Prince of Tennis: Ryoma's sister in Hyotei

After several rounds of negotiations, Long Ge was still able to cope with the current situation.

On the surface, Long Ge could handle it with ease, and even surpassed Long Ya in skills.

However, Long Ge saw the relationship very clearly.

These are just superficial phenomena.

Long Ya enjoyed this game of teasing her sister, with a playful smile on her lips.

He didn't care about the score at all and acted as if it was none of his business.

This also made several members of the American team very anxious.

Although I know that Long Ya is not the kind of person who would deliberately let someone win.

But now the game is almost halfway through, and considering Long Ge’s terrifying strength, I’m really afraid that Long Ya will end up in trouble.

"How long is this Long Ya guy going to play? I'm so anxious! I'm so anxious!"

Dudu rubbed his curly hair anxiously, making his hairstyle look even more frizzy.

"Hey, why are you in such a hurry? It's still early for the game, right, Ryoma?"

Chico couldn't bear to watch it anymore and stopped Dudu from beating him violently, and tried to comfort him.

By the way, I would like to mention Longma, who was completely fascinated by the show at this time.

It's not just about marveling at my sister and brother's skills.

He was even more lost in thought because he was enveloped by a strange feeling.

"Hey, hey, why is even Ryoma like this?"

Qi Ke felt helpless and felt that Long Ma was also worried.

His eyes fell on Avril, who was also looking anxious on the field.

I can't help but sigh.

"Oh~ That's great, Avril. You don't have to do anything to play. It's so relaxing."

Looking at her, she looked anxious and conflicted.

Qi Ke didn't understand what she was struggling with.

"But this is the most painful thing."

Alan made an objective analysis from the side.

“This situation is the most challenging for the players, as they can only watch but cannot intervene.

If it were you, would you be happy?"

Reinhardt threw the question to Chico.

Put yourself in their shoes.

Chike shook his head violently. No! No!

I can’t bear the thought of it.

It is more reassuring to have the racket and tennis ball in your own hands.

"Now is not the time to think about these things! Long Ya is going to lose!"

Dudu squeezed into the crowd, grabbed the nearest Chico and shook him hard.

"In your eyes, this is all Long Ya is capable of. Be careful not to let him know your thoughts, otherwise you will be in danger."

Reinhardt remained calm and did not show too much worry.

Dudu thought that if Long Ya knew that he was at a disadvantage when comparing him to Xiaoge, that guy would definitely explode.

Just shrink your neck and pretend he didn't think anything.

When people are unlucky, whatever they fear will come true.

The moment Dudu raised his eyes, he met Long Ya's gaze as she returned the ball.

A chill ran down my spine.

Dudu shook his head desperately, indicating that he was not thinking about anything.

Long Ya snorted coldly and continued to devote herself to the game with her sister.

"If I don't put in a little effort, I'll be looked down upon."

The moment Long Ya fought back, her body tilted slightly to the left. Long Ge, who saw the details clearly, would not be fooled.

That's the downside of sibling rivalry.

It's easy to anticipate what tricks the other party is trying to play.

There is no expected return route.

A high lob was something no one had expected.

Long Ya reacted at the speed of light, retreated sharply, then used her legs to exert force and jumped up.

Anticipating his opponent's quick reaction, Long Ge subconsciously gripped his racket tightly, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Long Ya's leaping posture and the movements that followed.

The Japanese team was a little confused.

"this is not…"

"Atobe's Waltz of Destruction?"

Everyone looked over, and Atobe was still sitting there calmly, not responding to their friends' questions.

"Hey, hey, hey, Long Ge didn't go to meet that person alone, did she? Say something!"

Seeing that Tezuka completely ignored him, cold sweat broke out on Shinobu's forehead.

No, no, Yukimura was suppressing his unrealistic thoughts.

Although it is one of Atobe's signature skills, he is not the only one who can use it with ease.

Suddenly, a bad thought arose in Yukimura's mind.

"Could it be... This is ridiculous!"

Sanada was furious.

He probably guessed some of the developments.

I don't quite agree with Long Ge's approach.

Playing against such a dangerous person puts yourself and the Japanese team in danger.

How immature! Long Ge!

"What? What? What's going on?"

Kirihara was unaware of the situation, and Xiao Jin ran around like a badger in a melon field.

But no one explained it to them.

Long Ya used some force and successfully hit Long Ge's wrist, but failed to knock her racket down.

Long Ge turned her wrist, revealing the handle of the racket. The ball actually did not hit her wrist.

Being bounced away by the racket handle, Long Ya was forced to jump again at this position and height, as if to complete the steps after the Waltz of Destruction.

A fierce smash came, and Long Ge faced the challenge and made a close-range smash, which took the point right under Long Ya's nose before it even hit the ground.

"The Japanese team won this game. The score is now 3-1. The Japanese team is leading!"

Amid the referee's excited reading, Long Ge turned around handsomely and said something.

"Nothing more than that. Not as powerful as a useless person like me."

The moment they turned around, the voices of the audience cheering for the Japanese team and Long Ge resounded throughout the venue.