Prince of Tennis: I am a manager at Hyotei

I want to decide the outcome with a game of tennis.

The leader with the big golden slicked back hair immediately pointed at Senior Qian who was wearing glasses in the crowd.

"That guy with glasses is you. If you lose, give me your ball!"

The words "man with glasses" attracted the attention of many people present. Everyone was eager to try it out, but Senior Qian was the only one who silently took off his glasses.

"Hurry up and start, it will be difficult for you to leave after dark."

Ryoma got a pair of glasses from somewhere and lay on the net, urging the high school students on the opposite side to start quickly.

"You're still so pushy, little Ryoma."

As soon as I left the monitoring room, I saw the main stadium. Longma's behavior was still the same as before. It seemed that the shadow of the national competition had long since faded away.

Long Ge lay quietly on the guardrail, his eyes full of interest.

"This is your brother. He really looks like you."

When Rujiang and his companions came over, they saw Long Ge looking at the main court with a smile on his face.

"It's really shameful. He even fought with a middle school kid for the ball."

As he said that, the ghost boss was about to go up and scold the guys who were causing trouble on the court.

Irie patted the ghost boss's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, wait and see how these junior high school students will deal with it. What do you think, Echizen?"

Long Ge leaned on the railing and looked down.

"What do you think is the best way to deal with the militants?"

The game has begun, and Ryoma did not back down at all just because his opponent is a high school student.

The opponent's serve directly knocked Ryoma's hat off.

While the high school students were feeling smug, the junior high school students seemed much calmer.

"That's just some fancy serves. There's no technique involved in those serves. Echizen, get rid of him quickly. We're still waiting to play!"

"Got it, Momoshiro-senpai."

Ryoma calmly hooked his hat up with his racket, then struck the same pose as his opponent.

"That serve of yours is quite interesting. Here's how you play it."

Longma perfectly replicated his opponent's serve, which shocked these high school students.

After easily defeating his opponent, Longma adjusted the brim of his hat and started to act cool, "You're still a long way off."

It was just a simple action, but it made the high school students lose their composure.

Long Ge’s favorite action when wearing a hat is to lower the brim of the hat and stare at the prey quietly.

Realizing that something was wrong, the high school students dropped their jaws and pointed at him in surprise.

The junior high students all thought they were impressed by Ryoma's skills.

One of the high school students saw Long Ge and his eyes moved back and forth between Long Ma and Long Ge.

He squatted down helplessly with his head in his hands.

Here comes another one!

Atobe snorted, "This brat is still the same as before, always wanting to show off. It's our turn now."

It seems that there is more than one person who likes to show off.

Longma's game was over, but many high school students couldn't hold back their anger and challenged others, but they were all defeated without exception.

The junior high school students all showed extraordinary strength.

Coach Saito commented on the game on the monitor with a smile.

"This class of junior high school students is really impressive. That kid is Echizen's younger brother, a first-year student at Seigaku. He's really arrogant. They all look like they're not to be trifled with."

Coach Kurobe stared at the screen and said calmly, "He's not the only one being arrogant. This farce should end."

Coach Saito checked the time and said, "It's almost time. Irie and Oni are down there. They can handle it without us having to intervene."

Seeing the high school students being defeated one by one, the ghost boss couldn't bear it anymore.

"It's really shameful for these guys. They are high school students after all, but they can't even win a game."

Long Ge said this, but his expression showed that he was obviously happy.

"They're just trash from the backcourt. If we can't even beat them, then these middle school students really won't be able to survive here."

Irie's words were too blunt.