newbobooks Chapter 536: The original malice, it is impolite not to reciprocate
Chapter 536: The original malice, it is impolite not to reciprocate
The occurrence of this situation surprised and shocked everyone present.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Beichuan, as if they were looking at an alien who had suddenly broken in.
No one expected that Kitagawa would speak to British audiences in this way under such circumstances.
In this country known for its gentlemanly demeanor, on this British court, Kitagawa's behavior was undoubtedly like a bombshell, breaking the original calm and so-called "order."
"You bastard kid, do you want to die in England?"
Soon, an angry shout broke the brief silence.
"You bastard, you actually want us to shut up? Do you know where we are? This is Britain!"
Another voice sounded immediately afterwards, carrying a strong threat.
"Do you really think that the former world No. 2 can act recklessly?"
More shouting and cursing came like a tide, one wave after another.
Almost every British spectator had an expression of anger and hatred on his face. Their eyes were wide open, staring at Beichuan on the court, as if they wanted to devour him alive with their eyes.
The anger in their hearts was like a raging flame, as if it was going to burn them completely to ashes.
At this moment, the entire London Sports Center stadium was filled with shouting and cursing.
"Get out of the UK, you are not welcome here!"
An obese middle-aged man flushed and shouted loudly, waving his fists.
"You really don't know your place! You actually dare to yell and scream in our midst. Do you think this is Switzerland or something?"
A white-haired old man was so angry that he was shaking all over and hitting the ground hard with his cane.
"You little bastard, I think you're really tired of living!"
A young man jumped up, cursing non-stop.
These shouts and curses intertwined together to form a noisy and malicious wave of sound that continued to echo in the stadium.
And this trend continues to worsen.
Within a few minutes, the entire stadium was in chaos.
Beneath those so-called gentlemanly faces, the original malice was fully revealed by these British audiences.
In the previous U-17 World Cup, the British U-17 team has been suppressed by other strong teams and is in a state of increasing decline.
This year's British U-17 team carries the high hopes of the entire British tennis world, and they are seen as the hope for reviving the glory of British tennis.
But even in this situation, Kitagawa of the Swiss U-17 team actually shouted at the local audience at the London stadium in the UK.
This was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire for these British guys. Their anger reached the extreme and they had long thrown away all the elegance of being a gentleman.
Faced with this situation, the organizers of the U-17 World Cup Tour and the staff of the International Tennis Federation were completely confused.
They stood in every corner of the stadium, looking at each other, at a loss.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on the staff's foreheads, and their eyes were full of anxiety and helplessness.
They didn't know how to deal with this sudden situation. Neither the angry British audience nor the unyielding Kitagawa were people they could easily deal with.
"Do you have donkey hair in your ears? Can't you understand?"
Beichuan's face was filled with anger, and he shouted again at the audience, "I tell you, you idiots, to shut up."
He had a stern expression on his face and his eyes were as sharp as torches as he looked around.
Wherever his eyes swept across, there seemed to be a cold chill that made the angry British audience tremble in their hearts.
However, his move undoubtedly added fuel to the fire, and the anger of the British audience reached its peak.
Their shouting became louder and more frantic, and the entire stadium seemed to have turned into a battlefield filled with smoke.
This scene stunned the players of several national teams who came to watch the game.
They stood at the side of the field, their mouths slightly open, their eyes filled with shock.
No one expected that Beichuan would directly provoke the audience on the host side.
"This guy is really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers!"
A member of the French team said softly, with a hint of amazement in his tone.
"In a foreign country, you dare to be so high-profile."
A member of the German team shook his head, his face full of disbelief.
"It's just that this guy is obviously not aimless."
A member of the American team said thoughtfully, "After all, I heard that the Swiss U-17 team was attacked several times by a local British organization recently."
Although Ralf Reinhardt was so shocked by the scene that he didn't know what to say, he still expressed his understanding of what the Swiss U-17 team had experienced.
After all, no matter which team this happens to, the result may turn out like this.
However, in reality, even the players from the Free Country or the Germanic team would not dare to be so presumptuous in Britain.
I guess only someone like Beichuan would provoke the host.
I don’t know how much time passed, but it seemed like only a short while had passed.
The shouting and cursing in the stadium was intense and the staff on site were extremely worried.
They moved back and forth among the crowd, trying to maintain order, but it was all in vain.
The audience's anger was like a flood that broke through the dam, surging and unstoppable.
Some of the staff members were shouting loudly, trying to calm the audience down;
Some were on the phone, reporting to their superiors;
Others were trying to persuade Beichuan, hoping that he would temporarily give in and ease the tense atmosphere.
But their efforts had little effect, either for the audience or for Beichuan.
The next moment, Kitagawa pointed his racket at the British audience who were still shouting and cursing.
His arm was stretched straight out, and his racket was like a sharp blade pointing at the enemy.
He just sneered, his smile full of disdain and provocation, "I told you to shut up, can you understand what I say?"
After these words were spoken, the already angry British audience fell into a complete rage.
In their eyes, Beichuan was just a junior high school student from a foreign country. He was so arrogant at this moment, which showed that he simply did not take the British seriously.
"What is Beichuan going to do?"
A member of the Italian team said in surprise, with confusion written all over his face.
"Is this guy going to attack the British audience?"
A member of the Spanish team guessed, a hint of worry in his eyes.
"Perhaps he really thought that he could do whatever he wanted just because he had reached the master level?"
A member of the French team said with a frown.
The players from other countries' teams who came to watch the event exclaimed in amazement and swallowed their saliva subconsciously.
After all, this scene was too crazy, and this behavior not only angered the British audience, but also angered the players of the British U-17 team.
No one can be sure whether the opposing player will kill or commit malicious violations during the subsequent games.
However, even in this situation, Kitagawa still provoked, even provoking tens of thousands of British spectators.
At this moment, the shouting and cursing in the audience seats had reached a point where they were completely out of control.
Everyone glared at the middle school kid in the middle of the court who was pointing a racket at them and provoking them.
If it were any other junior high school student, faced with being pointed at and scolded by thousands of people, he would definitely collapse to the ground with weak legs and would not be able to continue to confront so many people.
However, not only did Beichuan's expression not change at all throughout the whole process, he was even looking at everyone with a cold face and an attitude of not wanting to be criticized.
He stood in the center of the arena, his posture upright and his eyes determined, as if nothing around him could shake him in the slightest.
In this noisy arena, Beichuan took out a tennis ball directly from his pocket, just as the national team players had guessed.