Prince of Tennis: A tennis legend that started from signing in

Chapter 89: The three head coaches of the U-17 training camp, the undercurrent gradually subsides

The next day.

Emergency copies of Tennis Monthly, printed overnight, were sent to various locations in Japan.

Simultaneously.

This newspaper was also sent to Japan's Tennis Association, the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology, various tennis training bases, etc.

If the previous special issue of "Tennis Monthly" caused a stir in the Japanese junior high school tennis world.

So this time the emergency chapter is the surging waves.

Neon U-17 training camp.

U-17, which stands for under 17, is a training base for players under 17 years old (inclusive) with the purpose of cultivating future Japanese professional players.

Equipped with advanced technological equipment and professional coaches, it is a training ground for top talents in the Japanese tennis world and a veritable gathering place for elites.

And in a monitoring room here.

"It looks like this year's U-17 World Cup should be able to break the previous rankings."

A man with long brown hair, wearing a blue shirt and a white suit, held a cup of black tea in his left hand. After taking a sip, he looked at the thirty-two surveillance screens on the wall and spoke softly with an expressionless face.

"Not enough, not enough!"

On the ground next to him, a muscular man wearing a dark green vest and with a slicked-back hair was doing push-ups with his hands supporting himself with two fingers.

"Kurobe and Takushi, two colleagues."

"Looks like we need to contact the team leader."

at this time.

A man with long black hair, wearing a white coat and a black round-necked top, walked in with a stack of documents.

With a faint smile, he spoke softly to Kurobe Yukio and Takushi Ryuji.

"Oh?"

"What's the matter that requires alerting Head Coach Mifune?"

Yukio Kurobe gracefully put down the teacup in his hand, his eyes fixed on the surveillance screens.

"First of all."

"This is an invitation to an emergency meeting between the Neon Tennis Association and the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology."

"Secondly."

"This is the urgent edition of Tennis Monthly that was printed last night."

Saito put one hand in his pocket and used the other hand to spread out the information in his hand.

"Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology?"

"Are those guys going to use the high school players' academic problems to make trouble again?"

"This kind of thing doesn't even require Head Coach Mifune to intervene."

After doing a push-up, Takushi Ryuji stood up, tilted his head to take a look, and said nonchalantly.

"No no no~"

"It's not unreasonable."

"This is an important meeting about whether there will be a break in Japanese youth tennis."

Saito Shi shook his head and denied it.

At the same time, he also walked to Kurobe Yukio's side.

Place it next to the laptop in front of the other person.

Wow...

then.

Kurobe Yukio picked up one of them and started reading.

But as he flipped through the pages, his expression gradually became serious.

“It’s really terrible.”

"But even if we tell Head Coach Mifune about this kind of thing, it will still fall on the three of us in the end."

"Don't notify me."

After a while.

Putting down the documents in his hand, Kurobe Yukio said solemnly.

"But even if it can endanger the foundation of Japanese youth tennis."

“But shouldn’t the U-17 training camp be invited to the meeting?”

After finishing push-ups, Takushi Ryuji walked to the table and took a look at the emergency meeting invitation.

I couldn't help but ask in confusion.

"There were rumors recently that this year's U-17 World Cup was going to undergo some changes."

"That is, the International Tennis Association wants to make an exception and allow junior high school players to participate in the competition for the purpose of training new players."

"The Neon Tennis Association must have heard about this, so they strongly suggested that the U-17 training camp attend the meeting."

Kurobe Yukio explained slowly.

After saying this.

He picked up the two documents on the table and walked straight outside.

"If that's the case."

"Then we'll probably have to take some time off and take advantage of the national competition and the qualifying rounds to thoroughly investigate and observe those middle school students."

Raising his eyebrows, Saito Zhi muttered thoughtfully.

Immediately he walked outside.

"A middle school student?"

"Can those little guys really hold out here?"

Takushi Ryuji sighed helplessly.

Then, he followed with big strides.

......

at dusk.

In a private room of a high-end club in Tokyo.

Snapped!

Wow!

The long-haired, feminine man from the Gilgamesh Tennis Club was currently throwing things around crazily.

There were broken glasses, champagne, drinks and cigarette butts all over the floor.

It was a complete mess.

"hehe......"

"Is it really necessary to make such a big fuss?"

The bald middle-aged man with sunglasses from the Nibelungen Tennis Club sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and asked with a mocking expression on his face.

"Don't act so noble!"

"In just one afternoon, those losers who paid to transfer to a bunch of private junior high schools were immediately expelled."

"Don't you have any idea who gave you the information?"

The long-haired, feminine man said hatefully, his eyes flashing with a cold look.

But after he finished saying this.

Something seemed to come to mind.

A smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Speak."

"It seems that your Nibelungen Tennis Club has arranged the most."

"I didn't expect that you would hide so many monsters and demons."

"Now, those guys are definitely going to cause trouble again."

"You have a headache, don't you?"

The words fell.

The bald middle-aged man wearing sunglasses flicked the ash off his cigar.

There was still not much change in his expression.

"I don't know how a pig-brain like you can become so big and powerful."

"There's more than one trash can."

"There are even places that are happy to accept what I consider garbage."

"All right."

"I won't waste my time talking to you."

"Next, it all depends on your ability."

After putting the cigar in his hand on the table and screwing it out.

The bald middle-aged man wearing sunglasses stood up and walked out of the box.

"Did this guy give up here?"

"Or is there something I don't know yet?"

With a look that was uncertain, the long-haired, feminine man clasped his fists in front of his nose, frowned and pondered.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

"call......"

"Looks like we need to change our thinking."

“Investment always takes time to generate returns.”

"In the meantime, it's time to make new investments."

Looking at the big screen in front of him that was playing a Korean idol boy group singing and dancing, he seemed to have thought of something.

The long-haired, feminine man's brows suddenly relaxed and he laughed heartily.

Then he got up and left.