Prince of Tennis: Ryoma's sister in Hyotei

The boy was obviously so angry that he pushed the little dragon horse closest to him.

"what!"

The little guy fell to the ground instantly.

Long Ge rushed over to carefully check the condition of the little guy. Seeing the slightly red and swollen knees and the tearful expression, he immediately became unhappy.

He stood up with a stern face, and he hated the behavior of the big bullying the small.

"What are you doing! Is it fun to bully kids? It's a blasphemy to the sport of tennis for someone like you to play."

Long Ge's words seemed to hit the boy's mind, and he immediately rolled up his sleeves and prepared to commit violence.

"call out!"

Long Ya picked up the racket, and a tennis ball hit the boy, forcing him to retreat, and it just happened to get stuck in the iron net behind him.

"You seem to take tennis very seriously, so how about we have a tennis showdown? The winner can use the court freely."

The boy was not stupid. Given the height difference between them, he could easily drive away these little devils.

But...having been a sparring partner, he also wanted to experience the feeling of winning a game once.

He cautiously inquired of the two boys behind him.

The boy sneered.

"Go ahead. I'm glad to let you feel the taste of victory today."

The black boy cheered and decided to perform well. If he did well, they might introduce him to the coach and get better training guidance and opportunities.

"The taste of victory is the taste of failure, let me...Alas!"

Long Ge rolled up his sleeves and pretended to meet his opponent.

The next moment, he was pulled back by Long Ya and thrown next to the little dragon horse.

"Just keep an eye on the little one, I'll be here."

She was pulled aside but still refused to accept it until the little dragon horse gently tugged at the corner of her sister's clothes. It was obvious that she was frightened by what had just happened.

While whispering words of comfort, he turned around and changed his face.

"Long Ya! Beat them up for me!"

Long Ya's hand paused while serving, resulting in a mistake, and the tennis ball almost hit herself.

"Is that what you should call Long Ya? Call me brother!"

The opponent sneered.

"What? You can't even serve a ball. I'll make you cry and go back to your mother later!"

In an instant, Long Ya's eyes narrowed and her gaze became stern.

"Xiaoge, I agree with your proposal just now."

The boy was still smug, believing that he could win easily.

But the little kid in front of him was so stunned by his serve.

An outswinging ball nearly hit him in the face.

He suppressed his fear and frantically found excuses for himself.

Long Ya didn't give him a chance to argue, and subdued his opponent with several similar serves.

Long Ya, who was not able to control the ball well, narrowly avoided danger by brushing past the boy's head several times, scaring the boy so much that he collapsed to the ground.

"What a loser! He can't even beat an elementary school student, and he still wants to get to know the coach through us. How ridiculous."

One of the other blond boys kicked the boy who had just gotten up from the ground to the ground again, causing him to scream miserably.

"Hey, kid, you've got some skills, don't you? Come on, compete with me. If you win, I'll let you keep using this. How about that?"

Long Ya supported the racket with one hand, with an indifferent expression on her face.

"Brother, come on! Come on!"

Little Longma cheered for Long Ya with all his might.

Long Ya was happy to hear the cheers, but the boy on the opposite side took advantage of Long Ya's distraction and hit him with a quick ball, giving Long Ya a warning.

No matter how talented Long Ya is, compared with junior high school students, she is still inferior to her opponents in all aspects.

After several rounds of fighting, the boy had figured out Long Ya's moves.

He laughed inwardly, a beginner is just a beginner, and there is still a huge gap between him and a player who has professional coaches to guide him.

The boy was thinking about how to "teach" the little boy opposite him a lesson.

He glanced at the little kids outside the stadium who were anxiously cheering for him.

and also…

A little girl with dark eyes and a hint of coldness.

It's chilling to watch.