"I refuse!"

As with his previous answer, Shiraishi looked at the three of them with a solemn expression.

"Tennis, it's just tennis, it's nothing other than me. My tennis has nothing to do with politics, nothing to do with the country. ”

Leaving this sentence behind, he didn't say anything more, got up and pushed the door open. Chen Xiao and the others, who looked at each other, were left behind, and as for Li Xiao, although his face was a little unnatural, he had no intention of exploding.

Glancing lightly at the direction Bai Shi left, he sighed in his heart, "Hopefully, you can match your words with deeds."

Five days, in a flash.

During this period, the European duo faced off against Melbourne Park.

The United Kingdom, along with France, is known as the oldest tennis country. Over the years, although it has not advanced but retreated from that position, no one dares to despise its own profound heritage, including Germany, which has been hegemonic for nine consecutive years.

However, in the battle of Melbourne Park, the match between the two sides was a big surprise. Britain, known as the world's strongest tennis player, was slaughtered here by the hegemon Germany without resistance.

Some people shook their heads, Britain, which is also the hegemon, is even worse than Japan, a desert of tennis. In the opponent's warm-up match, they defeated the king Germany.

But those who really know the inside story can only sigh for Britain. It's not that they're too weak, it's that they're too strong, so strong that you can't believe it's a non-professional team.

XT. Mozandot, German-Serb. Doubles led Germany's unknown youngster to easily defeat the British to start the same tonal combination. It is rumored that this man is the captain of this edition of the Serbian team.

XF. Schumach, German-Japanese descent. Singles three easily defeated the British ace, a cynical young Asian who always wore a smug smile and was cynical.

With the addition of Polk and QP, the power of German hegemony came to the fore. To be precise, the Germany that the Japanese team met at the beginning, even if there was Polk, was only a second-tier team. Now, what Germany has come up with is the foundation that the real Nine Consecutive Overlords should have.

People who were originally optimistic about the Japanese team couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, and this year, they can only stop in the top four. Still, there are those who still hold on to a glimmer of hope. Germany is strong, but Japan is still on the rise, and the possibilities are endless.

Win or lose, it's in today's semi-finals.

At eight o'clock in the morning, there was still a half-o'clock before the game, but around Melbourne Park, there were early crowds of spectators. For them, no matter how exciting the semi-finals are, they are just desserts before dinner. In contrast, the semi-finals seem to attract a peerless delicacy that attracts tennis veterans like them, so you can't miss it.

Waiting for a long time, there are also major tennis newspapers, and the eyes of reporters are shining green like wild wolves.

Finally, at nine o'clock, the German and Japanese teams arrived at the same time.

The German leader was Polk, followed by QP, the snow-white-haired, slightly dark-skinned Humacher, and the tall white Mozandot, in an orderly procession, like a column of soldiers, walking in front of everyone with a solemn temperament.

"Mr. Bo Polk"

A reporter stepped forward, the microphone in his hand trembling. In the face of professional players, face their faint but shocking aura. Ordinary people, how can they be calm.

"Huh?"

As soon as Polk stopped, the reporter was ecstatic. However, the other party glared, and an aura like a wild beast stimulated his nerves and frightened him to shrink the microphone in his hand.

"Haha"

Laughter from colleagues and some of the spectators was heard all around.

The reporter was angry, but he didn't dare to vent it on the German team, so he had to eat the bitter fruit. Looking at the German team that was gradually moving away, he gritted his teeth, and his heart was full of unwillingness.

At this time, his scattered eyes caught a glimpse of the Japanese team entering from another direction. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, but he saw him taking small steps and walking towards the other party. And along the way, for some reason, his colleagues didn't stop him at all, just nodded with a smile on their faces.

"Humph! Do you want to see me make a fool of myself? Although I'm not very famous, I'm not very famous, but I can't see everything that can give me a look! ”

With a sneer in his heart, Ferdo took three or two steps to the way forward for the Japanese team. Raising the microphone in his hand, he smiled and said, "Mr. Captain"

For a moment, he couldn't remember the name of the man in front of him. However, in his opinion, this kind of player who has not entered the professional profession, their name is just a code name.

"Oh?"

Phoenix also stopped and looked the reporter in front of him up and down.

The reporter's tense heart fell, if the other party threw his face away, then he was really embarrassed and miserable. At the same time, he also nodded smugly in his heart, it is reasonable for the German team not to give him face, the reputation of the nine consecutive hegemons is outside, and people don't need publicity at all. However, Japan, as a tennis desert, takes its own propaganda more seriously than anything else.

"Hey"

He smiled in his heart, and the eyes that looked at the phoenix changed from worry to scrutiny, and the thoughts in his mind kept turning. "Obediently cooperate with my interview, maybe I'm in a good mood and maybe I'll be kind enough to promote it to you."

