Prince of Tennis: Ryoma's sister in Hyotei

The audience held their breath, afraid of disturbing the prince's return.

Each one made a praying gesture.

The French prince could see that everyone was praying for him and hoping that he would win the game.

And Camus must be very eager to play, and he cannot let Camus down.

"We absolutely cannot lose here!"

The French prince jumped up and was determined to get the ball at all costs.

No matter what the cost.

Regardless of the invasion of pain.

"It's going to be another foul ball."

Atobe had already guessed that the French prince's current condition was no better than hitting the ball back into bounds.

Confident determination.

"Get it for me!"

The French prince clenched his racket with both hands and let out a cry of unwillingness.

He must catch up with the score.

"boom!"

The French prince tried his best and hit a winning shot at the last critical moment, barely regaining a point.

In the surprised look of everyone.

"30-15! France scores a point!"

At the same time as the referee's voice fell.

The audience from all over the world who were cheering for the French prince shouted the title of prince in unison.

"Prince! Prince!"

Their proud Prince Royal is back.

The excessive movement caused the French prince to fall to the ground at the same time as the ball landed and scored.

Today's French princes no longer care about elegance and reserve.

His eyes were filled with determination to win the game.

Atobe watched as the French prince had discarded his reserve.

She stood in front of the French prince with a smile in her eyes, as if she saw someone familiar.

"You little brats are all alike, all so stubborn, but that's what makes it interesting."

Just like Xiaoge's younger brother, Qingxue, that little brat.

This way he can display himself without any scruples.

The French prince stood up calmly, not even caring about the dust on his body.

He just said something harsh to Atobe.

He wants to regain his pride as a prince and win the victory of the French team.

This time it's not just for Miss Sakura.

The French prince's look at the audience changed.

Sorry, Miss Sakura, he can't just fight for Miss Sakura in this game, he has to fight for the French team as well.

And Sakurano, who seemed to have received a signal from the French prince, blurted out a voice to cheer for the French prince.

"come on.."

Tomoka was caught off guard and lectured Sakurano with a serious face.

"Sakurano, whose side are you on? He's our Japanese team's opponent!"

Being lectured by friends.

Sakura lowered her head and hurriedly began to explain.

"No, I saw how hard he was working and I couldn't help it. Seeing him work so hard reminded me of Ryoma."

Sakurano secretly glanced at Ryoma who was watching the game intently.

Hear this explanation.

Ryoma frowned and pointed at himself in confusion.

"like me?"

This explanation left Longma completely confused.

Sakura explained even more flustered.

"It's the feeling! The determination to win the game!"

Longma held up his head and spoke in a depressing tone.

"Of course. Since we're competing, our goal is to win."

For Ryoma, winning the game is a matter of course.

At this time, Peng Xiang came in between the two of them and made a gesture of crossing her hands.

"Not at all. In my heart, Master Longma will always be the most handsome!"

After saying that, she held her face with her hands, her cheeks flushed, not knowing what she was thinking.

Ryoma was silent and Sakurano was embarrassed.

Horio was silently complaining on the side.

"I think what they said is completely different from what you understood."

The French prince on the field made a bold statement to Atobe.

"I will not lose a single point from now on, not only for Miss Sakura, but also for the honor of the French team. Your moves are useless to me, even if I break some bones, I won't hesitate."

Atobe covered his head and laughed.

"Hahaha, fine! I accept your declaration of war, so let's give it a try!"

Atobe laughed and accepted his opponent's challenge.

The French prince also did what he said.

He fought against Jibu with the determination to give up everything.

Face challenges head-on and defeat your opponents.

There was a gleam of determination in the French prince's eyes.

With every subsequent shot, the French prince unleashed astonishing power.

"If your wrist is injured, just hold the racket with both hands. You will always find a way to hit the ball back!"

The French prince made full use of his abilities, using his strong upper body and powerful wrist strength to hit the ball from any angle.

Scored points one after another from Atobe.

"His Highness is giving it his all. Even Atobe can't handle such powerful core strength and precision?"

Irie pretended to praise the French prince and stepped on Atobe at the same time.

Secretly observing Long Ge's reaction.

But there was no response.

Disappointed~

"What the hell is this guy Atobe doing! Why doesn't he continue? Even if the opponent has the ability to counter his weakness, Atobe's reaction speed shouldn't allow the opponent to score continuously."

A decisive person like Sanada couldn't understand why Atobe was dithering.

"I think Atobe has other ideas, such as..."

Based on the data collected by Liu and his understanding of Jibe.

He roughly guessed an answer.

Long Ge crossed his arms and still held Ji Bu's coat in his hand.

After hearing what Sanada said, he pressed his temples and his old problem came back.

It seems that they want to enter the seventh game again.

This tie-break maniac.

But can the French prince's wrist really last until then?

Long Ge: "Tie-break."

Liu: "Tickle seven."

The two of them spoke at the same time.

Hearing this answer, Yukimura couldn't help but laugh and said, "That's very Atobe's style."

"But can the French prince hold out until then?"

Liu asked the same question as Long Ge.

Who knows.

All they have to do now is trust Atobe.

"boom!"

"France scores! The score is 30-30!"

The French prince was hitting the ball hard, and he hit it a few steps away from Atobe, scoring again.

The audience cheered for him non-stop.

"Great! His Royal Highness has caught up to the score. There's hope!"

France's Jonard was very happy, as if victory was just around the corner.

The female representative of the French team lifted her long hair that fell on her chest.

"Alas~ That little girl's boyfriend isn't that great, not even as good as me~"

After saying that, he shot electric shock at Long Ge from a distance.

The innocent Jonal blushed and his heart beat fast.

“You…you…!”

I couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

It wasn't until Edgar pushed him aside that he finally caught his breath.

Xi Zheng, a player from the Japanese team, was watching Long Ge's game attentively when he inexplicably got goose bumps.

Rubbing his arms, he felt like he was being watched.

Seeing Long Ge’s little action, Xiao Haidai touched his head.

The air conditioner isn't on either.

"France scores! The game is 5-5!"

"Prince! Prince!"

As the audience cheered, the French prince felt even more detached.

You will definitely win over your opponent!