Chapter 479 All Junior High School Students? The Japanese Team Is Crazy!

At the end of the set, the whole place was silent.

The players from the French team even widened their eyes in disbelief. They never expected that Delacroix and George, who had entered an alternative synchronic state, would be suppressed by each other alone.

Camus and others also looked very unhappy.

If they can't even adjust, then they have already lost this game.

but.

After all, Camus was known as a master tactician.

During the break before the start of the second set, he found Delacroix and Georges and carefully explained the next tactics to them.

In Camus's opinion, Tezuka was too powerful to be forced upon. We can only make tactical detours and use non-duality as the entry point.

at the same time.

Delacroix can also take this opportunity to strengthen his tennis skills. It would be best to further enhance the effect of [Artistic Synchrony].

However.

After the game starts.

The situation did not develop in the direction Camus planned.

Facing the attacks of Delacroix and George, Fuji appeared very calm. A variety of tennis skills were skillfully used by him.

In the end, Fuji even used Guangfeng, shattering the two men's attack tactics in one fell swoop.

Bang!

final.

When the game entered the 56th minute, as Fuji's phoenix flashed back to the ground, under the shocked eyes of Delacroix and George, the tennis ball slid out close to the ground.

"Double 1 ends."

On the high chair, the referee said loudly: "The Japanese team won, the score is 6-3, 6-1!"

"Ohhhhh!!!"

In an instant.

There were loud cheers outside the stadium.

Even many passers-by and spectators joined in the celebration. They were all conquered by Fuji and Tezuka's skills and became their fans.

On the other hand, the French team's mood was a bit low.

"We actually lost."

Prince Charudalu of France looked very unhappy.

With one win and one loss, the Japanese team, which sent four junior high school students in the first two games, undoubtedly had an absolute advantage. No matter how confident he was, he didn't dare to say he could win against Byodoin and Oni, who most likely had professional-level strength.

"General."

Thinking of this, Sharudalu took a deep breath and looked at the blond Camus: "I'm going to warm up first."

"Go ahead."

Camus nodded slightly.

He could tell that his team member's mentality was not normal. Doing some off-court warm-ups can very well relieve the pressure on the opponent.

"Next, there will be a singles match of 3."

Just then.

The broadcast rang: "Oshovar Doron (3rd grade) representing the French team versus Seiichi Yukimura (3rd grade) representing the Japanese team."

"Please prepare both players."

"Um?"

Charudaru, who was about to leave, was stunned when he heard this: "Yukimura Seiichi? Not Byodoin Phoenix and Oni Jujiro? Wait, this guy can't be a junior high school student, right?"

When he raised his head and his eyes fell on the huge score board, the electronic screen with the specific names and ages of the players written on them, his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

Junior high school student!

The opponent assigned to singles 3 is actually a junior high school student? !

"Forehead?"

Bart, Morrow and other high school students were also stunned. The two looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

They really guessed it.

As expected, the Japanese team arranged a lineup of all junior high school students.

"Okay! It's Minister Yukimura!"

In the stands, Kirihara shouted excitedly.

Although he did not get the qualification to represent him, he was very satisfied as long as he could see his team's seniors on the field.

"Yukimura."

Yagyu, Marui and others narrowed their eyes.

"What's wrong."

Seeing the expressions of several people, Kirihara asked subconsciously: "Is there any problem?"

"Of course there is a problem."

Guanyue shook her head and said: "It stands to reason that the candidates assigned to singles 1 should be high school students. After all, we have too many quotas for high school students here."

"really."

Saeki also nodded and said: "The competition only stipulates that only three junior high school students will appear in each game, and there is no specific number. It seems that the coaches are not ready to put senior high school students on the field."

"You mean the list of all junior high school students?"

Kikumaru, Oishi and others were all surprised.

This is really amazing.

You know, the French team is a big4 team. And even if the Spanish team has the fewest points, the gap between it and fifth place is huge.

but.

The coach of the Japanese team arranged such an exaggerated lineup. Doesn't that mean that the Japanese team can reach the big4 level just with the lineup of junior high school students? !

