N-M Chapter 124 U17 only needs one handsome guy like me.
Chapter 124 U17 only needs one handsome guy like me.
Kurobe reached out and took the magazine, his fingers quickly flipping through the pages, his eyes gradually becoming focused. Irie Kanata also curiously moved closer to Saito, reading with him.
"Wow, this young master Mochizuki is really handsome."
Kanata Irie tapped on Mochizuki Ryo's photo in the magazine and sighed, "At only fifteen years old, she's already managing international medical collaborations, predicting market trends, and laying out the industrial chain. Every step she takes is frighteningly precise."
He stroked his chin, a look of anticipation on his face.
"I'm getting more and more excited for him to come to the training camp. Someone as perfect as him must have a very complex inner world. I'll definitely study him carefully when he comes; it'll definitely help me improve my acting skills."
"He's truly a business genius."
Saito looked at the report in the journal, nodded slowly, his slender eyes full of admiration, and spoke in a calm tone.
"He excels in business maneuvering, resource integration, and team leadership—every aspect is flawless. At such a young age, he can navigate among seasoned business veterans and ensure that the old foxes in the Internet Association don't gain any advantage but instead suffer a significant loss."
"This is truly a rare sight."
He chuckled softly, his tone carrying a hint of understanding.
"No wonder the Tennis Association is so determined to recruit people. They probably have no other way to cheat, so they're trying to use the training camp as an excuse to get some resources at the last minute."
Kurobe quickly flipped through the entire journal, a look of appreciation on his face.
"This person is extremely adept at anticipation and strategic planning in business, and possesses exceptional logical thinking skills. He would likely be quite good in tennis as well, at least a very capable tactical player."
He took out his tablet and started tapping rapidly on the screen.
"It's necessary to create a detailed database for him."
"Business is business, and sports are sports."
Byodoin stood to the side, listening to their conversation without any change in expression. He spoke coldly, his tone carrying an unquestionable firmness.
"Being a good businessman doesn't mean he'll be a good tennis player. Being successful in the business world doesn't guarantee success on the tennis court."
"This is a place where tennis speaks, not his business negotiation table."
He crossed his arms, his eyes sweeping over the photo of Mochizuki Ryo in the magazine, without the slightest ripple of emotion.
"No matter who he is, once he comes to the training camp, he's just an ordinary member. If he doesn't have the skills, he'll just be wasting his time."
"You want to make it into the first team? No way."
Irie tilted her head, glanced at Byodoin, a slight smile playing on her lips, but said nothing.
He continued flipping through the journal, until he reached the page with Wang Yueling's personal introduction. There were several photos of him wearing a suit to attend business events, standing on a stage with blond hair and blue eyes, exuding a clean and neat demeanor.
Kimishima Ikuto was standing a little further away, but his ears were perked up.
When he heard Kanata Irie say "handsome," he paused for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly.
Handsome?
How handsome are you?
Is he more handsome than him?
Kimishima shoved the racket into Tono's hands and started walking towards Kanata Irie. Tono Atsuko was taken aback by the sudden offer of the racket. He looked down at the two rackets in his hands, then at Kimishima's retreating figure, and muttered, "What's going on?"
Kimishima walked over to Irie Kanata, squeezed past her, and peered into the magazine.
Kanata Irie sensed someone beside her, turned her head to look, and saw it was Kimishima. A sly smile immediately appeared on her lips.
"Kimijima, you're here to see the handsome guy too?"
Kimishima ignored him, reached out and snatched the magazine from his hand. When he saw Mochizuki Ryo's photo, his face instantly darkened.
The boy in the photo is wearing a well-tailored black suit, his blond hair is meticulously styled, his blue eyes are clear and bright, and there is a faint smile on his lips. He is elegant and noble.
He's handsome from every angle, even better looking than the models in magazines.
Kimishima gripped the journal tightly, staring at the photos for a long time, growing angrier with each glance.
Where did this brat come from? He's even better looking than me!
"Tch, he's just so-so. What's so handsome about him?"
He curled his lip, his tone sour and clearly hostile.
"This pretty boy doesn't look like someone who's good at tennis. He's all looks and no skill."
Seeing his expression, Kanata Irie's eyes flashed with amusement. He deliberately moved closer to Kimishima and whispered:
"But I think he's more handsome than you. And he's younger than you, so when he goes out to compete, he'll definitely attract more girls. Then all the female fans will be cheering for him, and no one will be watching you."
"What did you say?!"
Kimishima Ikuto instantly bristled, turning sharply to glare at Irie Kanata.
"One handsome guy like me is enough for U17! Everyone else, get out!"
He slammed the magazine to the ground, pointed at the photos, and said in a vicious tone:
"When he gets here, I'll beat him instantly! I'll utterly thrash him and kick him out of the training camp! I'll show him who's the coolest guy in U17!"
