HCB Chapter 716: Villain? Hero? Beichuan vs. Reinhardt
Chapter 716: Villain? Hero? Beichuan vs. Reinhardt
In the Swiss U-17 team's lounge area.
Beichuan slowly stood up.
He stretched out his body, his lazy posture as if he was relaxing in his own living room.
"Finally it's my turn to play."
Kitagawa's voice was light and cheerful, with a hint of anticipation, as if a delightful adventure was about to begin.
His smile was like the warm sunshine in spring, warm but not dazzling, making people around him relax a little involuntarily.
His eyes revealed a kind of confidence that did not come from arrogance, but from a deep understanding of his own strength and the calmness accumulated through countless training sessions.
"Captain Beichuan is really willful."
Alexander Amadeus said softly, his voice mixed with a hint of helplessness and admiration.
For Kitagawa, every game seems to be a chance to show himself and enjoy the game, rather than a life-or-death contest.
“Is this willful?”
Kulalaja Tasta had just returned from outside and frowned when he heard this.
"This is Captain Beichuan's revenge!"
There was obvious sarcasm in Tasta's words, and it was obvious that he did not fully agree with Beichuan's attitude.
However, these words were like a fuse, instantly igniting the delicate atmosphere on the scene.
"Tasta."
Alexander Amadeus looked at him helplessly.
"Can you please not be so petty? I just said one thing, is it necessary to be so mean to me?"
Although Alexander's tone was gentle, the fatigue revealed in it could not be concealed.
While the two were arguing with each other, Beichuan had already picked up the racket and walked towards the court with a smile on his face.
He ignored the argument behind him and walked briskly and firmly, as if the whole world was making way for him.
As he left, the air around him seemed to become fresher, making people think of a bird flying freely in the blue sky.
On the other side, in the preparation area of the Free State U-17 team, the atmosphere was even more solemn.
Ralph Reinhardt took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm himself.
"Ryoma," he whispered, "sometimes victory isn't guaranteed just by being strong."
"Every time a superhero faces a villain, the villain is stronger than them."
"But in the end, the superheroes won."
His eyes narrowed slightly, revealing an unshakable belief.
Echizen Nanjiro listened from the side, a faint smile on his lips.
"Reinhardt, you seem quite confident in yourself," he said, "but that little brat Beichuan is not someone you can easily deal with."
"Besides, I really hope that you can take another step forward when you face off against your opponent."
His voice is deep and magnetic, giving people a sense of reliability.
Hearing this, Ralph Reinhardt couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then he smiled bitterly and sighed.
"It's not like you can upgrade to a superhero easily."
"Besides, I'm not that superhero."
After saying that, he picked up his racket and walked solemnly towards the court.
Each step seems particularly heavy, yet contains endless determination.
Looking at Reinhard's back, Echizen Nanjiro smiled and thought to himself: This young man is indeed becoming more and more interesting.
Just now.
Echizen Ryoma stepped forward and asked seriously, "Dad, what do you think Captain Reinhardt's chances of winning?"
His eyes were full of doubt and worry, but also mixed with a hint of respect and trust for his father's opinion.
Just at this time.
The electronic screens on the sidelines continuously scrolled information about the upcoming games, and the audience seats were already filled with noise, with cheers and shouts intertwined into a surging wave.
"The 5th singles match of the U-17 World Cup Tournament between the Swiss U-17 team and the Free State U-17 team."
The referee's voice was carried throughout the stadium through the loudspeaker, and every word struck people's hearts like a war drum.
As this announcement was made, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense, as if everyone was holding their breath at the same time, waiting for the moment that was about to happen next.
"Both players, please prepare to enter the arena."
The moment the announcement sounded, the originally noisy audience seats suddenly quieted down a bit.
Immediately afterwards, the basic information of the players in this game was displayed on the screen in Citi Field.
[Liberty State U-17 team singles player: Ralf Reinhardt (high school junior).]
[Swiss U-17 team singles player: Kitagawa (junior high school first grade).]
As soon as the name appeared on the screen, it caused whispers and exclamations from the audience.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely loud cheer erupted in Citi Field.
"Hero Wang Beichuan!"
"Invincible, sweeping away all heroes!"
And this was the first voice uttered by the HERO Tennis Club led by Brand.
They sat in an exclusive area near the venue, wearing uniform cheering uniforms and waving flags with Kitagawa's portrait printed on them.
Brand stood at the front, his eyes burning with passion, his voice hoarse but powerful, as if he wanted to shout out all his pride and conviction.
The rest of the club members followed closely behind, their shouts exploding like thunder, echoing throughout the entire stadium.
Behind them, more spectators gradually joined in the massive cheering.
At this moment, they all held cheering flags in their hands, their expressions full of pride and honor.
Some people were so excited that their eyes were slightly red, and some clenched their fists tightly, as if they were fighting with Beichuan on the court.
After walking a few steps, Beichuan couldn't help but stop and look in the direction of the sound.
He is thin but not weak, and the Swiss U-17 national team jersey outlines his slightly immature but extremely resolute figure.
His eyes were as clear as water, yet they concealed an unfathomable sharpness.
As he looked at the audience, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a gentle smile.
The next moment, the voices of the female audience rose and fell like waves.
"Come on Kitagawa-kun!"
"Hero King, please win victory for us!"
"We'll support you forever!"
Every one of Beichuan's fans was extremely excited.
They wore various kinds of support T-shirts, and some even held homemade signs with slogans such as "I will only be a fan of one person in my life" and "The King is Unparalleled" written on them.
Back then, they could only watch Beichuan's games on TV and feel the distant passion through the screen.
And now is undoubtedly their first rare opportunity to witness Kitagawa step onto the world tennis stage.
"Hero Wang Beichuan!"
"Invincible, sweeping away all heroes!"
"..."
The mighty waves shocked everyone.
Even the experienced commentators were overwhelmed by this momentum, and they all exclaimed, "This is simply not the popularity that a junior high school student should have!"
Beichuan took a deep breath and then took another step forward.
His steps were steady, each one in rhythm with the ground, as if even his heartbeat was one with the court.
Although this was the first time they faced the U-17 World Cup team from the Free State, his calmness and composure made people wonder whether he had already experienced countless major competitions.
Because Ryoma Echizen did not participate, the match lacked the sense of a fateful confrontation and was a little imperfect.
However, even so, he was able to experience Ralph Reinhardt in the original work who could infinitely modify his own weaknesses.
Not long after.
Kitagawa and Ralph Reinhart also arrived on the court one after another.
The two walked towards their respective positions from different directions, and the sunlight fell on them, stretching their shadows very long.
Ralph has an upright figure, his blond hair flows like a waterfall, and his blue eyes are full of determination and confidence.
Beichuan, on the other hand, appeared even calmer, with his short black hair fluttering in the wind and a faint smile on his face.
The moment the two of them looked at each other for the first time, an invisible airflow collided in the air, as if thunder exploded in each other's eyes.
One side was like a demon descending to earth, cold and murderous, surrounded by an oppressive feeling like black fog;
One side looked like an angel descending, sacred and solemn, with wings of light faintly emerging from behind.
Faintly, two supreme shadows seemed to gradually emerge above both sides of the court.
On the left side, the heroes are bowing their heads, as if all the heroes have gathered together to bow their heads in submission to the king;
On the right is the angel Michael holding a holy sword, shining in all directions, dispelling all darkness.