0034 He's the legendary recommendation, a terrifying genius! A special way to complete the test!
Selection test site.
In the questioning eyes of everyone present.
The staff member in charge of the selection test in front of Bei Mo spoke in a deep voice: "Bei Mo! There are other standards for entering the high school player training area!"
"The results of the preparatory camp selection test cannot be used as a reference standard!"
"Moreover, players your age have never skipped the preparatory camp before!"
"If you have no other questions, the selection test will begin immediately!"
These words undoubtedly subtly regarded the Bei Mo in front of them as a kind of junior high school player who was seeking attention and arrogant.
"Ahem! Mark! Why don't you ask for instructions before deciding? After all, this Bei Mo... is a little different!"
Leitu approached the other side at this time, coughing lightly and speaking in a low voice.
He even gave the other side a wink.
Mark frowned slightly.
Different?!
"Leitu, stop making faces! Every player participating in the selection is judged solely by strength and talent! This is the iron law of the training camp's recruitment!"
"Otherwise, what's the point of holding the selection?!"
He subconsciously felt that Leitu was looking for him at this time, and there must be something fishy.
At the moment.
Those few junior high school students who had already looked down on Bei Mo, sneered even more in their hearts.
They probably guessed that Bei Mo had a "background", so he could have the opportunity to participate in the selection.
But.
Now, a staff member from the selection registration office is even speaking for him.
This is the biggest joke ever!!
Leitu was inexplicably rebuked, and his forehead twitched with anger.
He then said coldly: "Mark! Do you know who Bei Mo's recommender is? The legendary world tennis champion who retired seven years ago! Yōichi Nanjirō!"
"He is not yet 12 years old this year! Mr. Sigmund submitted his information to the recruitment management and guaranteed him!"
"I'm just trying to remind you, but you think I have ulterior motives?!"
These words.
Instantly caused Mark and other selection site staff members' expressions to change dramatically.
The Betis junior high school students and Michael Bismarck, who was "watching the show" from the sidelines, couldn't help but open their mouths wide.
Even Q.P, who knew that Bei Mo had played well in the US in the past year, showed a look of astonishment.
Yōichi Nanjirō!!
That is a true legend!!
In the history of world tennis, only he can be called a legend today!!
Unreplicable strength and achievements.
Even though his professional career did not achieve the world's number one ranking, his achievements were still brilliant, making him the uncrowned king.
These are the reasons for his legendary name!!
And the Bei Mo in front of them was actually recommended to participate in the selection by such a person?!
This would be among the top tier even among the recommenders in the history of the German U-17 training camp!!
Even Mr. Sigmund guaranteed him...
Mark suddenly felt a little flustered.
Looking at Leitu, who "reminded" him, there was a hint of embarrassment in his eyes.
He had just been so righteous and self-righteous in criticizing the other side, which seemed like he was repaying kindness with evil!
"That... Leitu! I'm sorry! I was too subjective!"
"Bei Mo! Since that's the case... you go ahead and start the selection test! Based on your score, I'll ask the higher-ups for their opinion!"
"We'll discuss your thoughts later, okay?"
Leitu rolled his eyes at his apology and returned to his original position.
Bei Mo didn't expect that just by asking a question, the situation would turn out like this.
He didn't intend to make things difficult for the staff member named Mark.
Although the other party's tone was harsh just now, it was obvious that he was a person who upholds justice in his heart.
In a way, it is precisely because of the existence of such people who stick to their principles that the threshold of the German U-17 Preparatory Camp is not so easy to cross.
As for the expressions of these people present when they learned that he was recommended by Yōichi Nanjirō, Bei Mo could understand.
The name of a world legend... is not something to be joked about!!
"No problem, I was just asking casually!"
"Let's begin then!"
Bei Mo said, holding his racket and turning to face the ball machine across the court.
Mark gestured to the staff member beside the ball machine, signaling that they could begin.
"Beep—"
As the ball machine was turned on.
Everyone present also focused their attention on Bei Mo.
Although they still found it hard to believe that the young man on the court in front of them could receive a recommendation letter from that legend.
But whether he has the matching strength and talent will be revealed once the test begins!!
Among them, Q.P, Bertie, and Michael Bismarck's expressions were particularly serious.
In their eyes, since Bei Mo's goal is to skip the preparatory camp and go directly to the high school player area.
Then.
Even if he has the strength to pass the preparatory camp selection... it would undoubtedly be quite disappointing!!
His performance needs to be eye-catching enough!!
Or even... stunning enough to make the German U-17 make an exception for him!!
"Whoosh—"
When a ball shot out from the ball machine, hitting the bottom corner of Bei Mo's court.
Everyone present who had kept their eyes on Bei Mo only saw a blurry figure suddenly start to move.
When Bei Mo arrived at the landing point, he drew back his racket for a backhand slice.
"Bang—"
As he returned the ball, the ball flew in a parabola and landed in the front court.
Second ball!
Third ball!
...
In the astonished eyes of everyone present, Bei Mo's figure constantly shuttled within half of the court.
Backhand slice!
Backhand slice again!
No matter where the ball landed, no matter what kind of ball it was.
Bei Mo's return method was always the same!!
One by one, tennis balls flew over the net and landed very close to the edge.
The strange scene made the data analysts' fingers stop flying on the keyboard.
Bertie and the others had already stood up from their seats.
Q.P's "ice face" showed an expression of disbelief.
Mark, Leitu, and the others stood in place, eyes wide with astonishment.
Those who had the same expression as them included the high school player wearing a pure black uniform.
But obviously, he had a stronger inner ability to cope, and he could still focus his attention on observing Bei Mo's swing and the spin and flight trajectory of every ball he returned.
For a time.
Except for the sound of Bei Mo's running footsteps on the court and his clean and crisp return shots.
There was no other sound in the entire selection test court.
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