"Is there a possibility?"

At this time, Akutagawa touched his chin and said thoughtfully: "Isn't the roster arrangement this time the coach's intention?"

"If it's not the coach, then who else could it be?"

Hiyoshi asked subconsciously, but then he seemed to have thought of something and looked towards Ishikawa in astonishment.

"Deputy, deputy minister's arrangement?"

Others nodded secretly in their hearts.

If it were anyone else, they would definitely not believe it. But Ishikawa's words have already gone beyond the scope of ordinary junior high school students and high school students. Even Byodoin and Oni can only succumb to them.

"Deputy Minister, he has already settled it long ago!"

Taki Ogi Nosuke, who was in charge of data collection at Hyotei, said: "With the strength of junior high school students, it is enough to get two wins. And the junior high school students on the other side are not our opponents at all."

"That's right."

Mizuki, Yagyu and others also nodded.

Because of the existence of the competition rules, the arrangement of this list has a winning rule. And the overall quality of the junior high school students of the Japanese team is undoubtedly unique among the teams in the world.

Therefore.

The arrangement of all junior high school students seems crazy, but in fact, it is completely under Ishikawa's control.

"Just like now."

Taki Ogi Nosuke smiled and said: "The French team has used up 3 high school student quotas. In the remaining three singles, they only have one high school student quota."

"The game. It's over!"

Saeki, Sengoku and others were also sighing in their hearts.

Facing the big4-level French team, they can still have such a huge advantage, almost locking the victory in advance, which is too exaggerated.

"Senior Oshowaru?"

On the other side

The French prince, Xialudaru, who was about to leave the court to warm up, paused. He took a deep look at the figure who had changed into a black gauze jacket at some point, and turned away.

"With the strength of that senior, as long as Ishikawa doesn't make a move, the remaining junior high school students of the Japanese team have no match for him at all!"

Even Xialudaru, who is as conceited as he is, is very wary of Duolong's strength. Among the junior high school students, he has only lost to one of them.

Of course.

While making associations, Xialudaru automatically filtered out Tezuka Kunimitsu, who had shown super strength on the court just now.

"There is only one person like Ishikawa in the world. And Tezuka Kunimitsu, the entire Japanese team, is probably the only one like him."

Tezuka is too strong.

Compared with him, although Fuji, Tachibana, and Chitose's performances are equally eye-catching, they are not players of the same level at all. In Xialudaru's eyes, there must be no such level of people among the remaining junior high school students of the Japanese team.

Bang bang bang! ! !

Bang Bang Bang!!!

At this time.

The sound of hitting the ball suddenly sounded in front.

Xialudalu raised his eyebrows slightly.

He didn't expect that there were other people playing a multi-ball game near Court No. 2.

"Huh?"

However.

When he got closer, his expression changed quietly.

He saw that the court was empty, without a single spectator, and there was only one person on the court, practicing against the wall.

Bang Bang Bang!!!

Bang Bang Bang!!!

Every time the opponent swung the racket, several afterimages would appear. And each figure corresponded to a tennis ball. With Xialudalu's eyesight, after some observation, he could see clearly the number of the opponent's hits.

"Ten balls in a row?!"

The French prince narrowed his eyes.

Ten balls!

For those high school students who are called elite players, this is undoubtedly a huge watershed.

They are both elite, but the difference between ten balls and nine balls is like a river and a stream. Crossing the ten-ball field, in the eyes of people in the professional field, is equivalent to stepping on the threshold of a profession.

The figure in front of him is obviously dressed as a junior high school student of the Japanese team.

"Could it be that"

As if thinking of something, Xialudaru's heart moved: "This guy is my opponent in the next singles 2?"

Swoosh!

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh! ! !

At this moment.

The figure on the opposite side suddenly stopped moving.

And the ten tennis balls that hit the wall, after rebounding, shot towards his direction.

"This guy"

Xialudaru's eyes flashed with a gleam of brilliance, and then his figure flashed, and several figures appeared around him. Each figure corresponds to a tennis ball, and with the swing of his racket, the tennis ball flew backwards towards the opponent's position.