"Oh dear, Kimishima, don't get so worked up."
Kanata Irie suppressed a laugh, picked up the magazine from the ground, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Maybe he's not only handsome, but also good at tennis."
"impossible!"
Kimishima declared resolutely, "I am the most perfect player in the training camp. Who does he think he is! I will show him that tennis is about skill, not looks!"
The other teammates from the first team gradually gathered around. Some were still holding rackets, while others had just finished drinking water and had water droplets still on their lips.
Seeing Kimishima's expression, they couldn't help but laugh. They were already used to Kimishima Ikuto's narcissism; he would react this way whenever someone was more handsome than him.
Duke Watanabe stood at the back of the crowd, his tall figure blocking half the sunlight. He looked down at the photo in the magazine and said in a simple and honest tone, "He's a very spirited kid."
Atsuhiro Tono licked his lips as he looked at the photo, a cruel smile creeping onto his face as he twirled the tennis racket between his fingers.
"If anyone dares to act like a spoiled brat on the court, I'll behead them. Let them know this isn't a place for them."
"That's right."
Fuwa Tetsujin nodded, his face still bearing that serious and resolute expression. "No matter who he is, if he comes, he should fight us fair and square. If he truly has the strength, I acknowledge him."
"If not, he should leave."
Daqu Longci leaned against the fence, playing with his hair, his tone tinged with disdain, "So what if he's a rich young master? I can take on ten of these pampered brats by myself. If they come, I'll make them cry in a minute."
"Byōdōin is right. Tennis is all about skill."
The man from Date clenched his fists, his eyes burning with fervor, his voice brimming with passion, "Burn! Whoever comes, I will fight them with all my might! I'll show them what I'm made of!"
Daqu glanced at him and said, "You'd better keep your skills to yourself, or you'll make a fool of yourself."
"What did you say?" Ida's eyes widened.
"I'm telling you," Da Qu said, looking at him with a hint of provocation, "you almost got your head shaved last time, so don't embarrass yourself in public."
"That was because I wasn't in good form last time!" Ida retorted, unconvinced. "Let's do it again, the outcome is still uncertain!"
The two of them talked back and forth, their voices growing louder and louder.
Duke Watanabe stood beside them, gave a good-natured smile, and reached out to push the two men aside, like pushing aside two fighting chicks.
He also shared his views on recruiting junior high school students.
"No matter who it is, as long as they are strong, I am willing to compete with them. It is a very happy thing to play with good people, and there is no need to deliberately be hostile."
……
Yuezhi stood outside the crowd, not pushing his way in, just watching quietly with a blank expression. Maoli peeked out from behind Yuezhi, glanced at the reactions of the Ichigun members, and then withdrew.
"Alright, alright, stop arguing."
As Shuji Taneshima listened to everyone's conversation, a sly smile crept onto his lips. He exchanged a mischievous glance with Mori, who was standing not far away, then cleared his throat and deliberately raised his voice.
"I don't know about the other junior high students. But this handsome young boy, Mochizuki, is probably just as good as me."
He paused, glanced around, and said slowly.
"Maybe when he enters the training camp, I'll have to give up my No. 2 spot."
Upon hearing this, the entire First Army team, who had been discussing the matter, instantly fell silent. Everyone looked at Shuji Taneshima in disbelief.
Although Taneshima is usually lazy and carefree, he never jokes when it comes to strength.
Byodoin Phoenix's expression also changed slightly. He stared intently at Tanejima Shuji, his eyes sharp.
"Tanegashima, what did you say?"
Saito's eyes were filled with surprise and curiosity. Kurobe put down his tablet and looked intently at Shuji Taneshima.
"I said, he's very strong."
Shuji Taneshima shrugged, his tone casual, "What? You don't believe me?"
"Of course I don't believe it!"
Kanata Irie was the first to speak, her smile fading slightly, her tone serious, "Shuji, you must be joking. He's only fifteen, still a middle school student, how could he possibly be better than you?"
"that is!"
Kimishima Ikuto raised his racket and echoed:
"If he were really that good, how could he have never appeared in a public competition? You must be mistaken."
"If he's really stronger than you, I'll eat this tennis racket!"
Mori received a knowing look from Taneshima, who was about to cause trouble, and after hearing Kimishima's words, an excited expression appeared on his face. He stepped out from behind Echizuki and began to explain vividly.
"It's true."
"He transferred from France to Japan and had been playing amateur matches in France, so there are no publicly available tournament records. He is currently the acting coach of the tennis club at Hyotei Academy."
"You didn't see it. He was wearing a tight-fitting suit that day, and he didn't even take off his tie. He caught ten high-speed balls at the same time, and they all landed in the same spot with an error of no more than one centimeter."
He paused, glanced deliberately at Shuji Taneshima, and then continued.
