freenovelworld Chapter 446: Silent Game, Hidden Eyes, Expectations from Beichuan
Chapter 446: Silent Game, Hidden Eyes, Expectations from Beichuan
Boom!
Just the next moment.
As the tennis ball thudded to the ground, Alexander Amadeus moved.
He was extremely fast, and his whole body seemed to flash in an instant, appearing where the tennis ball landed in the blink of an eye.
however.
It's different from before.
This time he did not fight back immediately, but instead took a posture of accumulating strength.
It's like a cheetah lurking in the dark, waiting for the best time to strike, ready to go.
Until the moment the tennis ball bounced and the crystal silk thread wrapped around it unfolded, he suddenly looked up, and a shadow seemed to flash across his eyes, so fast that it was almost difficult to catch.
When I looked again, Alexander Amadeus had already completed the swing and was swinging gracefully. The whole movement was smooth and natural, done in one go, as if everything was done naturally.
"But even if it's a little interesting, it's still far from enough!"
"Is the gap between national and professional levels so easy to bridge?"
As he finished speaking, darkness once again enveloped the entire stadium like a tide.
There is no doubt that this is still his terrifying "dark" skill.
Just this time.
The huge black shadow seemed like a terrifying existence that came from another time and space. It rushed straight towards Akutsu with endless oppression, as if it wanted to crush him completely and let him understand the terrifying strength of a professional player.
Obviously.
This time Alexander Amadeus showed no mercy.
At this moment, he was already in a bad mood and did not have the patience to deal with his opponent. He wanted to make this ignorant challenger clearly realize that the gap between the professional level and the national level was not something that could be easily bridged.
“Stop kidding!!!”
Akutsu snorted coldly, anger burning in his heart.
The blood color that originally surrounded him disappeared completely in an instant, and was replaced by a bright light that bloomed on the face of the racket in his hand.
The light was as bright as the rising sun, dazzling and seeming to contain endless hope and strength.
however.
Despite the dazzling light, the sticky darkness seemed immune to it and was not dispelled much.
On the contrary, under the cover of darkness, the light seems so small, like a lone boat in a storm, which may be swallowed by the darkness at any time, but it flickers stubbornly and refuses to go out.
"Sweet spot technique, light hitting?"
"hehe......"
"I've already mentioned the chasm, but your judgment is still at the national level."
"Let this farce end here."
As Alexander Amadeus finished speaking, a white light suddenly appeared.
However, behind this dazzling white light, a figure flew backwards rapidly from the center of the court.
"Puff~"
A dull sound rang out, like a sigh of fate, and the indoor tennis court fell into silence again, as if all the sounds were swallowed up by the darkness, leaving only endless silence and loss.
at the same time.
Inside the monitoring room of the Swiss U-17 training camp.
"You are really patient."
"The results at the national and professional levels won't change no matter how you look at it."
"Captain Kitagawa."
Henry Nobel III sat on a chair with his legs crossed in an aristocratic manner. After taking a sip of hot black tea, he gracefully put down the cup and spoke with interest to Kitagawa who was concentrating on watching the surveillance screen in front of him.
There was a hint of doubt and confusion in his eyes, and he seemed to have already known the outcome of the game.
“Sometimes, the results aren’t that important.”
“The process is what matters.”
"Of course. I mean sometimes, like now."
Beichuan turned his head slightly, glanced at Henry Nobel III, and answered with a mysterious smile on his face.
His smile seemed to hide the unknown secret behind this game, and only he could see through the deep meaning.
"Hi~Hi~Hi~"
"You're the captain, you're right."
"Well, compared to this, I'm more curious, why do you insist on letting me bring you to the monitoring room?"
"Also, Captain Kitagawa, how did you calculate that the former captain of Amadeus would play a game against Akutsu?"
Although Henry Nobel III looked aristocratic, he was like a curious child at this moment, asking Beichuan one question after another tirelessly.
There seemed to be countless questions hidden in his heart, waiting for Beichuan to answer them one by one.
"Senior Tasta was defeated by me. It's not a good idea to look for him now."
"As for Senior Federer and Senior Pugu, I estimate this monitoring room will be transformed into their gym in less than half an hour."
"As for Senior Ranbir, he's a smart guy, but because he's so smart, the atmosphere here becomes dead when he's around."
Beichuan returned his gaze to the surveillance screen and spoke slowly with a slightly softer tone.
In just this short period of time, he has already clearly understood the personality traits of these people in the Swiss U-17 training camp, as if he has the superpower of seeing through people's hearts.
"So, the reason you chose me is because I'm someone you can chat with to kill time?"
Henry Nobel III was slightly startled, with a hint of surprise and helplessness on his face. He seemed a little surprised at the reason why he was chosen, and continued to ask.
"Of course it's more than just this."
"Another very important point is that I want you to be able to watch this game carefully and learn something from it."
Kitagawa spoke softly, with a hint of expectation in his voice, as if he hoped that Henry Nobel III could learn some valuable experience and skills from this wonderful game and thus make further progress on his tennis journey.
"Then why not call those people over?"
Henry Nobel III was even more puzzled. His brows were tightly furrowed and his eyes were full of doubts. He could never understand Beichuan's decision. It seemed that there were deeper reasons behind this decision.
"hehe......"
"You'll understand once you finish reading it."
This time, Beichuan did not explain any further, but just smiled mysteriously.
His smile was still full of mystery, as if waiting for Henry Nobel III to discover the secret behind the game himself.
As his voice fell, new changes quietly occurred on the surveillance screen, and a new battle might be about to begin.