freenovelworld Chapter 672: Young man becomes famous, Long Ya watches the game
Chapter 672: Young man becomes famous, Long Ya watches the game
Brand explained with a smile:
"Don't you understand? A first-year junior high student reaches the master level, and he's handsome and has a good temperament. Do you think he'll be the target of all the girls' affections?"
"In today's society, girls tend to admire strong men. That's why Kitagawa has so many fans."
"So, to give these fans a surprise, I gave them tickets to the U-17 World Cup Tour."
"However, it seems that in addition to this, some people even bought tickets at their own expense in order to get them."
As he spoke, the smile on his face grew brighter, and he looked like Beichuan's number one "fan-loving expert". It seemed that seeing Beichuan loved by so many people made him happier than his own achievements.
After hearing this, Qin Onokyiha's face turned serious and he said seriously:
"I'd like to know how the young man Beichuan feels now?"
"Transforming into the most eye-catching presence in the entire venue, this situation would probably satisfy anyone's vanity immensely."
"And correspondingly, it will also lead to the gradual growth of some arrogant and conceited emotions."
"So, after the game, we still need to talk to him."
He values talent very much, and Beichuan's gifts, talents and potential are all of great importance to him. Therefore, he is very worried that this incident will have a bad impact on Beichuan, and he is afraid that Beichuan will lose himself in these cheers, thus affecting his future development.
However, Brand directly rejected Qin Onokyiha's proposal. He said with a firm look in his eyes:
"I don't think it's necessary at all."
“Anyone who reaches this stage is bound to go through this process.”
"Since Abei has made it this far, it shows that his character is strong enough."
“Instead of interfering too much, it’s better to let nature take its course.”
"As much as I hope he can continue to rise, sometimes I still hope he can experience a setback."
As a veteran men's singles player who was once the world's number one on paper but actually the world's number two, he has a deep understanding of this situation.
In his opinion, generally speaking, experiencing setbacks can temper one's character and will, and may even allow the players to achieve new breakthroughs.
However, he also knew that Beichuan might not be a "normal case".
After saying this, both of them fell silent and continued to stare intently at the situation on the field.
Behind them, the members of the Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School tennis club, under Brand's arrangement, were enthusiastically cheering for Kitagawa and others.
They waved brightly colored flags with Beichuan's name and various inspiring words printed on them.
They shouted slogans in unison, their voices rising and falling, echoing throughout the venue, making the already warm atmosphere even more heated.
The entire stadium became particularly eye-catching because of Beichuan and this huge fan base.
Compared to these.
At this moment, in the bustling crowd in the audience, a young boy wearing a hoodie was concentrating on observing the Swiss U-17 team on the field.
He leaned forward slightly, his eyes flashing sharply under the brim of his hat, not missing any movements or expressions of anyone in the team.
Of course, his eyes were more focused on the team leader Beichuan, with a hint of inquiry and scrutiny in his eyes, as if he wanted to see through Beichuan's appearance and see through the depth of his tennis skills.
And this is Ryuga Echizen, who secretly ran away from the Spanish U-17 training camp. He hid in the crowd, like a lurking lone wolf, waiting for the right opportunity to show his edge.
"It's really amazing."
Echizen Ryuya murmured softly, with a hint of surprise in his voice.
He looked around at the packed stadium and continued to mutter to himself.
“It’s the home game of the Free State U-17 team, but now the situation has been reversed.”
"With so many fans and audiences, and even reaching the master level, is this really a first-year junior high school student?"
He felt the wave-like cheers of the fanatical fans in the stadium, the sound getting louder and louder, making his eardrums hurt.
The audience around waved flags, shouted the names of the players, and their faces were filled with excitement and excitement.
Echizen Ryomasa was infected by the warm atmosphere and felt a lot of emotions in his heart.
However, there was a hint of anticipation and a strong desire to fight in his eyes, as if he couldn't wait to compete with the masters on the field. The fighting spirit burning in his eyes was as hot as a flame.
Now let’s turn our attention to the journalists and media.
At this moment, in the media area, a middle-aged man with short brown hair was holding a camera and pressing the shutter button with a focused expression to take pictures.
His fingers operated the camera quickly, his eyes fixed on the viewfinder, not missing any wonderful moments on the field.
Next to him was a girl with short dark brown hair, who was screaming excitedly. She was waving a cheering banner in her hand, her body swaying to the rhythm of the shouting, her face full of excitement and joy.
"Saori, can you take a break?"
Inoue Mamoru put down the camera in his hand with a helpless look on his face, frowned slightly, and asked Shiba Saori beside him in confusion.
"It's not like you've seen the young man from Beichuan before, so why are you so excited? Are you really not here for work this time?"
There was a hint of ridicule and confusion in his tone. Looking at Shiba Saori's fanatical look, it was hard to believe that she was just here to chase stars.
"Inoue-senpai."
Shiba Saori stopped and looked at Inoue Mamoru seriously, with determination in her eyes.
“It’s not like I’m just a tennis reporter.”
"Isn't the main reason you went to this newspaper to chase stars?"
"I can cheer for Kitagawa-chan with so many fellow fans right now. Shouldn't I do the same?"
"Just go ahead and do your thing. I came here purely to chase after celebrities this time."
As she spoke, she pointed to the eye-catching pattern on the cheering uniform on her chest. The pattern was brightly colored and was exactly the image of Beichuan, showing her love for her idol.
Although he had explained it to the other party before, Inoue Mamoru did not believe it.
But now, looking at Shiba Saori's serious and dedicated look, he didn't know what to say for a moment. He could only shake his head helplessly and picked up the camera again to continue working.