HCB Chapter 740: Old Friends Reunite, Rival Becomes Legend, German Tactics
Chapter 740: Old Friends Reunite, Rival Becomes Legend, German Tactics
"Be quiet."
at this time.
Kulalaga Tasta suddenly spoke. His voice was not loud, but it was like a huge rock thrown into the center of a lake, instantly silencing the whispers around him.
He stood at the front of the team, tall, with broad shoulders and a thick back, like a silent mountain.
His face was angular, his nose was high, and his dark brown eyes were as cold as a knife.
He raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at Pete and Henry expressionlessly. There was no blame in his eyes, but there was an unquestionable majesty.
His presence was so strong that it seemed as if the aura of the entire team was stabilized as long as he stood there.
next moment.
The two teams confronted each other.
The air seemed to freeze.
The sun still shines, but it is no longer warm. Instead, it brings a burning sense of oppression.
The wind finally picked up again, picking up a few fallen leaves, making them spin in the air before dropping them quietly to the ground.
The distance between the two teams was only ten meters, but it felt like there was an invisible abyss between them.
The German ranks were as solid as an iron wall, while the Swiss ranks were as deep as still waters.
The eyes of the players from both teams met in the air, sparks flew, but no one spoke.
There was only the sound of heartbeats, roaring in everyone's eardrums.
"I didn't expect we would meet so early."
Jurgen Borisovich Polk finally spoke, his voice low and steady, as if coming from underground.
He took a step forward and extended his hand, his movements slow and solemn, as if he were performing some ritual.
His palms were broad, his knuckles thick, and his palms covered with calluses, which were the marks left by countless days and nights of training.
His eyes looked straight at Beichuan, without any dodging or provocation, only a calm scrutiny.
Beichuan smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, shook hands lightly with the other party, and said something meaningful.
His fingers were long and strong, and the firmness of his handshake was just right, neither showing weakness nor being overbearing.
At that moment, the two people's eyes collided in the air, as if an electric current flashed.
Beichuan's voice was gentle, but it reached Jurgen clearly. "It may seem like a randomly selected exhibition match, but I'm sure the organizers arranged it on purpose. I think you knew about this earlier than we did."
There was a hint of smile in his tone, but it was like a soft knife, quietly piercing the other person's psychological defenses.
"Also, although it's not a bad time to say this, you two brothers really don't look alike at all."
Jurgen grinned, revealing a row of neat white teeth. That smile held a touch of self-mockery and a touch of frankness. "We're all connected by blood, yet our personalities are different. Isn't that the most interesting thing about it?"
After he finished speaking, he gently let go of his hand and took a step back, his eyes still fixed on Beichuan's face, as if confirming some long-lost memory.
After saying that, he led everyone towards the waiting area of the Swiss U-17 team.
The moment Beichuan turned around, the sunlight happened to shine from behind him, stretching his shadow extremely long, almost spanning half of the court.
His steps were steady, each one seemed measured, neither fast nor slow.
The team uniforms fluttered gently in the wind, and the corners of the clothes fluttered like a silent flag.
His figure gradually faded away from everyone's sight, but left a deep mark in everyone's heart.
"Strong strength and astonishing intelligence, just the first encounter gave me a huge pressure."
Jurgen looked at Kitagawa's back and whispered to himself.
His voice was soft, yet it held a rare solemnity.
He raised his hand and gently stroked his bald head, feeling the rough touch at his fingertips.
In his eyes, the fighting spirit burned like a flame. It was a long-lost, almost primitive desire - a desire to fight against the strong, a desire to fight to the death at the top.
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought he was a monster."
He grinned, the curve of his mouth holding a hint of ferocity and admiration. The sunlight shone on his face, casting his shadow on the ground, like a beast ready to pounce.
After looking at Beichuan's back for a while, he led the German U-17 team back to their waiting area.
As the team marched, the sound of leather boots tapping the ground was uniform, like war drums.
The noise in the stands gradually faded, replaced by inner silence and solemnity. Everyone knew that this exhibition match was no ordinary one.
"Kitagawa-kun."
On his way over there, Tezuka Kunimitsu turned back and took another look at Kitagawa.
His eyes were deep, like the calm surface of an ancient well, but there was a subtle fluctuation hidden deep within.
