The Strongest Master of Prince of Tennis

Three days later, the National Stadium in Paris, France.

A French spectator walked toward the stadium holding a ticket.

In these three days, the news that Mifune Zongzheng, the world's number one junior high school student, led the Rikkai team to challenge the French junior high school world has spread throughout France.

Many French spectators are very interested in this game.

Today was the day when this game was held, so a lot of French spectators came to the game.

They all came to cheer for the French junior high school players.

"Our opponent is Mifune Zongzheng, the world's number one junior high school student and his team members?"

"Yes!"

"I didn't expect that Japan, a country with the lowest tennis strength in the world, would have such a powerful player as Mifune Zongzheng, and defeated the fifth U.S. team in the world!"

"Seven Five Three" Yeah!

"But so what, the final winner must be our French junior high school students!"

Mifune Zongzheng led Rikkai Daiwa to compete with the strongest junior high school students in France. There was a long queue.

Every French audience was discussing with excitement, but it was obvious that all French audiences were not optimistic about Mifune Zongzheng and the Rikkai team members he led.

Even if Rikkai has Mifune Zongzheng, the world's number one junior high school student, a half-step professional master.

Even before, Mifune Zongzheng led the Japan team to defeat the fifth-ranked U.S. national team.

These French spectators are still not optimistic about Mifune Zongzheng and other Rikkai players, and they feel that Mifune Zongzheng is not the opponent of French junior high school students.

Because this is Paris, France.

The home court of the French team and these French junior high school students.

In the lounge.

Mifune Zongzheng, Tanegashima Shuji, Oni Jujiro and other Rikkai Taisho elections gathered.

"Are everyone ready?"

Mifune Zongzheng glanced at all of Rikkai's candidates and freshmen benches, and said in a deep voice.

"Minister Zongzheng, we are all ready!

When the Rikkai elections heard Mifune Zongzheng's words, they all replied in unison.

"Then let's go!"

Mifune Zongzheng did not say any more encouraging words.

Because at this time, any words are superfluous.

Mifune Zongzheng believes that the players all know the importance of this game, and they all know that many of their relatives and friends are watching this game in Japan.

In order not to disappoint their relatives and friends, they can only win without fail.

Competition venue.

The audience is already seated.

Before the battle began, bursts of enthusiastic cheers resounded through the sky, and tens of thousands of Frenchmen shouted together, raising the atmosphere on the court to a climax in an instant.

Step! Step! Step!

There was a steady sound of footsteps, and in the passage on the left, a team was walking out with their heads high.

It is the strongest junior high school team in France.

They walked to the court under the leadership of the head of the French team and the second high school student in the world, Leo.

Every French junior high school player is full of confidence.

Coming in a unified pace, the momentum is like a rainbow.

Leo, who was at the forefront, became the focus of the audience.

"Captain Leo!

"The second high school student in the world, the hope of France!"

"He will lead the French team to next year's world championship!

The French audience suddenly burst into cheers.

Every French audience was shouting in excitement.

Some even took out the flags prepared in advance and danced vigorously.

Soon a loud singing sound also rang, and in a blink of an eye the singing spread throughout the stadium.

"The beautiful French Republic, born in the Lugau period, is the shining pearl of the West."

"The water of the Seine is clear, flowing with the pearl of Paris"

"Praise this country, may you be prosperous"

Tens of thousands of French audiences sang French songs of praise, and the singing went straight to the sky, even far away from the Paris National Stadium.

"French junior high school students must win!

Listening to the singing that resounded across the sky at the game, the French leader Leomi kept his eyes, and his heart was burning with hot flames.

"Sure victory!"

The other French junior high school players also roared, their eyes full of fighting spirit.

Right channel.

Mifune Zongzheng led the Rikkai team out of the passage.

The loud singing and bursts of cheers on the scene, even half-step professional-level masters like Mifune Zongzheng felt a little pressure.

But soon, this trace of pressure disappeared.

After all, in this situation, Mifune Zongzheng has experienced a lot when he led the Japanese team in the world before, and has become accustomed to it.

"But it must be our Rikkai who wins!

Mifune Zongzheng's mouth was drawn with a smile, and there was more oppression in his eyes.

The pace of the feet quickened, and the team soon came to the sun.

The original loudly singing arena suddenly stagnated after Mifune Zongzheng and other Rikkai major candidates appeared, and the entire arena became quiet.

After a few seconds, the audience burst into boos.

Immediately came the sound of shaking the sky.

"The French junior high school team must win!"

"The French junior high school team will win!

"Wan Sheng, Wan Sheng!

In addition to Mifune Zongzheng, the other Rikkai team members instantly looked stagnant, even if they had experienced such a scene when they had practice matches with Russia and the Han national team before, even if they had been prepared before.

But in the face of this fanatical atmosphere, his heart was still beating, and his face looked a little ugly.

The Minister of Rikkai, Mifune Zongzheng, looked calm and unaffected by the audience.

Although there are also some Japanese students in the audience cheering for Mifune Zongzheng.

But compared with tens of thousands of 1.9 French audiences, their voices could not reach Mifune Zongzheng's ears at all.

"Is this the baptism from home in France?"

Mifune Zongzheng chuckled and didn't care, and then strode to the front of the net.

The Rikkai team led by Mifune Zongzheng and the strongest junior high school team in France led by the French general stand far away across the net.

The originally frenetic atmosphere on the scene instantly became depressed, and the eyes of the players on both sides clashed in the air.

Although this game is an exchange game.

But for both teams, they can only win without losing.

PS: Thank you very much for your big flowers, support and 10 points to score!

Collection is the motivation of the author's writing. I hope everyone will support Xiao K's book more, ask for subscription, ask for automatic subscription, ask for collection, ask for flowers, ask for reward, ask for monthly pass, ask for everything. .

Thank you for reading this story at hotmtnovel.com. Your support enables us to keep the site running!