Prince of Tennis: Ryoma's sister in Hyotei

Seeing Maori sleeping soundly on the field, people who didn’t know him would scratch their heads, just like a little seaweed.

But those who knew him all smiled.

Now it finally looks decent.

Even Byodoin asked the younger students around him to look carefully.

"Just watch carefully and see the strength of this man who made it into the top ten of the U17 team."

As Byodoin finished speaking, Maori on the field opened his eyes again, his eyes were dull, as if he was sleepwalking.

Edgar and Jonal were both confused.

Is this blatant laziness on the field?

But even such a Maori, facing the serve of his opponent Edgar again, no matter how dangerous the ball path was, Maori in this state could accurately receive the return ball.

You can even hit back at your opponent faster and harder.

Edgar looked at the opponent in front of him who seemed to be sleepwalking but was extremely powerful.

"What's wrong with this guy? Is he really sleeping?"

Edgar, who didn't believe in evil, continued to play the tennis he was proud of.

But every time, Maori would fight back in all kinds of strange and bizarre postures while sleepwalking.

Change of position in an instant.

Now it was the turn of the two French players to become anxious.

They couldn't believe how anyone could talk about the past during the game.

But the man in front of them did give them a different kind of seriousness.

At the same time, Jonal also faced the dilemma of being unable to accurately collect information about his opponents.

Liu Ze restrained his edge and began to make way for Mao Li to perform.

The pattern on Jonal's face was wiped off, and he turned back into a shy and timid boy.

"What should we do? What should we do, Senior Edgar? We will lose the game if we continue like this."

The boy's originally fair face was now flushed red, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

His eyes were wide open, filled with fear and helplessness.

Edgar raised his arm slightly, and the next second it landed on Jonal's head.

"Stop rambling like that. Just do your job. I'll take care of this guy."

Like Liu, Jonal's main job is to collect information about the opponent so that he can pass it all to Edgar and work together to complete the game.

The only difference is that Jonal's dependence on Edgar allows Edgar to change Jonal's character by painting with watercolors.

This will catch the opponent off guard.

But suddenly facing Maori's situation made the two of them a little at a loss, and Edgar quickly returned to normal.

He increased the speed of his serve and added spin in an attempt to break Maori's strange state.

However, Maori remained calm and his body seemed to react automatically, catching the ball just right every time.

The crowd on the sidelines was amazed.

Edgar's attacks became more and more fierce, but Maori was like an unshakable mountain, dealing with everything steadily.

"This guy is really difficult to deal with!"

Edgar tried his best but couldn't shake Mao Li at all.

"Wow, this is amazing! I want to try this too! Senior Yuezhi sees such interesting things every day! It's so fun!"

Facing Long Ge's enthusiastic questioning.

At this time, Yuezhi was only paying attention to the game on the field.

"this.."

Several junior high school students from Rikkai University couldn't believe their eyes.

This was completely different from the Maori-senpai they remembered.

"This guy has finally shown some skill. Once he enters this mode, Mao Li can instantly judge the opponent's movements and ball trajectory, and can return the ball at will."

This state?

"So, is Maori-senpai really sleeping?"

Long Ge looked at the seniors with his eyes wide open, eager to learn.

"Of course. The coaches have discovered through scientific research that once Maori turns on sleep mode, he enters a deep sleep state. In other words, he is truly sleeping."

Irie smiled as he explained his inspiration.

"It's really interesting, isn't it? This guy went through the training camp undefeated and made it into the top ten."

so smart!

Long Ge became even more interested with starry eyes.

"Huh, I wonder how many of you will be able to make it into the top ten next year."

The ghost boss just sighed.

But after hearing the ghost's words, the junior high school students fell silent.

If faced with such gross profit, they really don't have much confidence.

Long Ge stood up at this time, raised his hands, and looked proud.

"I! I can do it!"

The ghost boss glanced at Long Ge.

"Except you. Besides, you probably won't have the chance to go to the training camp again."

The ghost boss's words immediately extinguished Long Ge's passion.

"Alas~ You are just jealous of my talent."

"How many times do you, a girl, want to go to the men's tennis training camp?"

Originally it was because of Ryuya Echizen who was in the expedition team that they made an exception and brought people in, although many interesting things happened during that time.

But the ghost boss doesn't approve of girls entering a training camp full of boys.

But Long Ge had no self-awareness at all and didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

"Alas~ The strong don't care about gender! Ghost boss, you discriminate against girls!"

ghost:"……"

That’s the question he was talking about!

Being suddenly accused of a false charge made the ghost boss look at him in silence.

Irie couldn't stop laughing.

Recognized by the most authoritative person in the training camp, Mao Li's strength and potential are unfathomable.

Cold sweat gradually broke out on Edgar's forehead. He had never encountered such a tough opponent.

Maori still remained in that sleepwalking state, and no matter how intense the game was, he could not be woken up.

After a long battle.

"How about it?"

Edgar stood in front of Jonal and communicated with him.

He was already sweating profusely at this time.

"This is a bit difficult, Senior Edgar. I've never collected data on sleeping people before. It's really hard to predict."

Jonal spoke timidly, closing his eyes tightly, afraid of being disliked by his senior again.

But this time Edgar didn't do that.

"If it really doesn't work, then this is the only way."

Edgar took out a few oil paint pens again.

"Ah~ It's about to start again. Then, Senior Edgar, please make your drawing more beautiful!"

"Stop talking so much and don't move around so much!"

Edgar held Jonard's face and began to paint.

next moment.

"All right."

Edgar looked at his work with satisfaction.

And Jonal, covered in watercolor paint, changes his personality again.

"Now we have no choice but to confront each other head-on."

After the change, Jonal's eyes became sharp, as if he had become a different person.

He began to observe Maori's movements carefully again, trying to find a flaw.

Edgar served the ball, and this time the ball was faster than before, like a beast, with strong spin.

Maori still handled it with ease, swinging his body naturally to hit the ball.

Jonal kept analyzing Maori's every move, but he had no clue.

"How naive."

Liu suddenly said something.