dognovel Chapter 842: The future German team
Chapter 842: The future German team
Chapter 842: The future German team
In the spacious and competitive arena, a white-haired old man was standing in the front row of the crowd.
He was slightly hunched over, and the years had carved deep wrinkles on his face, with his white hair shining in the light.
, as dazzling as frost and snow in winter. He slowly raised his head, his eyes revealing a hint of depth and wisdom.
Then he nodded slightly. Although the movement was light, it seemed to contain endless recognition and expectations.
Then, he opened his lips slightly and echoed, "Young people are to be feared. Maybe today we can witness the beginning of a legend."
His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard in the silent arena, as if a stone was thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.
At this moment, the entire stadium seemed to be gently grasped by an invisible big hand, as if it was tightly shrouded in a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.
The atmosphere was like a huge black curtain that slowly descended from the sky above the stadium, enveloping everyone inside.
Everyone seemed to be under a spell of freezing. They stood still in the same place, their bodies as stiff as statues.
Their eyes revealed tension and anticipation, as if they were waiting for an impending storm.
Everyone was waiting attentively for the official start of this fierce showdown that was about to begin.
The stadium was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The silence seemed like an invisible pressure that made it hard for everyone to breathe.
The tense atmosphere seemed to solidify into substance, turning into a thin layer of frost, covering everyone's heart.
Let everyone present clearly feel the energy that is about to explode, and that energy is like a volcano about to erupt.
It is constantly surging underground and may break through the earth's crust and burst out at any time.
Everyone's heartbeat involuntarily quickened, as if it was a group of horses running on a track, the sound of horses' hooves "thumping" in their chests.
Some of the audience clenched their fists, their knuckles turned white from the force, their palms were slightly sweaty, and the sweat slowly slid down the gaps between their fingers and dripped onto the ground.
The others kept swallowing their saliva, making a gurgling sound in their throats, and stared at the field without blinking.
As if they were afraid of missing any wonderful moment. Some were praying quietly, their lips moving slightly, although the sound was weak.
But they are full of piety and expectation, hoping that the team they support can win the first game, stand out in this fierce confrontation, and write their own legend.
In the corner of the stadium, there was a young mother holding a young child in her arms.
The child seemed to feel the tense atmosphere as well, his eyes wide open, looking around curiously.
The mother patted the child gently on the back and whispered in his ear: "Look, baby, this is a very important game. When you grow up, you can be as brave as them."
The child nodded as if he understood, and his little hands tightly grasped the corner of his mother's clothes.
On the other side of the stadium, a group of young people sat together, their faces filled with excitement and excitement.
One of the young men kept waving the flag in his hand and shouted loudly: "Come on! Our team will definitely win!"
The teammates next to him also cheered, and the sound was particularly loud in the silent stadium.
And in the center of the stadium, the area illuminated particularly brightly by lights seemed like a mysterious stage.
A thrilling drama is about to be staged. The contestants on both sides are standing there quietly, with determination and confidence in their eyes.
As if ready for the challenge, their bodies leaned forward slightly, their muscles tensed.
Just like an arrow about to leave the bow, it will rush to the other side of victory just waiting for the order.
"Beep!"
In this noisy stadium, the referee's sharp and loud whistle was like an invisible giant hand, instantly grabbing everyone's nerves.
The whistle seemed to be a signal from another dimension, as it sounded.
''The third match between Germany and Sakura officially kicked off.
Standing in the serving area was Tokugawa Kazuya of the Sakura team, his feet slightly apart and firmly planted on the ground.
Like a pine tree rooted in the earth, his eyes revealed a firmness and determination.
He stared closely at the German team's defense area in front of him and took a deep breath.
That breath seemed to gather all his strength and fighting spirit, and then he quickly raised his arm and threw the ball in his hand high into the air.
The referee's whistle is not simple. It is like a bolt of lightning that cuts through the sky, carrying a terrifying power.
It instantly broke the oppressive and tense silence before the game.
The audience were originally whispering to each other, and the players of the two teams were warming up and discussing tactics on the sidelines.
Everyone's attention was focused on the moment of serve as if attracted by a huge magnet.
The audience fell silent for a moment, as if time had stopped at that moment and everyone held their breath.
Waiting for the game to start. Then, it was like a huge rock was thrown into the calm lake.
There was a burst of cheers and applause that was so enthusiastic and almost crazy in the stadium.
The sound was so deafening that it seemed to blow the roof off the entire stadium. Some people whistled excitedly.
The sharp whistle sounded amidst the cheers, as if playing a unique prelude to the game;
Some people waved the flags in their hands vigorously, and the flags flew up and down in their hands.
It was like colorful clouds floating above the stadium; some people shouted at the top of their lungs: "Come on! Come on!"
The voice was full of passion and expectation, as if it wanted to pass all its strength to the players on the field through this shout.
Next to Tokugawa Kazuya, his teammate Kide Nagashiro was also on high alert.
Tokugawa Kazuya's deep and powerful voice reached his ears: "Mu Shou, the game is about to begin!"
Kimura Nagashiro nodded slightly, his face full of seriousness.
Before this, he had watched two consecutive wonderful performances of the German team players, and those scenes kept replaying in his mind like a movie.
The German team members have superb skills, tacit cooperation and indomitable fighting spirit.
All of this made him realize that the opponent's strength should not be underestimated. He secretly clenched his fists, and a strong fighting spirit surged in his heart.
He told himself that he must give his all in this game and fight for the honor of the Sakura team.
There was a firm gleam in his eyes, as if announcing to his opponents that they would not give up easily.
At this moment, the entire stadium was shrouded in a tense and heated atmosphere.
Everyone is looking forward to what kind of exciting match this game will bring.
