Sampras was surprised by Shiraishi's sudden invitation to fight.

Such a young, outrageously high-level Asian player, Sampras's mind quickly flashed a name. Kuranosuke Shiraishi, it's just that he can't be wrong! The player who shined in the warm-up match of the World Cup was reported on him in the tennis newspapers a few days ago. What 'supernova of tennis', 'another samurai', 'one of the absolute masters of tennis in the future'

It's a long story, full of beautiful words, and Sampras can't even notice it.

"But why is he here, it looks like it's a match day, right? Didn't the Japanese team play? 'It's only around five o'clock, and the normal game is not over yet, so it's not surprising that Sampras has such doubts.

Seeing Sampras stunned, the blonde woman frowned and said, "Mr. Sampras, as a professional player, are you even a little small!" Child! Child! Didn't you say yes? The child's tone was stiff, revealing a bit of disgust.

Sampras reacted, but with a serious face, he said coldly to the blonde, "Mrs. Smith! What I am going to do is none of my business with you, and besides, this gentleman is not a child, he is a member of the Japanese team at the World Cup! ”

"You, you!" Mrs. Smith looked at Sampras's transformation, and she couldn't react a little, she sneered: "Team Japan? Do people in that country know what tennis is? Are there any top tennis players in the world? ”

"Mrs. Smith, to say such things is to lose your noble status!" Sampras sarcastically said that he didn't want to talk to the crazy woman in front of him for a minute, and his voice became serious: "Remember, Japan once had a legendary figure who changed the world tennis world, Minamijiro Echizen!" Please don't let others see your ignorance! ”

Unusually, especially when the name Echizen Minamijiro was mentioned, Sampras had mixed emotions on his face. The legendary samurai is the most shining person in the history of tennis, but this name is also a shame for European and American tennis at that time.

Mrs. Smith was palpitated by him, and stepped back, with something brewing in her mouth, but she didn't say it after all.

"Moreover, this legend will be continued!" Sampras ignored her and turned to Baishi, stretched out his right hand and said, "Reyes. Sampras. Nice to meet you! ”

Shiraishi smiled and handed over his right hand: "Shiraishi Kuranosuke, again, nice to meet you!" ”

Although he felt that the conversation between the man and the woman in front of him was a little strange, he was still happy that the man did not discredit the history of Japanese tennis. However, after he withdrew his hand, he pointed to the court behind him and said with a smile: "What, do you want to have a game?" As for the woman next to him, he automatically ignored it. And Mrs. Smith did not stop when she saw the attitude of the two, but walked away with graceful steps.

"Are you serious?" Sampras looked at him suspiciously.

"Hmm" Shiraishi thought for a while, dispelled the thoughts in his heart, and said with a smile: "It can be regarded as a friendly match!" ”

"Friendlies?" Sampras looked at Shiraishi's sincere smile and was silent. In fact, he also wanted to see how good the guy who could draw with Polk was. Polk, of course, knew that the two might have to meet at the Australian Open in a month's time, and that was a tough man.

He furrowed his brows and responded, "In that case, it doesn't hurt to fight!" ”

"Oh? Mr. Sampras, are you going to play against people? At this time, a middle-aged man's voice came. The two turned their heads to look, and Shiraishi saw a middle-aged man who was rich but full of energy, and walked forward with a smile. Dressed in clothes of unknown brand, but worth at least tens of thousands of dollars.

Rich! Shiraishi thought in his heart, and he was not an ordinary rich man. Looking at temperament, this person is not like the kind of nouveau riche, but more like a person with status in high society. Looking at his appearance, he should be a rich man like a businessman.

"Mr. Smith, why are you here?" Sampras hurriedly stepped forward. This man is his employer, and although Mrs. Smith is his wife, the two are fundamentally different, and besides, the former is in that position, and he does not dare to slack off.

Smith smiled lightly: "Look at you here, I'm curious to come and take a look." That's right! Who is this? ”

"Aha! I forgot to introduce you, this is Mr. Kuranosuke Shiraishi! Members of the Japanese team at the World Cup! Sampras replied. But Smith was even more puzzled, the young man in front of him was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and a tennis player, how could he be called "Mr. Sampras".

"Kuranosuke Shiraishi?" The name Smith was somewhat familiar.

"That's right, it's Shiraishi who drew with the German team Polk a few days ago!" Sampras replied with a smile.

Smith's eyes lit up, and his emotions suddenly soared, and he stretched out his hand to Baishi with some excitement. "It turned out to be the genius Shiraishi! It's rude! Contemptible Yourt. Smith. ”

Shiraishi hurriedly took a hand, others were so enthusiastic, he couldn't hold his identity. He shook his head and smiled: "It's a little famous, not enough to worry about!" ”

After a polite handshake, Smith suddenly reacted, and he wondered: "Are you the one who wants to play Sampras?" ”

Shiraishi nodded.

"Oh my God! This is a must-see! Speaking of tennis, Smith seemed to be a different person and said excitedly.

But Sampras on the side seemed to sense something, and his face changed. Seeing this scene, Shiraishi saw it in his eyes, and he suddenly felt that the rich man in front of him, who was particularly enthusiastic about tennis games, seemed to have other purposes.