"Later, Taneshima-senpai was not convinced and insisted on playing a game with him. Guess what happened? Taneshima-senpai didn't score a single point and got completely thrashed."
Shuji Taneshima, who was posing mysteriously, froze instantly upon hearing this, giving Mori a helpless glare.
This silly cat, how did it expose all his secrets!
Mori met his gaze, pursed her lips, and gave him a look that said, "Didn't you ask me to stir things up? Don't blame me."
Kochi silently took another step forward, blocking Mori's path, and looked at Taneshima Shuji with indifferent eyes, as if to say, "If you have a problem, come at me."
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
"impossible!"
Ryuji Oogari spoke first, his tone rough and his face full of disbelief, "Even if you're wearing a suit and playing in an amateur game, it shouldn't be this bad..."
Tono scoffed, "Mouri, at least think before you brag. Taneshima didn't get a single point? Even if they let him win, that's impossible."
Duke Watanabe frowned slightly, his tone gentle: "We all know Taneshima's strength. Even in a single game, he couldn't possibly be shut out. How could a middle school student possibly have that kind of ability!"
"Tanegashima, is what Mori said true?"
Shuji Taneshima looked at Oshichi and the other person, shook his head helplessly, and looked away. He spread his hands and raised an eyebrow at the shocked crowd around him.
"What Mori said is true. Believe it or not. And the most interesting thing about this little kid isn't the technique."
As he spoke, his gaze slowly swept over everyone, a half-smile playing on his lips.
"He seems to know everything about everyone in our training camp: their techniques, playing styles, weaknesses, and even their mental habits."
"We know nothing about him, but he knows everything about us. Don't you think that's interesting?"
He turned his head to look at Byodoin Phoenix, deliberately raising an eyebrow with a teasing tone.
"So, Phoenix, don't underestimate middle school students. When they arrive, don't let them lose their title of 'boss'."
Byodoin stared at Shuji Taneshima for a few seconds, then suddenly burst into laughter. His loud laughter, filled with absolute confidence and domineering aura, echoed across the empty training ground.
"Fun! This is so much fun!"
He stopped laughing, his eyes sharp as an eagle's.
"The training camp has always respected the strong. I want to see if this guy named Wang Yueling has the ability to take my number one spot."
"Our Phoenix of Byodoin holds the No. 1 spot in the first team, and it's never been based on empty fame."
He pulled a tennis ball from his pocket, gripped it tightly, and exuded a kingly aura. "If any junior high student can win even one game against me, I'll relinquish my No. 1 position!"
He crossed his arms, his tone carrying a hint of anticipation for the new fighting force, but mostly a disdain for the junior high school students' fighting ability.
"However, I advise you not to have too high hopes. Junior high school students are just junior high school students. At best, they can just coast along in the second-tier league. If you want to get into the first-tier league, you need to be capable."
"Of course, if there really is someone strong enough, that would be a good thing for the Japanese team as well."
"But I estimate that the probability is even lower than the probability of you, Shuji Taneshima, training seriously."
Taneshima shrugged. "That's not necessarily true."
Kanata Irie listened intently, his eyes growing brighter and his interest increasing. "Wow, this is getting more and more interesting! I can't wait to meet him!"
"He knows so much about all of us? Just how much does he know about me?"
He stroked his chin, lost in thought.
Do you know your acting skills? Do you know your psychological tactics? Do you know your weaknesses?
If I were to fight him, could I learn something new from him? Could I test whether my acting skills have improved?
Kanata Irie was silently making plans in her mind.
The Kanto Tournament for junior high school students is about to begin, and since he doesn't have to travel far, he can go and watch. Maybe he can even get to know him beforehand and assess his abilities.
Kimishima Ikuto snorted, still looking unconvinced.
"No matter how good he is, I will definitely beat him! I can only be the coolest person in U17!"
Atsuhiro Tono licked his lips, his eyes flashing with a warlike light.
"Someone who can get Taneshima to shave his head? Interesting. When he arrives, I'll definitely behead him myself."
Ryuji Oogari also became interested and stopped playing with his hair.
"To earn such high praise from Shuuji, he must be quite capable. I'll see if he can catch all ten of my shots."
Seeing that everyone's fighting spirit had been completely aroused, Taneshima's smile deepened. He gave Mori another look, then glanced at Tokugawa and Oni, who were training not far away, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.
He deliberately raised his voice and exclaimed:
"Hey, anyone who wants to challenge us should come early. Otherwise, all the good opponents will be snatched up by the junior high students."
He paused, then added.
"After all, Mochizuki Ryo isn't the only strong junior high school student. There's also Yukimura Seiichi from Rikkai, Atobe Keigo from Hyotei, and Tezuka Kunimitsu from Seigaku—they're all very formidable. If you don't work harder, you might really be surpassed by the junior high school students."