freenovelworld Chapter 501: The Undercurrent Detected, Some Feared, Some Expected
Chapter 501: The Undercurrent Detected, Some Feared, Some Expected
On the other side, in the corner.
The members of the British U-17 team were sitting around a long table in the corner. There was some unfinished food on the table, but they had no interest in enjoying it anymore.
"Kitagawa!"
Everyone's eyes turned to the source of the voice, only to see that the person who spoke had a frown on his face, his eyes revealing deep fear and solemnity.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire corner became increasingly heavy, as if it was being pressed down by an invisible boulder.
Over the past period of time, the British U-17 team seems to have fallen into an invisible dilemma, with low morale and a lack of passion in training.
And in their minds, the culprit of all this is largely pointed to one person - Beichuan.
Beichuan, a name that is now well-known in the world of youth tennis, is like a thorn in their hearts.
The strength, talent and ability of the opponent team continued to impact the hearts of the British team members through the information brought back by Andy Dennis and various reports on the world youth tennis scene.
The news about Beichuan showing top professional level strength was like sharp thorns piercing their hearts.
Now, they finally had the chance to see this legendary figure in person, and the pressure in everyone's hearts instantly exploded like a ignited powder keg.
The relaxed and casual expressions on their faces disappeared without a trace in an instant, replaced by seriousness and tension. The word "alert" seemed to be engraved on everyone's face.
The scenes of Beichuan's games involuntarily emerged in their minds, and they imagined how embarrassed they would be if they faced him head-on on the court.
When they thought of this, a chill ran down everyone's spine and they shivered subconsciously.
Perhaps because of the excessive attention to the Swiss U-17 team, especially Kitagawa, their attention was completely drawn to it, so much so that they ignored the Free State U-17 team in the other corner of the restaurant.
The members of the Free Nation team were sitting together, eating and talking in low voices.
At the same time, in another bustling area of London, in an exquisitely decorated restaurant, a group of German teenagers were enjoying a British-style lunch.
The restaurant was filled with the aroma of roast beef and Yorkshire pudding, and the sound of cutlery colliding was crisp and pleasant, creating a seemingly relaxed and comfortable picture.
Q.P sat at the head of the table, his manners as elegant as a true aristocrat.
The knife and fork in his hand rhythmically cut the tender steak on the plate, and he chewed each bite slowly, as if he was savoring a luxurious feast.
After swallowing the food in his mouth, he slowly raised his head, his eyes swept calmly over the crowd, and slowly said: "The Swiss U-17 team has arrived here."
His voice was not loud, but in this relatively quiet restaurant, it was clearly heard by everyone.
The team members who were originally chatting casually stopped what they were doing after hearing this, and cast their eyes towards Q.P with surprised expressions on their faces.
One of the team members couldn't help but put down his knife and fork and asked, "So soon? Didn't they say they were leaving just the day before yesterday?"
Q.P nodded slightly and explained, "Their schedule has been brought forward. It seems they're determined to win this tournament."
Q.P paused and continued, "In fact, we are not the only ones here to watch the U-17 World Cup."
"The U-17 national team of the Free State, the U-17 national team of Spain, the U-17 national team of France, and the U-17 national team of Greece are all here too."
"The Australian U-17 team chose not to come because the journey was too long. The Japanese U-17 team had other tour arrangements."
Hearing this, everyone who was eating raised their heads, their eyes sparkling with curiosity and excitement.
One team member couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh?! Looks like everyone's here for Kitagawa of the Swiss U-17 team! A first-year junior high student, yet he's able to display top-tier professional-level skills. If we let our guard down and disregard an opponent like that, we'll inevitably be defeated."
Jurgen Barisavich Polk sat aside and listened quietly to everyone's discussion.
There was no expression on his face, as if he had already known about the situation.
His eyes were deep and calm, as if he was thinking about something more profound.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking to himself, "How much hidden power does this first-year junior high student, Beichuan, possess? His presence will probably make this U-17 World Cup tournament even more complicated and exciting."
"Should we meet with these teams before the tour starts?"
Michael Bismarck wiped his hands, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he suggested with interest, "After all, knowing more about the opponent will be of great benefit to our victory in the game."
"can."
Jurgen Barisavich Polk nodded and looked out the window. The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the thick clouds seemed like they would fall down at any time.
As large raindrops began to patter against the window, he whispered, "It seems like it's raining a lot these days. I feel like those things hiding in the dark corners are about to come out."
From his words, one can clearly feel that he seems to have noticed the undercurrent surging beneath the land of London.
In his opinion, many strong teams gathered in London, ostensibly to watch the performance of the Swiss team and Kitagawa, but in fact there may be various unknown purposes and competitions hidden behind it.
Tezuka Kunimitsu and Fuji Shusuke were sitting by the window, staring blankly at the heavy rain outside like a bead curtain.
The raindrops kept hitting the window, making a crisp sound, as if playing a sad melody.
Kunimitsu Tezuka folded his hands across his chest, his eyes intently staring at the rain outside the window, but his thoughts had already drifted away.
Fuji Shusuke raised the corners of his mouth slightly with a faint smile on his face. He seemed relaxed, but in fact he was thinking about the upcoming tennis feast in his heart.
To be honest, deep down in their hearts, they were more eager to say hello to Beichuan than to greet and communicate with other teams.
Although they knew clearly that the gap in strength between them was getting bigger and bigger, their curiosity and admiration for Beichuan had not diminished in the slightest.
They recalled the moments they had faced Beichuan. Although they had lost every time, those matches had also made them grow a lot.
As for those possible conspiracies, they don't take them seriously.
After all, even Jurgen Barisavich Polk had already noticed the undercurrents in London, England. With Beichuan's extraordinary intelligence, how could he not notice it?
They believe that Beichuan must have ways to deal with various situations.