"Wow"

However, when he was complacent, he heard the sound of the waves in his ears.

Rumble!

It was an oncoming huge sea ship, wooden structure, with a huge pirate motif moving in the wind. The surrounding sea seemed to welcome the gods, and before the ship reached the hull, it was divided into two sides, and the seagulls that were constantly flying around him made him feel as if he had returned to the sea of the Seven Kings in the Age of Discovery.

On the bow of the boat, a young man stood like a statue. He was dressed in the captain's clothes, and before the sea could get close to him, he was swallowed up by the black around him, and disappeared into nothingness. In his right hand, the young man held a bamboo-colored katana that shimmered with cold light.

This man didn't say a word, but he stood there quietly like an overlord who controlled the seven seas.

Suddenly, the young man's gaze turned over like a god looking down on mortal things. This glance reminded Ferdo of his childhood when he faced the wolfdog in his neighbor's house that was out of control, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing. Instinctively, the cold hairs on his body stood on end, and drops of cold sweat ran down his forehead.

When Ferdo stepped forward to stop the Japanese team, the spectators around him looked at it curiously. However, they only saw the young man who led the Japanese team glance at him faintly, and then walked forward again. And Ferdo, who was supposed to stop the other party, stood still as if he had lost his soul.

"Ah!!h

It wasn't until the Japanese team walked far away that he screamed. Then, as if dehydrated, the whole person sat down on the ground, muttering, "Ghost Pirate"

Phantom? Pirate?

The audience around him sneered and looked at him as if they were looking at a neuropath. Only the reporters who let go of his past were silent, and among them, they had either faced that momentum or listened to the accounts of their predecessors. At this moment, looking at Ferdo on the ground as if he had lost his soul, the respect for tennis in their hearts skyrocketed

Centre Court Melbourne Park.

It has been the venue of previous Australian Opens, and it is also a mecca for countless fans and non-professional players. The last three matches of this World Cup are all played here.

In the end, the strongest of the four teams will receive the supreme honor here. And, that little-known quota

Two teams enter the court from east to west.

On one side, there are black and white solemn guards. On the other side, red, white and black represent the hope of the golden age of Japanese tennis.

The two sides finally converged in front of the network.

Germany: Captain Polk, team members QP, Shomacher, Mozandot, Costero, Paz, Kunimitsu Tezuka

Team Japan: Captain Byodoin Phoenix, team members Kuranosuke Shiraishi, Kijujiro, Irie Kanta, Tokugawa Kazuya, Yukimura Seiichi, Sanada Koichiro, Keigo Keibe, Chitose Chisatose, Tachibana Tachibana, Fuji Shusuke

The battle between the German team, which is really a first-line team, and the Japanese team, which is in the golden age, is about to break out.

In the middle of the team, Shiraishi looked at Xiumach and saw him smiling slightly, his eyes full of natural confidence. At the same time, several eyes on the other side also looked at him, with a fighting spirit, complexity, and a disdainful gaze from top to bottom, overriding the power of the country.

However, against the white stones, they were all eliminated one by one.

At this time, Polk and Phoenix spoke at the same time: "The German team (Japanese team) must strictly abide by the rules of the competition and face the opponent in the strongest state!" ”

Rumble!

As soon as the words were finished, countless momentum on both sides continued to collide. However, they all converged in an instant, followed their own captains, and retreated to the area that belonged to them.

In the stands, in the corners of the surrounding areas, countless spectators and cameramen, their eyes and cameras were full of fire, staring closely at both sides of the field. This game is sure to be an earth-shattering collision.

Ten minutes later, the referee coughed twice and looked at everyone with a solemn face.

"Let's start the semi-finals of this World Cup!"

"The first doubles match, the Japanese team, Kazuya Tokugawa (sophomore), Seiichi Yukimura (junior high), German team XT. Mosandotte (junior high), Kunimitsu Tezuka (junior high)" started!

Like a signal, countless cameras stared at the two teams of young people who walked out from both sides for the first time. The Japanese team, Tokugawa, known as the strongest in the Second Army, and Yukimura Seiichi, the son of God, the two of them were one after the other, and their super high appearance suddenly attracted the cheers of countless girls.

Confident, indifferent but steady.

Mosandote, who walked out with Tezuka, narrowed his eyes slightly, and the two guys on the opposite side, although they had never broken through that realm. But faintly, it brought him a faint threat.

"Oh, that's funny."

ps: Originally, today was two shifts, and I miscalculated the time. In addition, if there are no accidents, the Bible will be finished in two shifts a day from tomorrow, almost 15 days.

As for the question of China/country/country/nationality, it implicitly means to renounce Japanese nationality, that is, there is no dual nationality, after all, Celestial/Korean nationality is one of the most difficult things in the world to get.