The ball thrown high in Tokugawa Kazuya's hand was like a bomb about to explode, which was about to set off a fierce storm on the court.
In that slightly tense yet expectant atmosphere, every tiny detail was like a movie clip.
It replayed over and over again in his mind - Tokugawa Kazuya.
Every batting posture, every movement, and every change in expression of the opponent in past games.
He analyzed them all as carefully as if they were precision instruments.
He knew very well that the opponent's strengths were like sharp blades hidden in the dark, which could deal him a fatal blow if he was not careful;
The opponent's weaknesses are valuable breakthroughs that you can seize in this game.
Therefore, he did not dare to take the upcoming game lightly at all.
Every nerve was tense, like a bow with a full string, ready to shoot a fatal arrow at any time.
After his analysis and thinking in his mind had a preliminary outline, he took a deep breath and his eyes became more determined.
After saying that, without any hesitation, he slammed the racket in his hand, which had accompanied him in countless competitions, hard on the ground.
The racket hit the ground, making crisp and orderly sounds of "bang, bang, bang".
It was like the prelude to a passionate war song. The sound echoed in the silent stadium, and every sound was like a drumbeat, hitting everyone's heartstrings hard.
Every time the racket hits the ground, it is like a heavy hammer, accurately hitting the audience's tense nerves.
The entire stadium fell silent in an instant, as if time had stopped at that moment.
Everyone held their breath involuntarily, their eyes fixed on the racket in Tokugawa Kazuya's hand and the tennis ball bouncing beside him, afraid of missing any subtle changes.
In a corner of the stadium, a few innocent and cute children were startled by the sudden and loud noise, and they subconsciously covered their ears.
Her little face flushed slightly because of fear.
But their curious little eyes couldn't help but peek out from between their fingers.
, which looks both cute and a little funny.
In their eyes, there was fear of the loud sound, but also anticipation for the upcoming game.
On the other side, the experienced old fans were more calm.
They narrowed their eyes slightly, revealing a sense of professionalism and concentration.
They carefully observed Tokugawa Kazuya's every move, from the way he held the racket to the movement of his body's center of gravity, not missing any details.
They tried to predict the course of the game as if they were the strategists of the game.
In their minds, they were constantly analyzing Tokugawa Kazuya's intentions and thinking about the situation that might arise next.
Sometimes he showed a thoughtful expression on his face, and sometimes he nodded slightly, as if he had already made some judgments in his mind.
The entire stadium was filled with a tense and exciting atmosphere amid the crisp sound of rackets hitting each other, and everyone was looking forward to the official start of this exciting game.
In this bustling tennis court, time seems to be infected by the tense and exciting atmosphere and flows slowly.
About four or five seconds passed, and this seemingly short four or five seconds was like a mysterious magical period.
Everything on the court became unusual. The tennis ball that was originally lying quietly on the tennis racket seemed to be given life by a mysterious magician.
It trembled slightly at first, as if stretching its "body.
Then he slowly left the tennis racket and flew slowly into the air.
It drew a graceful arc in the air, and that arc was like a ribbon dancing by a fairy in the sky, light and agile.
At this time, the warm sunlight was like a layer of golden gauze, gently sprinkling on the tennis ball.
The tennis ball sparkled with silver light, which became even more dazzling under the interweaving of sunlight.
It is like a bright meteor across the sky from the depths of the distant universe, carrying with it endless mystery and charm.
The spectators on the sidelines were originally immersed in the anticipation and discussion before the game, when this magical serve moment suddenly appeared.
Like a huge magnet, it instantly attracted their attention.
They all exclaimed "Wow", and the exclamations rose one after another, spreading like waves on the sidelines of the stadium.
Some people were so excited that they couldn't help but stand up, lean forward, and stare at the shining tennis ball in the air, wanting to see this wonderful serve moment more clearly.
However, when he stood up, the people around him became very anxious.
The person next to him quickly reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes, complaining: "Why don't you take care of others!" His tone was anxious and a little dissatisfied. The person who was pulled came to his senses and sat down a little embarrassedly, but his eyes were still closely following the trajectory of the tennis ball.
Then, "Bang!" A loud sound of hitting the ball suddenly rang out, and the sound was like a thunderclap.
The tennis ball exploded in the silent arena, like a cannonball fired from a gun, with great force and speed.
He rushed to the opposite side of the field with an unstoppable momentum. That powerful impact.
Wherever the tennis ball passed, the surrounding air vibrated, as if it was being squeezed hard by an invisible big hand.
The whistling sound caused by the vibration of the air was like a roaring beast, running wildly across the stadium.
The sound of the wind and the sound of the ball hitting the ball intertwined to form an exciting melody that attracted the attention of everyone present.
Everyone's eyes were closely following the fast-moving tennis ball, and their hearts were filled with anticipation for the next game.
In this spacious, bright and packed tennis venue, when the player hits that powerful serve.
The audience once again burst into an overwhelming cry of exclamation.
The exclamation was like a sudden storm, sweeping across the entire venue in an instant.
Some timid girls had their eyes wide open like bells, full of fear, and covered their mouths with their hands in panic.
As if this could hold back the scream that was about to come out. But the boys were completely different.
Their faces were flushed with excitement, like ripe apples.
They waved their arms and shouted at the top of their lungs: "Good shot!"
The sound seemed to penetrate the roof of the stadium; "This serve is too powerful!"
The shouts became louder and louder, echoing in the air.
The atmosphere at the scene, like a lit powder keg, was instantly pushed to a climax.
The originally quiet venue turned into a sea of noise at this moment, with cheers and shouts intertwined and unable to calm down for a long time.
In this lively atmosphere, Ryoma Echizen slightly lifted his iconic hat.