sbdcsierra Chapter 500: Medanore and Reinhard’s greetings, Nanjiro’s doubts, Master level?
Chapter 500: Medanore and Reinhard’s greetings, Nanjiro’s doubts, Master level?
"Ugh~"
“Nanchuan!!!”
In this chaotic atmosphere, a figure suddenly popped out from the team like a cannonball.
In the blink of an eye, he ran to Beichuan like lightning.
There is no doubt that this is the energetic Kintaro Toyama.
His face was full of excitement, his eyes narrowed into slits due to smiling, and his smile was as bright as the sun.
He suddenly threw himself on Beichuan, hugged Beichuan tightly with both hands, and kept muttering: "Nanchuan, I finally see you!"
"It's really getting more and more chaotic..."
Antonio da Medanore stood aside and watched all this quietly.
He frowned slightly, glanced at the Free Country U-17 team, and then spoke softly with an expressionless face.
"But now that we've said hello and everyone's had enough to eat and drink, let's get out of here."
His voice was steady and calm, with an unquestionable majesty.
Hearing this, Mars de Colón tilted his head slightly, a teasing smile on his face. He said to Antonio da Medanore, "Captain, why don't you say hello to him? Maybe we'll meet on the court next time."
There was a hint of curiosity in his eyes, as if he was expecting the captain's response.
"I've already said hello."
Antonio da Medanore glanced at Mars and replied solemnly.
His eyes were firm and deep, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
There is no doubt that just now in the chaos, the brief eye contact between him and Beichuan, the moment their eyes met, was already a different way of greeting.
After hearing this, Mars de Colón didn't say anything more.
He shrugged slightly, a helpless smile on his face.
"Well then, Captain Kitagawa, we'll take our leave now."
Frio Roman spoke to Kitagawa quite quickly, then turned around and followed Antonio da Medanore and the others towards the restaurant door.
Their steps were neat and powerful, and each step was firm and steady, showing good team cooperation.
As for Echizen Ryoma, he rubbed his temples while following the team, with a hint of fatigue on his face, as if the previous ordeal had exhausted all his energy.
As the Spanish U-17 team met the Liberty State U-17 team, both sides seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding and no one said a word.
The entire restaurant seemed to fall into a brief silence, which formed a sharp contrast with the previous noise and made people feel a little depressed.
Only the faint sound of people's breathing echoed in this quiet space.
The only thing that broke the silence was Ryoma Echizen whispering something as he and Ryoma Echizen passed by each other.
It was just that the voice was too weak and was drowned out by the surrounding noise, so it did not receive a response.
A moment later, the Spanish U-17 national team pushed open the door of the restaurant and left. The doorbell of the restaurant rang "ding dong" and then gradually disappeared into the air.
The restaurant, which was originally bustling with activity, became a little deserted after they left.
There seemed to be a hint of tension and awkwardness in the air, which made people reminisce.
At this moment, "You must be Kitagawa, the captain of the Swiss U-17 team."
Ralph Reinhardt, captain of the Free State U-17 team, walked towards Kitagawa with a polite smile on his face.
His smile was gentle and appropriate, but if you looked closely, you could see an imperceptible sharpness in his eyes, a scrutiny of his opponent.
As he spoke, he extended his right hand and said, "I've heard so much about you."
Although it was a polite greeting, if you looked closely at the other person, you could detect a strong fighting spirit in his eyes.
His eyes were fixed on Beichuan, as if declaring his determination to him. The burning fighting spirit in his eyes seemed to see through Beichuan.
"Ralph Reinhardt, captain of the Free State U-17 national team?"
Beichuan had a harmless smile on his face and also extended his hand to shake hands with him.
"I wonder when Captain Reinhardt will be able to surpass the professional level?"
His voice was soft, yet seemed to carry a hint of deep meaning. Those seemingly simple words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up a thousand waves in everyone's hearts.
It can be said that just this one sentence almost choked Echizen Nanjiro, who was hiding behind the team.
His eyes widened, his face filled with shock and confusion.
How could he not hear the hidden meaning in Beichuan's words?
[Is this little brat really about to reach the master level? ]
Is he really a first-grade junior high school kid?
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Echizen Nanjiro couldn't stop complaining in his heart, these questions kept circling in his mind.
But he refused to come out from behind the team. There was no other way. He was really scared of Beichuan and thought to himself that he must not be tricked by this kid again.
In response to this, both Ryoma Echizen and Ralph Reinhardt couldn't help but twitch their mouths at this moment.
They all understood the profound meaning in Beichuan's words and were secretly amazed.
Echizen Ryoma lowered his head slightly, with a barely perceptible wry smile on his lips, as if he was lamenting Kitagawa's rapid growth.
Ralph Reinhardt frowned slightly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He didn't expect that Beichuan, who was so young, would speak with such weight.
But even so, Ralph Reinhardt nodded politely to Kitagawa.
He lowered his head slightly, but the smile on his face remained polite, which was a kind of respect between strong people.
Seeing the other party like this, Beichuan couldn't help but laugh.
He turned slightly and communicated with his teammates, as if everything that had just happened was just a small episode.
As for why they appeared here, basically anyone with a brain could figure it out.
After all, this is a place frequented by people related to the U-17 competition. It is normal for everyone to familiarize themselves with the environment and understand the opponents in advance for the upcoming competition.
Seeing this, Ralph Reinhardt turned around and left with the Free Country U-17 team, finding a table to sit down.
Their movements were neat and orderly, and everyone was like a well-trained soldier, demonstrating good team discipline.
After all, we came here mainly to watch the game, and there was no need to have a conflict with the Swiss U-17 team.
But after all, it was lunch time at noon, and the restaurant was bustling with people.
Another group of people came in one after another.
After taking a look at the Swiss U-17 team, the group found a seat in the restaurant and sat down.