His uniform was buttoned neatly to the top button, and his shoulders were straight, like a spear that never bends.
He clenched his right hand gently, as if recalling some long-lost touch - it was the vibration of the racket colliding when he was practicing with Beichuan, the sound of sweat dripping on the ground, and the whisper of the wind passing by his ears.
There was a strange light flashing in his eyes.
That light was not jealousy, nor anger, but an almost pious expectation.
He remembered that when he first arrived at the German training camp half a year ago, Beichuan's name was just a distant legend.
Now, the legend stood before him, so real that it was breathtaking.
He once practiced alone late at night, his clothes soaked with sweat and his muscles so sore that he couldn't lift his arms, just to catch up with that figure.
He grew, grew rapidly, even beyond Fuji Shusuke's expectations.
But when he saw Beichuan's nonchalant return on the court and his eyes that seemed to see through everything, he understood that some distances cannot be shortened by hard work.
It has been nearly half a year since I came to the German U-17 training camp.
Although I have grown significantly.
Even Kunimitsu Tezuka and Shusuke Fuji did not expect this kind of growth.
Just compared to Beichuan.
His growth is actually incomparable.
Beichuan is like a mountain that is constantly growing. With every step you take, it rises a foot higher. You look up at it, thinking it is within reach, but when you get really close, you realize it has already soared into the sky.
Not long after.
U-17 World Cup exhibition match.
The first match between the German U-17 team and the Swiss U-17 team officially began.
At this time, the broadcasting sounds in the German National Sports Center also started one after another.
The voice, amplified by the loudspeaker, echoed in every corner with a metallic coldness:
"First exhibition match of the U-17 World Cup. Germany U-17 team players Lancelot Roy (junior high school) and Adelaide Stanford (high school) versus Switzerland U-17 team players Kuraraga Tasta (high school) and Tokugawa Kazuya (high school). Both players, please prepare to enter the arena."
Subsequently.
The words fell.
The players on both sides also walked straight towards the court.
Their footsteps echoed crisply on the smooth ground.
The sunlight shines through the dome, lengthening and shortening their shadows, as if the scale of fate is moving silently.
Adelaide Stanford's fingers trembled slightly, not with fear but with excitement.
He knew that this seemingly ordinary doubles match was actually the calm before the storm.
Across the street, the silent mountain of Kulalaga Tasta was approaching step by step.
Wait until four people come to the court.
They began to comment on each other.
Even though the game hasn't officially started yet.
But the eyes of Adelaide Stanford and Lancelot Roy of the German U-17 team were full of vigilance.
Their eyes flickered back and forth between Kulalaga Tasta and Tokugawa Kazuya, trying to catch any flaws in each other's expressions, postures, and breathing rhythms.
The wind blew again, picking up a piece of confetti on the side of the field, and then it fell quietly to the ground.
The sun was still bright, but it couldn't reach the bottomless undercurrent in their eyes as they looked at each other.
Originally, Jurgen Borisovich Polk planned to arrange the strongest lineup for this exhibition match.
But in the end he was stopped by Q.P. and Michael Bismarck.
Because the team they are facing is not an ordinary team.
But from the perspective of overall strength, it is enough to crush ordinary teams.
Even the German U-17 team is probably in a state of 4 or 6 points.
There is no doubt that the German U-17 team occupies four places.
In addition, there is a super strong master-level Beichuan on the opposite side.
A head-on confrontation will only make them suffer in the end.
Ever since.
The German U-17 team made such an arrangement.
Replace the top professional level Kulalaga Tasta with a second-tier player.
Use the first-tier players to block opponents other than Beichuan.
all in all.
Now the two players in the first exhibition match are completely cannon fodder.
What's worse, it can be called a free gift.
Of course, no matter what the other party's intention is.
For Kuraraga Tasta and Tokugawa Kazuya.
Their only goal is to win the game brilliantly.
Their gazes were calm, yet as unfathomable as a cold pond.
The wind blew again, sweeping up the dust on the sidelines, and then quietly fell down.
The sun still shines, illuminating everyone's shadow - the shadows intertwine and stretch on the ground, as if foreshadowing an unavoidable storm that is quietly approaching.