He thought for a moment, looked around, and said, "I don't think it seems like you can use your full strength here, or else, Mr. Sampras!" How about we only use the power of the quasi-world? ”

"Huh?" Sampras came back to his senses, and what Shiraishi said was exactly what he had in mind. He didn't want to fight with all his might either. A friendly is not worth it. Moreover, if you lose to Shiraishi despite all your might, others will lose a lot of money.

He nodded, "That's it!" After thinking about it, he said, "It's better to call Mr. Davis too, he has a lot of experience and can be a referee." ”

"That's fine, I'll call him over!" Smith's face changed imperceptibly, and he got up to leave. Shiraishi looked at his back, thoughtful. Sampras also turned sideways, frowning at some point.

Moments later, Smith returned, accompanied by a man in his thirties. Handsome-looking, with clear-textured, slightly hot bangs bulging upwards on one side, wearing glasses, revealing an elegant and erudite temperament. It was Mr. Davis in Sampras's mouth.

Davis smiled and shook hands with Shiraishi, and after the two sides introduced their identities, he walked to the referee's chair. Shiraishi and Sampras glanced at each other, picked up their rackets and walked to the middle of the court.

"The friendly match between Baishi Sampras begins, Shiraishi serves, and the winner is determined in one set!"

Standing in the tee area, Shiraishi slapped his tennis ball and pondered. His original purpose was to duel Sampras and vent his depression. But now something seems to be wrong, and some unrelated people are involved.

Smith and Sampras's relationship is not simple. Moreover, when he first came, he saw that Sampras was a referee for Smith and Davis, a professional player to be a referee, unless several people had a very good relationship, but obviously not, the woman who Sampras called 'Mrs. Smith' before should be Smith's wife.

Sampras said that to Mrs. Smith, and the two were certainly not close.

"Then there's only one possibility! That's right, and that's the only way Sampras was wrong when he saw Smith's enthusiasm for me! However, in this case, this game will be difficult! ”

These thoughts flashed through the Shiraishi alarm clock, and he looked up and tossed the tennis ball. The arm struck vertically downward, and with a bang, the tennis ball flew and swept towards the opposite side.

Seeing this ball, Sampras's face was calm, but he still looked at Shiraishi in his heart. He was skeptical that Shiraishi would be able to compete with Polk. But when he saw the ball, he knew that the other party was not simple.

It's not as fast as a world-class ball, but the angle is uncomfortable. It's just a serve, and the opponent's eyesight is really terrifying!

However, it was only uncomfortable. After all, he is a world-class player, with a very flexible degree that people can imagine, and with a strong left foot, Sampras uses a strong explosive power to appear at the tennis landing point in an instant. Raising his hand and swinging the racket out, this ball, producing layers of phantoms, whistled towards the white stone.

Seeing Sampras use a special move, Shiraishi was not nervous. The Phantom does not exist, it can deceive the senses of ordinary players, but it cannot fool Shiraishi, he takes a step to the right, pulls the racket from right to left, and hits it with a backhand.

Bang! The tennis ball flew towards Sampras, but as it passed half a meter in front of him, it jerked away and danced like a swan, sliding in an arc in the air.

"Hey!" Sampras lowered his head and smiled, Shiraishi's move was really a bit unexpected, but he suddenly accelerated, showing the physical fitness of a world-class player. Coming in front of the tennis ball before it landed, and without thinking about it, the racket suddenly pulled up, hit a beautiful half-volley, and hit the ball to the other side of the white rock.

The tennis ball flew low, almost over the net. However, the speed is really amazing, and that's what Sampras is all about. Use a half-volley that is very easy to grasp the landing point to gain the initiative in the game.

However, he was disappointed. Shiraishi's body didn't move at all, but he turned his body and made a batting stance. At this moment, the tennis ball, which was originally flying to the other side, suddenly turned back and came to Shiraishi.

"Field ?!!"

Sampras was taken aback. How could there be a field, when he hit the ball just now, he didn't feel the strong whirling power attached to it at all. But it just happened, how did the other party do it?

Shiraishi didn't spare his hand and struck the racket out hard. Sampras frowned and ran, no matter how confused he was, he couldn't give his opponent a chance to take advantage of. He's a pro and has what he has to defend.

"Bang!" This time, he first touched the racket with his racket, and after feeling that the kind of gyration was not applied, he squinted his eyes and the racket was tilted, allowing the tennis ball to roll on the racket. At the same time, the arm is constantly vibrating, and when the tennis ball rolls to the highest point, the racket is swung out violently.

"Whoosh!" The tennis ball stirred up the air and sent a passage through the howling wind.

But Sampras did not relax, but looked solemn. Because he saw that Baishi still didn't run at any time at this moment. He took his right leg as the axis, and his left leg slid out slightly, showing a pale white mark.

Suddenly, Sampras's grip on the racket tightened, and he looked in surprise at the tennis ball that turned back and flew towards the white rock.

A hint of solemnity flashed in his eyes, and this match, which could not use world-class power, actually made him a little nervous. "It really is! Kuranosuke Shiraishi! How the hell do you do that? ”