sbdcsierra Chapter 523: The vengeful young man, Beichuan's conspiracy
Chapter 523: The vengeful young man, Beichuan's conspiracy
Just as Xiu was mumbling to himself, his words kept falling like beads from a broken string.
A smile suddenly appeared on Beichuan's originally calm face.
That smile was like a flower quietly blooming in spring. It first curled up slightly at the corner of her mouth, then gradually spread out, lighting up his eyes.
This smile showed both amusement at the current situation and a hint of confidence.
To be honest, Kitagawa was by no means indifferent to the British U-17's condoning Clark's organization's attack on them.
Recalling the chaotic scene in the tennis stadium and the arrogant looks of Keith and others, Beichuan felt like his heart was filled with a tangled mess and resentment.
Those guys act recklessly on other people's territory. How can any man with blood in his veins remain indifferent to such blatant provocation?
But Kitagawa is not a person who acts on passion alone. Deep down in his heart, he is very clear about the character of the British U-17 team.
Since they dare to do such a thing, they must have full confidence and are definitely not the kind of soft persimmon that will easily back down and give up their set goals.
However, Beichuan had his own thoughts.
Some grudges, if taken simply and crudely, are like randomly dropping a drop of paint into plain boiled water. It may not bring the kind of thorough and refreshing feeling that goes deep into the bones.
But if you can plan cleverly, when the other party thinks they have won, as if they have already grasped the fruits of victory firmly in their hands, and are feeling complacent and arrogant.
It was like a bolt from the blue that dealt them a heavy blow, pulling them down from the clouds and turning their inner world upside down in an instant. That was truly gratifying.
Thinking of this, Beichuan was not annoyed by the trouble caused by Keith and the others.
On the contrary, an irrepressible excitement surged in his heart.
After all, there are still two full days until the U-17 World Cup round-robin match between the Swiss U-17 team and the British U-17 team.
These two days are neither long nor short. It would be too boring to just wait for the competition to come.
It would be better to take advantage of this free time to find something interesting to do, have some fun, and add some different colors to this dull pre-game time.
"Do not make jokes!"
At this moment, Kirihara Akaya's sharp and slightly impatient voice suddenly rang out.
As he spoke, he raised his arms exaggeratedly and waved his hands in the air a few times. The action looked like he was driving away an annoying fly that was buzzing in front of his eyes and could not be driven away.
His face was filled with undisguised indifference. His brows were slightly furrowed, the corners of his mouth curled downwards as he shouted, "That was what happened just now in the tennis stadium. Those Keith and Clark organizations you mentioned are really too low!"
When he mentioned the English word "LOW", he deliberately emphasized the tone, as if this foreign word coming out of his mouth could express his contempt for those people and organizations more clearly.
"Are you Niou?"
Genichirō Sanada had been standing quietly by the side with a serious look on his face.
At this moment, he suddenly looked at Kirihara Akaya seriously, and his eyes seemed to see through Kirihara Akaya's eyes and directly into his heart.
His expression was quite serious, his lips were tightly pursed, the corners of his mouth were slightly turned down, and there were even a few shallow wrinkles on his forehead because he was too focused.
Genichirō Sanada knew that he had put a lot of effort into Kirihara Akaya's studies.
For countless days and nights, he accompanied Kirihara Akaya in studying, patiently explaining the complex knowledge.
But even so, Kirihara Akaya's academic progress was very slow and the results were unsatisfactory.
And now, Kirihara Akaya can actually speak an English word by himself. This sudden change really surprised and delighted Sanada Genichirō, so much so that at this moment he completely forgot the scene they were in and the incident of being attacked by others that they had just experienced.
"Sanada~~~"
When Niou Masaharu heard what Sanada Genichirō said, he first rolled his eyes helplessly, and then sighed deeply. The sound was drawn out, as if he wanted to let out all the grievances accumulated in his heart through this breath.
He sighed and said with a wry smile, "Hey, I'm here."
Recently, Niou Masaharu always felt like he had fallen into a strange vortex.
Whenever there is a little discord in the team or something unexpected happens, everyone's first reaction is to blame him.
It was as if he was the perfect person to take the blame for all kinds of unexpected situations, which really made him feel miserable.
"By the way, isn't it inappropriate to talk about studies at this time?"
Yanagi Renji has been quietly observing everything around him, with his signature smiling expression always on his face.
His eyes were slightly narrowed, like two crescent moons, revealing gentleness and friendliness.
At this moment, he tilted his head slightly and spoke softly.
His voice was not loud, but it seemed to have a special magical power that could instantly quiet down the originally noisy atmosphere around him.
“It’s indeed somewhat inappropriate.”
Peter Lambiel stood aside with his arms folded across his chest. After hearing what Yanagi Renji said, he nodded in agreement.
He pushed the glasses on his nose, and the delicate glasses flashed a faint light under the light.
Then, he said slowly, "But, it is still necessary for the seniors to guide the junior students' studies."
As he spoke, he naturally joined the conversation which had gradually deviated from the original topic.
Xiu, who was standing opposite, was in an awkward situation at the moment.
He was like an outsider who accidentally walked into a strange party, and the heated discussions among the people around him had nothing to do with him.
There was a hint of confusion in his eyes, and his eyes moved from time to time as he looked at the members of the Swiss U-17 team who were chatting animatedly.
He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but eventually swallowed his words back, the embarrassment on his face becoming more intense.
"If I remember correctly."
Beichuan did not show any displeasure at the gradual deviation of the topic of his own team.
He still looked at Xiu opposite him with a smile, and that smile was like the warm sunshine in spring, making people feel particularly kind.
He tilted his head slightly and asked softly, "Your name is Xiu, right?"
His voice was soft and gentle, as if it had a magic that made people involuntarily let down their guard.