Prince of Tennis: I am a manager at Hyotei

When Atobe saw Ryoma's condition, he felt something was wrong.

"It looks like it's a bit serious. Let's take him to the hospital. We can't waste time here. We can't let her know about this. If that guy knew, who knows what he would do."

Such a brother-con guy.

"No! The seniors are all competing now, so Echizen must remember this. Everyone is waiting for you, Echizen!"

Momoshiro couldn't face this fact, even though Ryoma in front of him couldn't even hold the racket in his hand.

After finally getting this far, how could Taocheng be willing to give up like this?

"Come on, Echizen! I'll get you back to the feeling of competition, and you'll definitely remember it!"

"But...but, I don't know anything about tennis. You must have the wrong person."

Ryoma hesitated, he really didn't know anything about tennis.

Seeing the rejection in Ryoma's eyes, Momoshiro was very hurt, but for the sake of the seniors in the competition, he had to find a way to remind Echizen.

Faced with Momoshiro's fierce attack, the amnesiac Ryoma was helpless. He could only dodge, afraid of being hit by the ball.

"Ryoma!"

Long Ge rushed over and saw his brother being forced to play on the court, trembling as he held the racket.

Longma saw the anxious girl in front of him, and she looked like the same figure from his childhood.

She called out uncertainly, "Sister...sister..."

"Ryoma!"

Holding the frightened Longma in his arms, he must have been terrified.

Being cared for like this by a group of familiar strangers, the concern and eagerness in their eyes cannot be faked.

Finally seeing someone familiar, Ryoma dropped his racket and hurriedly hugged his sister's arm.

"Long Ge? Why are you here?"

Atobe glanced at the people following behind him, and Inuzaka shook his head. There was nothing he could do. She heard that Echizen had lost his memory when he was on the phone, and no one could stop him from running out.

Taocheng was a little surprised. Did he remember it?

"Echizen, you remember Long Ge! Then do you remember me? I'm Senior Taocheng!"

Ryoma was frightened by Momoshiro's momentum and could only shake his head. It was really unbelievable that a group of strangers forced him to play basketball.

"How could this be... Long Ge, please help Echizen! Please think of a solution. The seniors are all waiting for him, waiting for Echizen. We can't give up here..."

Taocheng hurriedly wiped the tears from his cheeks, feeling so powerless.

Ryoma held his sister's hand tightly, relying on her like he did when he was a child.

"No one expected something like this to happen. Ryoma is a stranger to you all now. Forcing him to play basketball like this won't help."

Long Ge's meaning was obvious. She did not approve of Tao Cheng's behavior towards her brother.

Now she is just a sister who simply loves her younger brother.

But now Momoshiro can no longer think of a way to make Echizen remember.

We can only hope that the match will bring excitement to Echizen. Tennis is so important to him, he will definitely remember it!

"Long Ge, I know you're worried about your brother, but this is the only solution right now. As long as Echizen recalls the feeling of the match, he will definitely be able to recover his memory. This match is crucial for him and for Seigaku."

Even Jibe came to persuade Longge, and only Longge would give in.

"Long Ge, you don't want Long Ma to look disappointed after he regains his memory, do you?"

These words touched Long Ge a little.

"Sister...I think...I can try..."

Longma could feel everyone's concern for him. Although he still felt in his heart that they had recognized the wrong person, they looked so anxious, so why not give it a try?

Since Longma had taken the initiative to speak, why should she refuse?

"Okay, then do it, but don't force yourself."

"it is good!"

Longma's eyes suddenly became firm, as usual.

In order to quickly restore Ryoma's memory, he also called on the schools that had previously competed with Seigaku, and all the opponents defeated by Ryoma came to fight him.