The Strongest Player in Sports

"Hahahaha~"

"Let everyone laugh, this era is the era of young people after all!"

Echizen Nanjiro's aura was put away.

In a blink of an eye, it turned into that kind of sloppy old head.

"Sure enough, you haven't changed at all!"

Coach Qin sighed.

I know that although Nanjiro retired, he never gave up-tennis.

Maybe it's the same as Nanjiro said.

Tennis has been engraved in the blood and soul, even if you no longer catch the Let ball, you can still feel its existence.

"But Old Man Qin, is this the team you are leading now?"

Nanjiro changed the subject.

He glanced at the many members of the Swiss team, touching his chin with curiosity.

The Swiss team member straightened up subconsciously.

Although I don't know who this person is, I don't know how strong he is.

But from the conversation between the two and Nanjiro released the momentum.

Just let them know.

This sloppy man in front of him may be a strong retired player.

"Do you think there are good seedlings?"

Coach Qin smiled kindly.

Although this time the Swiss team is not the strongest one, but the strength is not weak, otherwise it will not release the words of competing with the country for the championship.

"Good seedlings?"

Nanjiro took a look, his gaze stayed on Norman: "He is the head of the Swiss team, right? He has this kind of strength at this age, really amazing!"

"Ha ha "

Coach Qin smiled and shook his head.

I found that Nanjiro has not changed a bit after more than ten years.

He said that XX is great, but he didn't care about it in his heart.

Nanjiro defeated the Swiss general at this age.

So this is not a compliment at all.

Obviously, I think that this year's Swiss team is just like that. Although the strength is good, it is far from it.

But he didn't refute it either.

Even Norman is really nothing compared to players like Nanjiro.

"I remember that there was a player on the Japanese team called Echizen Ryoga, who was called a little samurai. Who should he be?"

Coach Qin asked with a smile.

Seeing an'old friend' he hadn't seen for many years, he couldn't help but ask more.

"He is my son!"

Nanjiro smiled without any concealment.

"Sure enough!"

Coach Qin nodded.

Although I haven't seen Echizen Ryoga, I guessed a little after hearing the name and the title of the little samurai.

"All right!"

"Old man Qin will see you later!"

"If it doesn't pass, the match is probably over!"

Nanjiro put his hand in his sleeve, looked at the match, and turned away.

Coach Qin didn't stop him, but looked at the back of the opponent away.

He sighed after knowing it disappeared.

"If he hadn't retired, the powerhouses in the entire world would probably only be able to reckon with them."

"Coach, who is he?"

The Swiss team member could no longer help asking.

They really couldn't think of which master this sloppy man would be.

"The legendary samurai Echizen Nanjiro!"

Coach Qin replied in an old voice.

"warrior?!"

The members of the Swiss team were dumbfounded.

Then I recalled the legends circulating in European tennis.

Rumor has it that a samurai came to Europe more than ten years ago.

After sweeping the masters of European countries, he left.

And this person is called Echizen Nanjiro.

This legend has always been half-truth and half-false, and it seems to have been deliberately concealed.

All people also think this is just a legend.

But now that this legend appears, everyone is full of surprise.

"Wu Nanjiro?!"

Norman whispered.

Although Nanjiro only released a little momentum, he knew that it was definitely not an illusion.

This man named samurai is indeed as powerful as the legendary one.

After Nanjiro left, he wandered around.

Roland Garros' court is huge and all teams are in match.

He searched for a long time but couldn't find which direction the Japanese team was in.

"Senior Nanjiro!"

Just when he felt helpless, a gentle voice came.

Echizen Nanjiro turned his head and looked, only to see a handsome boy coming from a distance, wearing a U-17 red and white coat.

"Are you that Zongshen kid?!"

...For flowers...

Seeing the person coming, Nanjiro immediately remembered who the boy was.

"Senior is all right?"

Zongshen strode forward.

Speaking of which, it was the first time he had a formal conversation with Nanjiro.

The two met during the national competition.

But Nanjiro just came to watch Ryoga's match that time, so he only said a few words.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Old man, although I am getting older, it is not so easy to deal with!"

Echizen Nanjiro laughed.

"Then senior come with me!"

Zongshen glanced at Nanjiro and nodded when he noticed that he was alive and well.

Then led him to the direction of the arena.

"What about Ryoga?"

Echizen Nanjiro asked casually.

"Ryoga is in a match, it's probably already started now."

Zongshen replied with a smile.

"Oh?"

Echizen Nanjiro's eyes lit up and he touched his chin and muttered, "I don't know how this stinky boy is now. If there is no improvement, the old man I will not let him go!

"Senior came to France to watch Ryoga match?"

Zongshen was a little curious.

How the World Cup in France is also an international competition.

It stands to reason that the live broadcast can be seen even in Japan, and it is not used in France at all.

"no!"

"I came to France for you kid!"

Echizen Nanjiro smiled, then looked at Zongshen carefully.

Obviously it just looks pretty long.

But the strength and talent surpassed his own kid.

Even he was amazed by this talent.

"I?!

Zongshen stagnated, and looked to deal with it in a little surprise.

"It's not that the guy who entered the Dao insisted on me to come, saying that it was for the entire Japanese team, and that I would be the sinner of the team if I didn't come!"

"No way, the old man can only come from Japan!'

Echizen Nanjiro replied helplessly.

He came here by the invitation of Mifune to enter the Tao.

As for the reason, it is naturally to help Zongshen break through the world professional level.

certainly.

Nanjiro himself is very curious about Zongshen.

So it came without rejection. Xi.

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