0p0 Chapter 502: Romance in the Rain? A Reminder from a Strange Teenager
Chapter 502: Romance in the Rain? A Reminder from a Strange Teenager
In a luxury hotel not far from the stadium.
Members of the French U-17 national team are enjoying lunch in the restaurant.
The restaurant's decoration is luxurious and elegant, and the crystal chandeliers cast bright and soft light, reflecting on the faces of the team members.
The table was filled with exquisite French delicacies, including baked snails, Marseille fish soup and Napoleon cake, and each dish exuded an enticing aroma.
"team leader."
Tristan Barthes said to Leopold Camus while showing off with a charming smile on his face.
"If nothing unexpected happens, I'm afraid we won't have a peaceful few days. The German U-17 team, the Spanish U-17 team, the Greek U-17 team, and the Free State U-17 team are all here. Also, I found out some interesting things."
He deliberately kept the topic a secret, pausing for a moment. Seeing everyone looking at him curiously, he continued, "The British royal family previously held a youth tournament and invited middle school players from many countries to participate."
"But, I don't know what happened, but many middle school players from other countries were targeted by premeditated attacks before the game even started."
"Although the organizers vowed at the time that they would deal with this matter seriously, there has been no news until now."
"Does that mean that teams like us who came to watch the game might also be attacked?"
The knife and fork in Jonal St. George's hand stopped involuntarily, and his expression became a little serious.
Although he is a puppet controlled by Edgar Delacroix, as a data tennis player, he is still sensitive to these potential dangers.
There was a hint of worry in his eyes, and various dangerous scenarios that might happen began to emerge in his mind.
"Humph!"
Atobe Keigo snorted with disdain, "Even if someone wants to sneak attack us, they'd need to be strong enough. If this team is easily ambushed, the value of the U-17 World Cup's Big Four will be greatly diminished."
As he spoke, he raised his chin with a hint of arrogance on his face.
He has been studying in the UK since he was a child and is quite familiar with the situation here.
As for being attacked, he didn't believe from the bottom of his heart that the British U-17 team was that capable.
If they really had this ability, how could they be in such a lukewarm state in the tennis world now?
Of course, he also understood that sneak attacks by the other party might happen, but it was simply a fantasy to catch all the delegations from various countries in one fell swoop. If they could successfully sneak attack one or two of them, they would be considered extremely lucky.
The more he thought about it, the more ridiculous it seemed to him. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile.
As soon as he finished speaking, Leopold Camus gently stroked the racket in his hand, his eyes full of tenderness, as if the racket was his most beloved lover.
He whispered, "Playing tennis on a rainy day like this might be considered a romantic date. What do you think, dear?"
From his words, it can be clearly heard that he is not afraid of those who may launch a sneak attack from behind. Instead, he has an urge to play with them.
After hearing this, the other members of the French U-17 team understood what he meant and stopped talking about it. Instead, they silently watched the heavy rain outside the window and continued to enjoy the delicious meal.
Let’s not talk about what happened in these teams for now.
After the Swiss U-17 team finished their lunch, they stood up, paid the bill and prepared to leave.
Their movements were clean and neat, without any drag.
They completely ignored the Free State U-17 team who were still sitting in the restaurant, as if they were just a group of insignificant passers-by.
The Swiss team members all had serious expressions and determined eyes. Their steps were steady and powerful, revealing a sense of confidence and dominance.
This move made the U-17 local high school players of the Free State very unhappy.
They gathered together, talking in low voices, with dissatisfaction written all over their faces.
One of the team members said angrily: "They are so arrogant, they just ignore us like that!"
Another team member frowned and responded, "We can't help it. They are so strong that even our captain values them so much."
Thinking of the opponent's strong strength and the importance their own captain attached to the Swiss team, they could only swallow their anger helplessly in the end.
In addition, Echizen Nanjiro's deliberate avoidance of Kitagawa's sight made them realize that they could do nothing at the moment.
They watched the Swiss team leave, feeling both unwilling and helpless.
Although they did not continue to cause trouble, just as the Swiss U-17 team walked out of the restaurant, an English teenager walked over quickly with a serious expression.
It seemed as if the other party had been waiting here for a long time, just for this moment.
His hair was wet from the rain and stuck to his forehead, and there was a hint of anxiety on his face.
"If I'm not mistaken."
The young man walked up to Kitagawa and stopped. His voice was clear and powerful. "You are Kitagawa, the captain of the Swiss U-17 team, right?"
Beichuan raised his head slightly and looked into the boy's eyes.
There was a faint smile on his face, and that smile seemed to contain endless wisdom and confidence, which was unpredictable.
He didn't say anything, but just looked at the boy quietly, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
"If you don't want to get hurt before the big competition, I advise you to get as many bodyguards as possible."
After the boy said this, he prepared to turn around and leave.
His tone was quite serious, as if he was really worried about Beichuan and the others.
Judging from his behavior, it seems that he came here just to remind Beichuan and the others.
The moment he turned around, Beichuan saw a trace of worry and helplessness flash across his eyes, as if he knew some unknown secret but couldn't say it easily.
Beichuan looked at the boy's back as he left and couldn't help laughing for a moment.
There was a hint of playfulness and confidence in his laughter, as if he already knew what the boy was saying, or perhaps he simply didn't take these potential threats seriously.
He looked into the distance. The sky in London was still gloomy, as if foreshadowing the coming of a bigger storm.