"Heh."

The man smiled faintly, and his figure swayed slowly from side to side, and he let go of the tennis balls with amazing speed.

Snap!

And the last one was lifted up by the opponent with one hand and held tightly in his hand.

Then, the other party smiled and said, "Prince of France, do you want to warm up before the game?"

"This guy"

Xarudaru's eyes flashed.

Because the other party spoke in fluent French: "Are you targeting me?"

Immediately.

Xarudaru smiled.

Of course, he didn't mind getting rid of his opponent before the game officially started.

Immediately.

He took a step forward and walked into the court.

On the other side.

The match between the French team and the Japanese team.

After the 10-minute break, a figure walked out of each camp.

On the Japanese team, Yukimura wore a coat and walked into the court confidently and calmly. The light blue hair and coat swayed naturally in the breeze, and it was free and easy.

Many female spectators in the stands saw it, and their eyes lit up. Many brave people even whistled and kept throwing seductive eyes at the boy.

In contrast.

On the French team side, Oshiwaru Doron, who was covered in a black smock with only a pair of eyes exposed, looked very different.

"Is that a ninja costume?"

On the Japanese team side, everyone couldn't help but look surprised.

French ninja?

How can these two words be connected?

"nondescript."

Sanada said coldly.

His view of the French team players is very simple, they are nothing more than clowns trying to impress the public. Such a guy, let alone Yukimura, can easily be solved by himself.

"Ninja costume?"

Qian and Liu, on the other hand, thought more.

The former frowned and said: "Is the other party planning to use our cultural image to defeat the opponent?"

"Psychological warfare?"

Liu narrowed her eyes.

From this point of view, the other party is likely to engage in tactics such as psychological games.

"pity."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shook his head.

If it were in other fields, the other party might actually have some advantages. But at the inner level, in the game in the spiritual realm, the other party has no chance.

Because among the junior high school students, except Ishikawa, who is a supermodel character. In terms of mental strength, even Tezuka and Atobe are inferior to Yukimura.

"Hello, my name is Oshovaru Doron, a French ninja who likes Japanese culture."

In front of the net.

Doron, dressed as a ninja, was actually communicating with Yukimura in fluent Japanese.

"oh?"

Yukimura was quite surprised, and then he held the other person's hand politely: "My name is Yukimura Seiichi. Please give me your advice."

"This guy is so arrogant!"

On the side of the French team, many junior high school students couldn't help but frown after seeing Yukimura's attire: "He actually came on the field wearing a coat. He doesn't take our players seriously at all, does he?"

"It's really crazy."

Morrow nodded.

There is never a shortage of players like this in the World Championships. But for some reason, he felt very different about this junior high school student from the Japanese team.

Bart shook his head and said: "To be placed in singles 1, this person's strength is definitely not simple."

After the first two games, no one dared to underestimate the junior high school students of the Japanese team. Moreover, to be more realistic, even characters like Tezuka can only be placed in doubles.

In this regard, Yukimura is definitely very strong.

"The match is best of three sets."

A moment later, after confirming the status of the two men, the referee on the high chair said loudly: "Japanese team Yukimura serves, the game is over!"

"It finally begins."

At the bottom line, Doron was very excited. He danced and started to perform, which attracted discussion from the audience outside the venue.

"Is this guy a clown?"

Jackal couldn't help but frown and said.

Marui shook his head and said, "No, it's not that simple."

Uh-huh!

Swish, swish, swish! ! !

The words just fell.

Under everyone's surprised gazes, Duolong's figure instantly split into dozens of people. Rows of people stood neatly on the bottom line, showing a tight defensive posture.

"Shadow clone?!"

Many people stared wide-eyed.

"hey-hey."

Duolong himself couldn't help but laugh: "In this way, no matter where your serve hits, I can catch it."

Bang!

But the next moment.

As Yukimura swung the racket, a pale yellow light instantly bloomed in front of one of Doron's shadow clones.

"15-0."

In an instant.

The dozen or so figures at the bottom line were all stunned in place, sweating profusely.