Prince of Tennis: I am a manager at Hyotei

"Shut up, let's get started."

The members of Seigaku who were watching the match all gasped. You know, when they were playing against Ryoma, they almost hurt Ryoma with their rackets.

Akutsu has really changed.

"Excuse me, Coach Ryuzaki, our players are a little socially awkward."

Not good at socializing?

Coach Long Qi's mouth twitched. This Long Ge was really good at making excuses for people.

"Long Ge, you now give me the same feeling as Yamabuki's companion, making me irritated."

Especially that expression and the way he spoke!

Long Ge ignored it and said, "Oh, don't say that, I'm telling the truth."

People?

The Hyotei members collectively shuddered.

This guy's acting like a spoiled brat is killing me.

Akutsu's on-field performance was more perfect than before in Yamabuki, and his playing style was no longer the kind of reckless attacking style.

The training went to such an extent that even Coach Ryuzaki was shocked.

This little girl might be able to teach Akutsu to be even more powerful than Ryoma.

Nanjiro, you must be feeling pressured. You might even be overtaken by your own niece.

With such explosive power, Qingxue was worried about Kawamura.

Ryoma looked at Akutsu on the field, then glanced at Ryuge in the coach's seat.

"It's so similar."

Taocheng was the closest. "What do you mean? Eh? Echizen, where are you going again? Really, this brat always takes matters into his own hands."

Fuji also said meaningfully, "Let him go, Kawamura's game should be over soon."

"Huh? Why are you saying that, Fuji-senpai? No, first-years! Come on!"

Taocheng, who had no chance to play, put all his energy into cheering for his teammates.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't change the outcome of the game. Even if Kawamura hit a wave ball, he would still lose the game.

Even though Akutsu won the game, he didn't show much joy.

"To use your little brat's words, it's not even close."

"A…Kyujin."

"Sorry, Coach..."

Coach Long Qi comforted him, "It's okay. I didn't expect Long Ge to use this card."

The score is 2-1, and it depends on the result of the second singles player.

"Thank you for your hard work, Akutsu-senpai."

This should be the first time that Long Ge called Akutsu "senior", but the other party.

He was very aloof, ignored me and just walked out of the arena.

"Akutsu-senpai! Where are you going again?"

Minghu rarely spoke and called out to Taiyi who was about to chase after him.

"Taiyi, don't worry about him. His match is over. You should just watch the game."

but…

Taichi looked at Akutsu walking away and sighed silently.

"Taiyi, don't worry about him. Just watch the game and you'll learn a lot. Karaichi, haven't you woken up Jiro-senpai yet?"

"No."

Singles match number two was about to begin, but Jiro was still sleeping soundly.

The referee also raised a question, "Hyoei, are your players still able to compete?"

"You can compete. It will be quick. Excuse me, referee, Fuji-senpai, please wait a moment. It's just Jiro-senpai's old illness."

Fuji said warmly, "It's okay, I can wait."

Drop the chain at the critical moment.

"Hey! Senior Jiro, wake up quickly, the game is about to start."

no response…

Long Ge grabbed Jilang's ear and shouted, "Senior Jilang, Jilang, Jilang wants to treat you to cake. You can eat as much as you want!"

Hey, cake~

There was a reaction, but not much.

Jilang smacked his lips, muttered "cake" and chuckled twice.

Still having sweet dreams?

Looking at Atobe, he shrugged, indicating that there was nothing he could do.

"Hawachi, throw this fellow Jilang into the arena for me."

"Yes."

Atobe is not as doting on Jiro as Ryuge is. He is direct and simple and asks Karaichi to throw him into the arena.

After falling down on his butt, Jiro was dazed and hadn't figured out what was going on yet. He only knew to hold the racket tightly in his hand.

I didn't expect Atobe to be so simple and crude.

"Um, classmate, are you okay? Can you get up and compete?"

The referee couldn't stand it.

Jiro yawned and rubbed his eyes.

He noticed Fuji Shusuke who had been waiting for a long time on the opposite side.

In a metropolitan tournament, Jiro defeated Fuji Yuta in fifteen minutes.