The Strongest Player in Sports

early morning.

Mild sunlight fell over Paris.

Roland Garros Stadium.

A celebrity spectator walked toward the stadium holding a ticket.

The World Cup has been held for several days, and the eight-to-four match is also on schedule.

"Our next opponent is the Japanese team, right?"

"Yes!"

"I didn't expect this team to reach the quarterfinals!"

"So what, it must be our French team that wins in the end!'

The two teams match the venue, with long queues.

Everyone in the audience was discussing with excitement, but it was obvious that everyone was not optimistic about the Japanese team.

Because this is Paris, France.

The home court of the French team.

In the lounge.

A group of people from the Japanese team gathered.

"Little ghosts, are you ready?"

Mifune entered the road, glanced at all the players, and shouted loudly.

"Ready!"

Everyone replied in unison.

"Then go!"

Mifune didn't say any more words of motivation when he entered the Tao.

Because at this time, any words are superfluous.

He believes that the players all know the importance of this match, and if they want to go further, they can only win without losing.

match venue.

The audience is already seated.

Before the battle started, bursts of cheers went straight to the sky.

Step! Step! Step!

There was a steady sound of footsteps, and in the left passage, a team was walking out with their heads high.

It's the French team.

Every team member's face is full of confidence.

Coming in a unified pace, the momentum is like a rainbow.

Among them, Luke, who walked in the forefront, became the focus of the audience.

"Luke Pound!"

"The hope of France, he will lead the French team to win this world championship!"

The French audience burst into cheers.

Everyone was yelling in excitement.

Some people even took out the flags prepared in advance and danced hard.

Soon a loud singing voice also rang, and in a blink of an eye the song spread throughout the stadium.

"The beautiful French Republic, born in the Lugau period, is the shining pearl of the West 1."

"The water of the Seine is clear, flowing through the pearl of Paris"

"Praise this country, may you be prosperous"

Thousands of spectators sang the song of French praise together, and the singing went straight into the sky, even in other stadiums.

"The French team will win!"

Luke squinted his eyes, a fiery flame burned in his heart.

This year is the last time he will participate in the World Cup. He will lead the French team to the final victory.

The flag of France will fly in the sky of U-17.

"Sure victory!"

The team members roared, their eyes full of fighting spirit.

Right channel.

Zongshen led the team out of the passage.

With loud singing and bursts of cheers, even Zongshen felt a little pressure.

"But it must be us who will win!"

Zongshen's mouth was drawn with a smile, and there was more oppression in his eyes.

The pace accelerated, and the team appeared in the sun.

The original loud singing stadium stagnated for an instant after Zongshen and others appeared, and the entire stadium was quiet.

After a few seconds, there was a burst of boos from the audience.

Immediately came the sound of shaking the sky.

"The French team will win, and the Japanese team will lose!"

"Victory against the Japanese team and advance to the semi-finals of the World Cup!"

"Wan Sheng, Wan Sheng!"

All the members of the First Army looked stagnant. Even if they were prepared before, they still had their hearts beating in the face of this fanatical atmosphere, and their faces were a little ugly.

Although Oishi and his party are cheering for the team in the auditorium.

But compared to thousands of spectators, their voices could not reach the ears of the team at all.

"This is the baptism from the French home court!"

Zongshen took a deep breath, then strode to the front of the net.

The two teams stand far apart across the net.

The original frenetic atmosphere instantly became depressed, and the eyes of the players on both sides delayed the confrontation.

This is the tournament.

For both teams, they can only win but not lose.

"Please advise!"

Luke stepped forward and stretched out his hand.

"Um!"

Zongshen nodded and clasped his opponent's hand tightly.

The two looked at each other and then looked back, and then led the team off the field.

"These noisy guys!"

Tohno Atsukyo was full of irritability.

Now if you listen with hard ears, it's all cheering for France.

This had a huge impact on him.

The mood that was originally calm was also inexplicably restless at this time.

"Don't be affected!"

Byodoin frowned.

But I know that in this atmosphere, no one can maintain stability, even he feels the pressure.

"...|Although I say that, it is still under great pressure!"

Oni Jujiro exhaled.

This is indeed the home court of the French team, and the cheers have had a certain impact on their morale.

"Brother Zongshen, come on!"

Just as a few people were discussing, a shy voice rang from behind.

Everyone was taken aback and turned to look.

I saw a girl lying on the stand in the stands behind him.

A smile like summer blossoms bloomed on the delicate face.

He was looking at Zongshen at this time.

The sound of cheering just now came from the girl.

"Chloe?"

Zongshen was taken aback, then a gentle smile appeared on his face: "Thank you for your cheering!"

"Brother Zongshen must win!"

Chloe's cute and delicate face is full of encouragement.

She should have cheered for the French team.

But after seeing Zongshen, she couldn't help but ran over.

"Um!"

(Lee Wang's)

Zongshen nodded.

With this encouragement, the slight pressure in my heart disappeared.

"Is this girl French?"

"I met her when I was in Han country. She seems to be Duke Watanabe's younger sister?"

"Duke Watanabe's sister cheers for Zongshen?"

The crowd was full of weird faces, and then they were very envious.

Seeing Chloe's admiration, she knows that she is Zongshen's little fan.

The thought of Zongshen spreading his charm to the hostile camp, and also instigating a beautiful girl, they admired jealousy and hatred.

"Shut me up!

Mifune entered the road and yelled, interrupting everyone's discussion.

Then turned to look at Ryoga and Tokugawa.

Knowing what it meant, the two immediately picked up racquet and walked aside to warm up.

Japan team VS France team.

The first match is about to begin!!!.

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