Fighting and playing ball are the same! You need to know your limits!
Dudo Oubando had been in a bad mood lately.
With his exceptional physical attributes, he had drawn the attention of many American tennis training institutions since he started playing tennis two years ago.
Every few days, people would “block” his doorstep, inviting him to join their training institutions after he graduated from middle school, hoping to mold him into a genius player.
He wasn't a fool, of course.
While it seemed like he was being favored, no matter what achievements he attained in various competitions, they might use him as a publicity tool.
The benefits they received behind the scenes were far greater than the training conditions they promised him!
He also enjoyed the feeling of being chased.
Their adulation made him realize every second that he was a genius player.
But
A guy his age appeared these past two days!
Ralph Reinhardt, from St. Frolus Middle School in East New York!
He made some of the training institutions that had originally chased after Dudo begin to drift away.
Many people in Boston even said that the other guy's strength was far superior to his own!
As a result,
He decided to participate in this youth challenge tournament that he usually wouldn't even consider.
It was to prove to everyone,
He, Dudo Oubando, was the strongest genius player of this generation in the American middle school tennis world!
With a swagger, he looked at the guy registering his identity in front of him, and it was an Asian kid who was only 10 years old.
He naturally didn't hold back and started mocking him.
He was even afraid that encountering such a weak opponent would once again lower the gold content of him winning the youth challenge championship this quarter.
At this moment.
He didn't lower his voice at all.
And many local tennis enthusiasts who came to watch the game knew this Bostonian genius player.
As a result, some people from around him had already gathered around.
"He's so arrogant! The other guy is also here to participate in the competition! How outrageous!"
"Outrageous? Dudo Oubando is a genius tennis player! It is said that his physical qualities are unmatched even by many high school students!"
"That's right! If we didn't know he was only 13 years old, his body would easily pass for a high schooler!"
"But this Asian kid really shouldn't be participating in the competition! At 10 years old, most of them can't even survive the first round! His physical qualities look pretty average too!"
"......"
There were whispers from the crowd, but no one stopped Dudo Oubando's bullying of Bei Mo.
In their eyes, since they were participating in the competition, they were opponents.
There was no difference in age.
If Bei Mo was threatened and defeated by Dudo Oubando's few words,
Then he really shouldn't be participating in the competition!
Even the staff at the registration desk were completely watching the show.
Among the crowd, there was a pair of teenagers.
One was around Bei Mo's age, wearing a player's ID card on his chest – Chico Barinton!
The other was obviously half a head taller than his companion, wearing casual clothes and older.
The former looked at the scene before him and sneered, "Reinhardt! Dudo Oubando is exactly as rumored! He has a terrible temper! This Asian kid clearly didn't provoke him, yet he's picking on him!"
"I can't stand it anymore!"
The one called Reinhardt nodded slightly, "Yeah, he's a little too hot-headed! However, I'm actually a bit interested in this Asian kid..."
"Huh?" Chico Barinton was taken aback.
"Haven't you noticed that he doesn't seem afraid of Dudo Oubando at all?"
"Eyes are the most direct expression of inner emotions! I don't see fear or timidity in his eyes! It's an indescribable calmness! It's quite unusual!"
"Is he pretending to be calm, or does he have his own confidence... We'll probably know when he starts competing!"
"Maybe he'll be your main rival today, Chico!"
Chico Barinton's mouth dropped slightly.
Main rival?!
Really?!
Although he didn't quite believe it, he subconsciously kept it in mind.
He met Ralph Reinhardt at a tennis training institution.
He had practically watched the other guy become a rising star in the American middle school tennis world.
His judgments were rarely wrong.
This trip to Boston to compete was also at his own behest, bringing the other guy along.
Therefore, he took his words very seriously.
...
At the same time.
Bei Mo also learned the identity of the black-skinned boy in front of him from the crowd's discussions.
Dudo Oubando?!
Future American U-17 team high school player!
Nicknamed "Birdman", he has incredible physical abilities and extraordinary jumping ability!
Unexpectedly!
He actually saw him under these circumstances today.
Moreover, the other guy was so arrogantly conceited.
This was completely different from Bei Mo's impression of the other guy's kind and easy-going personality in the future American U-17 team.
Regarding this, Bei Mo could only understand it as Dudo Oubando being "reformed" under Reinhardt's strong leadership.
After all, the current opponent was just a young and arrogant middle schooler!
"So, your intention in provoking me is... you think I'm not worthy of participating in today's competition, and you want me to withdraw?"
Seeing Bei Mo being so "understanding", Dudo Oubando grinned, "That's right! It's the American Youth Challenge after all! I don't want to have a brat like you as my opponent!"
"It wouldn't be interesting even if I won!"
Bei Mo raised an eyebrow.
He tapped the other guy's chest with the player's ID card he had just received.
"See the number on it? When the draw happens later, remember to pray that you'll be paired with me!"
"I also want to see... if you are worthy of participating in today's competition!"
His actions were like an insult to Dudo Oubando.
Not to mention that he had just thought Bei Mo was very understanding, now he felt like he was being tricked!
Enraged, he gritted his teeth and growled, "Damn it!"
He immediately raised his hand to grab Bei Mo's collar.
But as soon as he raised his hand, Bei Mo's left hand grabbed his wrist.
"Hiss! Hiss!"
"Your strength... It hurts! It hurts!!"
"Let go!! Let go!!"
Dudo Oubando didn't expect Bei Mo to react so quickly.
He instinctively wanted to resist, but he felt a sharp pain in his wrist that was being gripped.
Even though he tried to shake off Bei Mo's hand, he couldn't.
Seeing this, Bei Mo chuckled.
He loosened his grip as the other guy struggled.
Dudo Oubando stumbled due to the inertia and nearly bumped into a player behind him.
For a moment.
Many people in the audience looked at Bei Mo with astonishment.
What did they see?
It seemed like Dudo Oubando couldn't break free from this Asian boy's hand!
Who was the 10-year-old brat, after all?!
Bei Mo looked at Dudo Oubando, who was covering his wrist in shame and anger.
"Fighting and playing ball are the same, you need to know your limits!"
Then, ignoring the stunned looks of everyone present, he walked over to a bench and sat down, waiting for the player draw to begin.
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