HCB Chapter 596 Argentina U-17, a young master professional player
Chapter 596 Argentina U-17, a young master professional player
at this time.
A young man with a white face walked briskly towards Beichuan.
He had a very bright smile on his face, and that smile seemed to be able to dispel all the haze around him, giving people a feeling of being bathed in spring breeze.
The corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a row of neatly-placed white teeth, and he greeted enthusiastically, "Captain Beichuan."
His voice is clear and penetrating, and can be heard clearly in a noisy environment.
He then bowed slightly and continued politely, "Nice to meet you. I'm Dennis Maxwell from the Argentina U-17 team."
As soon as he finished speaking, Beichuan, who was originally concentrating on observing the situation on the field, was stunned as if he was hit by an invisible force.
His eyes widened slightly, revealing a hint of imperceptible surprise, and countless question marks seemed to flash in his eyes.
He thought to himself that he had never expected to meet Dennis Maxwell, the captain of the Argentina U-17 team, so unexpectedly in such a tournament.
What made it even more difficult for him was that he knew nothing about the opponent in front of him.
Actually, if you think about it carefully, this is understandable.
The Argentine U-17 national team is notoriously strict and tight-lipped about keeping the team's strength secret.
Even though they finished sixth in the U-17 World Cup.
From the outside, it still looks like a fog, full of mystery, making it difficult to see its true strength.
Beichuan quickly adjusted his state and put on a polite smile. The smile was just right, neither appearing too enthusiastic nor losing the proper demeanor.
He opened his mouth slightly and responded in a steady voice.
"It's a coincidence indeed."
"Could it be that the Argentina U-17 team is also here for training? Or is that guy on the field also a player from your Argentina U-17 team?"
As Beichuan spoke, he pointed to a player who was sweating on the court not far away, his eyes revealing curiosity and exploration.
After Kitagawa finished speaking, Dennis Maxwell was slightly startled, and a hint of imperceptible surprise flashed across his face. It seemed that he did not expect Kitagawa to pay so keen attention to the person on the court.
However, he quickly regained his composure, his signature smile reappearing on his face, and he began to introduce himself with a chuckle.
"Captain Beichuan really guessed it right."
"However, that person on the field is not a member of our Argentina U-17 national team. To be more precise, he should be the head coach of our Argentina U-17 training camp."
As Dennis spoke, his eyes were always fixed on the man on the court, his eyes full of respect and pride.
As Dennis was speaking, the teenager on the court seemed to have noticed the conversation.
He stopped what he was doing, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel, and walked towards this side with steady and powerful steps.
Every step he took was firm and confident, as if the ground beneath his feet was cheering for his arrival.
Dennis Maxwell saw this and immediately spoke enthusiastically.
"Allow me to introduce you to Captain Beichuan."
"This is Lu Jingwu, the youngest head coach at our Argentina U-17 national team training camp. Even though he's only in his twenties, he's incredibly capable."
"At the same time, he is also an ATP-ranked professional player."
"If I remember correctly, it should be ranked 18th at the moment."
When Dennis introduced Lu Jingwu, his tone was full of admiration and praise, as if he was introducing an omnipotent hero.
After hearing this, a hint of surprise involuntarily flashed in Beichuan's eyes. That surprise was like a meteor that suddenly streaked across the night sky, fleeting but extremely dazzling.
As a player who pays great attention to the field of tennis, Kitagawa naturally knows what the ATP ranking of No. 18 means. That means standing at the top of the world tennis.
He instantly developed a strong interest in Lu Jingwu, and this interest was like a seed that quickly took root and sprouted in his heart.
And since the opponent is also participating in this year's Sydney Cup Professional Challenge, they are bound to meet on the court next time.
Beichuan thought to himself that he didn't believe that a professional player who was at the top professional level and had a hidden card would leave the game halfway.
At this moment, Lu Jingwu had already walked over here.
A gentle smile slowly appeared on his calm and ordinary face, as if blown by a warm spring breeze.
This smile is like the warm sunshine in spring, making people feel extremely comfortable.
He generously extended his right hand and said in a friendly voice, "Lu Jingwu, head coach of the Argentina U-17 team training camp."
"Captain Beichuan is really young and promising."
When Lu Jingwu said this, his eyes were always fixed on Beichuan, with admiration and a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
Looking at Lu Jingwu, who looked like an ordinary passerby, Beichuan smiled and nodded, with a hint of humility in his smile.
He then extended his hand for a ceremonial handshake.
At the moment of shaking hands, Beichuan could feel the power coming from Lu Jingwu's palm, a power full of confidence and control.
Lu Jingwu seemed to be full of curiosity about Beichuan. While shaking hands, he looked Beichuan up and down as if he were looking at a rare treasure, with obvious curiosity on his face, and said.
"I've heard of Captain Kitagawa from various newspapers and magazines before. I never expected to see him in person at the Sydney Cup Professional Challenge."
After all, the momentum of this first-year junior high school boy has actually touched the threshold of the master level, which is absolutely extremely rare in the world of tennis.
You know, in the vast starry sky of world tennis, master-level players are like the brightest stars in the night sky, and their number is pitifully small, not to mention those who can reach this level in junior high school.
Although Lu Jingwu is a master in his own right, after all, if one does not have unique abilities or strength far beyond that of ordinary professional players, it is impossible for him to enter the top 50 of the ATP list.
However, after looking at it for a long time, Lu Jingwu did not find any difference in Beichuan.
In his eyes, the boy in front of him seemed to be an ordinary first-year junior high school student, nothing special about him, just like a drop of water in the ocean, ordinary.
Beichuan looked at the other person deeply, his eyes seemed to see through everything, and said meaningfully.