Tennis: Bind Longma at the beginning, double the return

Chapter 864: Treat the other side as a daily routine

The overall atmosphere of the South African team is pretty good.

Just then, another South African player stepped forward.

He immediately complained about the player's remarks like a puppy protecting its master:

"Team leader, you are our leader, how can you say such discouraging words?"

Although the opponent is so powerful that he seems like an invincible myth, it is still daunting.

But they did not give up resistance and surrender easily.

On the contrary, a weak but tenacious flame still burns in their hearts.

Although this flame is as small as a spark, it contains endless courage to fight and firm belief.

“Hahahaha, the leader is just telling the truth.

With or without this game, we have almost no chance of winning against Germany.

Looking at their lineup that is as powerful as a torrent of steel, it is harder for us to defeat them than to ascend to heaven!"

A South African player said with a wry smile.

There was a hint of helplessness in his smile, as if he was a wilted cucumber hit by frost, losing all vitality and energy.

However, at this moment, another South African player suddenly interrupted:

"That's not true. Maybe the other side will send out their weakest team to fight against us?

Then we can send out our strongest team to fight, and then we will have a chance to win, right?"

There was a glimmer of innocence in his eyes, like a child who saw a glimmer of hope in the darkness, full of curiosity and expectation.

Although the South African athletes have excellent physical fitness, each of them is like a strong man.

Running and jumping on the field are full of endless energy and vitality.

However, when it comes to tennis, a sport that requires extremely high comprehensive qualities, they seem to be stuck in a quagmire, struggling and unable to gain the upper hand.

Especially in those critical moments that require temporary strategies and adaptability, the South African players seem to be unable to cope with the situation.

It's like a ship that has lost its compass, lost its direction and at a loss in the vast ocean.

Faced with this situation, they can only accept the reality helplessly, regard the pure joy they get from tennis as a short and beautiful dream, and enjoy every moment of it to the fullest.

Therefore, when the South African team learned that they were in the group with the powerful German team, they were not overly worried about what might happen next.

Their mentality is like the calm surface of a lake, without any ripples, appearing extremely peaceful.

However, in stark contrast to the South African team is the Republic of Summer.

After learning the group results, the entire team was shrouded in a heavy haze and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

It seemed as if the whole world became silent at this moment.

As the team captain, his face was so solemn that it seemed as if water could drip out of it, and his brows were tightly furrowed together, just like a deep "川" character.

He said bitterly: "Damn it, we finally made it to the World Cup, but the first match is against Germany. Did the organizing committee arrange it this way on purpose? It's like they're deliberately tripping us up and pushing us into the fire pit!"

"No matter what, we have to play with all our might. So what if we are the world's number one? I don't think our team will lose!"

A team member suddenly stood up, clenched his fists, with fighting spirit burning in his eyes. His passionate words seemed like a bolt of lightning that cut through the dark night sky.

"How can you admit defeat without having fought?"

Although the voice of the other team member was not loud, it was full of firmness and indomitable spirit, as if declaring their determination to the world.

This voice is like a clear spring, flowing in everyone's heart, making people feel refreshed.

"Yes, we can't give up easily!"

Another team member echoed, his tone revealing a tenacious spirit, just like a small grass growing tenaciously in the cracks of rocks, which can grow upward unswervingly no matter how many difficulties and setbacks it encounters.

At this moment, a team member suddenly lowered his voice and muttered an unexpected idea:

"Find an opportunity to lock them in a room so that none of them can participate in the battle. Then we will win!"

Although his voice was very soft, it was like a flash of lightning that cut through the dark night sky, brightening people's eyes.

However, the idea sounds a little sneaky, like a little mouse sneaking around with something bad in mind.

The other team members looked at each other, and some of them showed hesitation, as if they were doubtful about the feasibility of this method.

These are the members of Xia Zhiguan Republic, who are discussing the so-called "solution" one after another.

Head-on confrontation has never been their style.

In terms of overall quality, they are like athletes standing at a different starting line from others. Compared with some strong teams, they are really far behind.

However, they are on par with the Korean team. Both teams are equally strong and it is hard to say who will win or lose.

However, Lin Nan was well aware of these little tricks of the players from Xia Zhiguan Republic.

His mind was as clear as a mirror, and he could see their every move clearly.

Therefore, he had prepared for the worst and taken a series of strict preventive measures in advance.

It was as if an iron wall had been built, indestructible.

In the original book, the German team also advanced to the knockout stage with a glorious record of all victories and high spirits.

Therefore, regardless of whether Lin Nan intervenes or not, the country of tanks - the German team, will most likely not be affected in the slightest.

After all, the world's top division where the German team is located has some of the best security capabilities in the world.

It is like an impregnable fortress, daunting and difficult to break through.

When the exhibition match came to an end, Lin Nan, like a general who was able to plan and win battles thousands of miles away, commanded everyone in the team in an orderly manner and quickly returned to the hotel.

Because next, there is a crucial meeting waiting for them.

The core task of this meeting is to select the teams that will compete in the group stage from among the many teams!

Lin Nan already had a plan in mind for this matter.

His plan was like a sophisticated machine, with every link closely connected and flawless.

"Lian Er, Qian, please release the list I compiled!"

Lin Nan's steady and powerful voice suddenly rang out in the conference room, like a huge bell, making everyone's ears tremble slightly.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the conference room was extremely solemn. All the contestants had arrived on time. They were either sitting or standing, and their eyes were all focused on Lin Nan.

