Prince of Tennis: I am a manager at Hyotei

The little guy looked at me reluctantly as I left, and he seemed to be waiting for me to leave.

It was a really fulfilling weekend.

The time for the metropolitan meeting soon arrived, and I spoke to Ryoma on the phone the day before.

Long Ge had no worries at all about the Ice Emperor's match.

On the other hand, Ryoma still remembered the time when Fudomine injured his eyes.

Long Ge even eliminated the regular players who were originally scheduled to play in the metropolitan conference and replaced them with some sophomores, in order to maintain strength.

Surprisingly, neither Atobe nor Coach Sakaki had any objection.

During this period, Jibe also took the official team members to the nutrition canteen he specially set up. Sometimes when Meixi didn't have time, Longge would go with Feng.

By the way, Long Ge also successfully ate Jibe's nutritious meal.

Over time, Jibe's dedicated nutritionist also customized a set of recipes specifically for Longge.

That’s outrageous!

But then I saw that other regular team members also had their own separate nutritional diets, which was reasonable!

That's illogical! I won't be playing! I'm just taking advantage of the situation!

Because of his arm problem, Long Ge no longer hides his love for tennis.

However, most of the time, Long Ge would only take out his racket and practice on an empty court after everyone had finished training.

It had been a week or two since Long Ge had single-handedly challenged the entire first and second grades.

Many people waiting outside did not see Long Ge’s wonderful performance that day, and they all wanted to see Long Ge’s grace.

But he was never seen again, and the rumors that were previously circulating were also cut off by Tsuchiya.

Because Long Ge mentioned it in front of him, she felt a little troubled. She turned around and ordered her subordinates to deal with it.

Originally, the official team members were still practicing that day, and Long Ge, who should have left long ago, was in the deserted second-grade training ground.

A freshman who was deliberately targeted by others because of his slow movements saw a scene that changed his entire junior high school life.

Long Ge held the racket with his right hand and threw three balls at the same time with his left hand.

"Snapped!"

The sound of rackets hitting rackets, three balls were hit out at the same time, hit the obstacle on the opposite side and bounced back, and then were hit back by Long Ge at the same time.

He just stared at the scene blankly, not even noticing that the thing in his hand fell to the ground.

However, the sound also attracted Long Ge's attention.

He caught the three balls steadily with his racket and turned around to walk over.

The boy suddenly became nervous, "Hello, Echizen-senpai!"

"First grade? Why don't you go back?"

Shouldn't all the students except the regular team members have gone back by now?

The boy was a little nervous and stuttered a little, "I...I was too slow. Everyone went back. I...I was cleaning up last."

Long Ge picked up the kettle and refilled it with water. "Can you serve?"

What? The boy was a little confused.

Asking me if I can serve? My brain is almost spinning.

"meeting!"

"Come in and practice with me. Just serve the ball." He picked up a towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

It's so hot.

"Yes!"

The boy is also a new student in the school. He has not been in the tennis club for long and spends most of his time doing odd jobs.

But he was very smart. After watching the serving games of the second grade students, he secretly memorized them and learned the postures quite well.

However, since I have never actually competed, there is still a big gap between theory and practice.

Because he was too nervous, the boy missed several serves.

Her hands began to shake uncontrollably, "Senior, I...I might not be able to do this."

He had seen Long Ge challenge those sophomores alone, and the shocking words he heard made him determined to stay in the tennis club. Even being isolated because of his slowness could not shake his determination.

Naturally, Long Ge noticed the boy's performance.

"Throw the ball up."

"What?" When the boy reacted, "Yes!"

Throw the ball high up according to Long Ge's request.