing Zhiguang, the young man wearing the white headband snorted, but did nothing.

Pull open the tennis bag and change into a match dress. It is also rare to wear a white headband on the forehead. The hair that is close to the shoulders is also tied back with a white headband to form a small pony tail.

The face is handsome, the heroic appearance between the eyebrows glows,

This kind of Jing Zhiguang gives people a fierce temperament in front of them!

The professional players in the same locker room were a little surprised.

With a change of dress, the aura has completely changed!

""not simple!"

Some people muttered silently.

"Huh, pretend!"

Jing Zhi's opponent snorted and muttered.

It didn't take long for the match to begin soon.

Jing Zhiguang’s match is not the first match, it will take a while, but it seems to pass very quickly.

It felt like someone knocked on the locker room door soon,

"The second match of Game C, contestant No. 11 Jing Zhiguang, contestant No. 12 Sakey Taro!'

An official came into the locker room with the list and shouted.

"Ha, it's finally me!"

The muscular young man wearing a white headband, shaking his arm, stood up.

At the same time, Jing Zhiguang also picked up the racquet and walked outside.

"This guy? Is he Jing Zhiguang?!"

(The Qian Zhao) Sakey Taro and others in the locker room exclaimed.

"Hmph, it's better this way, just want to teach this guy a lesson!'

Saken Taro smiled, picked up racquet and went out.

"Jing Zhiguang Jing Zhiguang?"

There was a person in the dressing room, who kept talking, as if thinking about something.

Then I saw him pick up the phone and search.

"Why? Isn't it just a newcomer? I guess he will be severely taught by Saken Taro!"

Someone next to him heard his chanting and replied to the hall.

It's just that the person holding the phone paused, and his pupils shrank, "It's really him! He has become a professional player!"

The waves seemed to be surging in my heart.

He just said why the name is so familiar, but he didn't hear it among the professional players.

"Lesson, it depends on who taught whom!"

This person said quietly.

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