Lin Nan's eyes were firm and sharp. After he glanced at everyone, he paused for a moment, then resolutely signaled everyone to look at the big screen.

“Let’s look at the team against South Africa first.”

Lin Nan's voice sounded again, slowly but with a majesty that could not be ignored.

Before he finished speaking, the big screen suddenly popped up the name list of the first team as if waved by an invisible hand.

Team Leader: Lin Nan (Senior 1)

Team members: Kirihara Akaya (second year of middle school), Yanagi Renji (third year of middle school), Fuji Shusuke (third year of middle school), A. Frankenstein (third year of middle school), Yamato Yudai (first year of high school), Kiritani (third year of high school)

As soon as the list came out, the conference room fell silent, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the big screen, as if they wanted to engrave these words into their minds.

However, at this moment, a question suddenly sounded among the crowd:

"Is the manager going to play in the South Africa match?"

This question is like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing a thousand waves.

Everyone seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and began to whisper to each other, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

In their original imagination, Lin Nan was a top figure as dazzling as the brightest star in the night sky.

It is not expected that they will appear in such a relatively "small scene" as the group stage.

After all, the opponents in their eyes were just insignificant minions who could not be compared with a peerless master like Lin Nan.

However, unexpectedly, Lin Nan made a decision that shocked everyone.

——He actually chose to play in the first match against South Africa himself!

You know, the South African team is only ranked 15th in the world, although it has not fallen out of the top 20.

But in their opinion, its strength is too ordinary and not worth Lin Nan's personal effort.

At this moment, even Bismarck, who was usually calm, couldn't help but look suspicious.

His thick eyebrows were tightly twisted into a knot, like a small hill.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally asked:

"Leader, are you sure you want to arrange it this way?

Is the South African team really worth all your trouble?

Isn't this a bit like using an anti-aircraft gun to kill a mosquito? It's really an overreaction, isn't it? "

"That's not the case. I don't want to play at all!"

Lin Nan looked reluctant.

"Look at these three teams. Their levels are not that good. What's the point of me playing?"

As he spoke, he shrugged helplessly, looking just like a child who was forced by his parents to do something he didn't like.

After hearing what Lin Nan said, everyone was stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Everyone looked at each other, and an indescribable expression appeared on their faces, as if something was choking their throats, and they could only let out a meaningful sigh, "Uh..."

"In fact, when I was arranging the match list, I raised questions about this arrangement."

Yanagi Renji interrupted and said,

"But there's nothing we can do about it. The organizing committee just wants to use the team leader's fame to boost the popularity of the competition."

He also imitated Lin Nan and shrugged helplessly. The action looked like a lazy kitten stretching its body.

Lin Nan obviously didn't want to continue dwelling on this topic. After all, this kind of thing was too common on the big stage of competitive sports.

The shadow of business is everywhere, just like air. Although it is invisible and intangible, it surrounds people all the time.

The prerequisite for commercial support must be sufficient popularity and a wide audience.

This is just like building a high-rise building requires a solid foundation. Without sufficient popularity and audience support, any business activity will be difficult to sustain.

Even a figure like him, who has stood at the pinnacle of tennis and looks down on the world like a king, cannot completely escape the constraints of this rule.

Sometimes, he had to compromise on some things like a pedestrian bowing his head under the eaves.

However, deep in Lin Nan's heart, he has his own bottom line and principles.

For him, as long as the money is in place, a certain degree of compromise is not completely unacceptable.

After all, in this real world, money can often solve many problems.

"Okay, the Tennis Association asked for this. Give them some face and I'll lead the team to compete."

Lin Nan's voice was calm and firm, like the calm surface of a lake, without the slightest ripple, yet it revealed a power that could not be questioned.

His words were concise and clear, without too much explanation, but made it clear that his decision had been made and would not be easily changed.

As a loyal executor, Qian Zhenzhi quickly understood what Lin Nan meant.

Without hesitation, he played the next list on the big screen, which was the team list of the team.

Team leader: Borg (senior year)

Team member: Bismarck (senior year)

Dankmar Schneider (senior)

Jurgen Borisovich Berti (third grade)

Marui Bunta (9th grade)

Jackal Sangyuan (Grade 9)

Echizen Ryoma (First day of the new year)

"Sigh~"

When Bismarck and others saw this list, it was as if a sudden cold wind blew into their throats, making them gasp involuntarily.

Their faces were filled with shock, as if they had seen a ghost.

Bismarck's eyes were wide open, and his eyeballs seemed about to pop out of their sockets.

He stammered to the leader:

"Hey, team leader, is a team ranked 25th really worth our efforts and serious treatment?

This is just like using a dragon-slaying sword to kill a chicken. Isn't it a bit too exaggerated?"

Not only Bismarck, but also Marui Bunta and others showed the same confused expression.

Their brows were tightly twisted into small knots, as if it was a mystery in their hearts that they could not solve.

In fact, it cannot be blamed on them for having too high vision and being arrogant. It is because since they joined the Tank National Team, what they have come into contact with and seen every day are existences as powerful as monsters.

The terrifying strength displayed by those masters in training and competition is like a towering, daunting mountain.

It is deeply engraved in their hearts.

These mountains not only represent heights that are difficult for them to reach, but also symbolize the tremendous pressure and powerlessness they feel when facing these masters.