Chapter 32
The Selection Begins! Bismarck?! Polk's Younger Brother?!

The 0032 selection begins! Bismarck?! Polk's younger brother?! [Reward for Extra Chapters]

“All you participants, please come forward in order as I call out your names!”

“All you need to do is stand in front of the ball machine at the other end of the court and hold out for 10 minutes!”

“Attention! If you miss more than ten balls, you are automatically eliminated!”

“Furthermore! We have also added a test for individual overall strength!”

The staff member spoke loudly to Bei Mo and the others, his finger pointing towards the direction outside the court.

Leaning against the wall, there was a 13-14 year old boy sitting on a long chair, wearing a pure black uniform with a lazy expression.

“He is a player about to be promoted from the reserve camp! Mikhail Bismarck! If you are dissatisfied with your test results, you can compete with him!”

“As long as you win a ball in a three-ball competition, your test score will be raised by one level! You will most likely get a passing score! But if you challenge him and don't get a single point!”

“You will not be eligible to participate in the selection next year!”

For a moment.

Quite a few people in the audience showed signs of surprise.

Although they were still confident that they could pass the selection for the reserve camp.

But!

Now that there is an extra chance to test, it means that the chance of passing becomes greater!!

As for whether they can participate in the selection next year.

Don’t be ridiculous!!

As long as you can enter the German U-17 reserve camp this year, right?

Only Q.P, Bei Mo, and a young boy who also seemed to be right at the recruitment age limit, the three of them did not show any joy on their faces due to the announcement of the rules.

In fact, the young boy looked at the others who were full of fighting spirit with eyes that seemed to be looking at foolish idiots.

“It's obviously a trap, and yet they are all so happy! Really… why do I have to participate in the selection with these foolish guys?”

His soft mumbling was inaudible to others.

However, Bei Mo, whose perception had been enhanced by the Orange Sun God Gourd, could still hear it clearly.

He turned his head to look in the direction of the other party and met his gaze.

The other party was stunned for a moment.

There was a strange sense of being caught doing something wrong on his face.

After recovering, Belti Borisovich Polk frowned slightly.

Could it be…

Did he hear what I just said?!

Bei Mo just glanced at him and then turned to look at the middle school player – Mikhail Bismarck!

It has to be said that today is truly a coincidence!

This Mikhail Bismarck is not simple either!

The future vice-captain of the German U-17!

It can be said that.

In the future German U-17 national team, only Polk, as the main captain, can suppress him.

Even Q.P, who hasn't completed his “ultimate quality”, would most likely be no match for him!

If anyone actually failed to pass the selection today, and was foolish enough to challenge him.

Then it would almost mean that this person has completely lost any connection with the German U-17!

Soon.

The selection officially began.

“First! Catherine Lennon!”

As the first player was named and walked onto the court, everyone in the rest area looked towards the test court.

Even Bei Mo was no exception.

After all, although they knew what the test was about, they didn’t know how strong the ball machine was set to be.

And as the first player’s test began.

After the ball machine ejected 4 or 5 balls, Bei Mo immediately lost interest.

A variable ball speed of 150-160 KM/H.

The only thing to pay attention to is that the trajectory of the ball ejected by the ball machine is different.

The rotation intensity of various spinning balls is also roughly the level that ordinary state-level players can hit.

The ball machine’s outlet can even be adjusted in terms of height and angle.

As a result, it can not only test the player’s horizontal movement, but also see their vertical movement speed.

This kind of test can indeed verify the overall level of a player.

You have to know, this group of kids around him are just middle school students aged 12-14.

If they can hold out for 10 minutes under the intensity of this ball machine, they are at least at the state level threshold.

However, for Bei Mo.

This kind of test is far inferior to his usual self-training intensity.

Soon!

In about 5 minutes, the first player to participate in the test made a mistake.

After continuously missing several balls, his mentality became more and more impatient.

Until 10 tennis balls appeared behind him, the ball machine was shut down by a staff member.

“Sorry! You are eliminated!”

“You missed 10 balls, you don’t have a chance to test again!”

This result made the middle school players on the court extremely frustrated, but they could only lower their heads, holding their rackets, and leave the test court with their tennis bags.

The first player to fail undoubtedly made the expressions of the middle school students who had not yet played become solemn.

They clearly felt that it was not easy to pass this selection!

Second!

Third!

As the selection test continued, there were also players who passed the 10-minute ball machine test.

On average, one out of every three players!

However!

It's not that if you miss less than 10 balls, you will definitely pass.

Right now.

A player who just finished the test, although he held out for 10 minutes.

However.

According to the data analysts on the sidelines, the results given by the Hawkeye system capturing the ball hit data and physical analysis did not reach the passing standard.

“Damn it!! I want to challenge him!!”

This player became the first person to challenge Mikhail Bismarck outside the court.

The staff member also took him to another court.

However!!

Before the next player could participate in the ball machine test, the additional test challenge had already ended.

The three-ball competition!

It was decided in less than a minute.

The middle school player who participated in the additional test walked towards the elimination exit with a dejected expression, holding his racket.

He even mumbled, “How can anyone pass this additional test! I won’t have another chance next year!”

For a moment.

The remaining middle school students who had not yet taken the test looked even more solemn.

They had previously thought that this was an extra opportunity.

But it seems now… this road is not so easy to walk!

Bei Mo had already anticipated this result, and didn’t even bother looking at the player who was eliminated.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The rest area, which had been almost full, was now only left with three people.

It was Bei Mo, Q.P, and the middle school student Belti Borisovich Polk who had made eye contact with Bei Mo!

The three middle school players who had already passed were sitting in another area, their expressions clearly more relaxed.

“Next! Belti Borisovich Polk!”

“Please go to the test court!”

As the staff member’s words fell, Bei Mo looked at the confident middle school boy who walked onto the court after being called.

Belti Borisovich Polk?!

Alright!

It’s him!!

The middle school player of the future German U-17 national team!

Polk’s younger brother.

A genius player with extremely high IQ.

A master of data analysis!

He is also one of the few players who have already stepped onto the world professional league at the middle school age.

Although he is a professional doubles player, the gap between professional and non-professional is far greater than ordinary people imagine!!

I just didn’t expect that he would also be participating in the same selection as myself and Q.P!

“Familiar faces” are quite a few, huh!

As Bei Mo thought to himself, the ball machine on the test court had already been turned on.

After emitting a “beep” sound as a signal, the machine was ready.

Belti also held his racket and bent down, preparing to receive the ball.

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