Prince of Tennis: I am a manager at Hyotei

Long Ge wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know how to say it. "Boys have to go through this as they grow up, commonly known as the rebellious period. A beating will do the trick." He said the last part in a voice that only he could hear.

Rebellious period, Longma doesn’t seem to have a rebellious period, no, that should be the rebellious period, a kid who is so annoying!

During the intermission, Ryoma wiped his face with a towel to calm himself down, as if he had thought of something.

When Longma came on the court again, he had recovered to his previous state.

Long Ge knew from Long Ma's condition that he had already thought of a strategy to deal with it.

After seeing this, Long Ge lost the desire to continue watching. He looked at the time and it was time to meet up and prepare to go back to school. There was still a group of people waiting for training at the school.

Qian was quite surprised that Long Ge didn't watch Long Ma's entire game.

"Huh? Don't watch it?"

Long Ge looked at the figure running hard on the court, "There's no need for that. He can't beat the current Long Ma. I should go back, otherwise Atobe and the others will come looking for me again."

"Oh, you're very confident in Ryoma."

That's a must.

Long Ge waved at Qian, "I'm going back. Tell Long Ma I'll be there this weekend."

When Long Ge arrived at the gathering place, he saw that all the Bingdi people were already there, and they were probably waiting for him.

Oshitari leaned against the wall and asked, "Ms. Manager, how was the match?"

"That's certainly interesting. Let's go back to school and train. We need to confirm with the coach about the selections for the match against Fudomine in a few days."

Oh?

Everyone else was wondering why Long Ge was being too cautious as he needed to discuss with the coach to deal with a non-seeded team.

What is there to be afraid of Fudomine, a non-seeded team? I hadn't heard of this team last year, and it only suddenly appeared this year. But I heard that they had a back-and-forth game with Seigaku, so it seems that they are indeed worthy of attention.

Long Ge repeatedly checked the list of players, which included names of second-year players who were not regular starters. He wondered what kind of cards Fudo Summit would play?

Thinking of this, Long Ge picked up the competition list and knocked on the door of Jibe's lounge.

He took a closer look and said, "Coach Sakaki, you're here too. That's perfect. I need to discuss something with you guys about the lineup for the upcoming match against Fudomine."

Atobe knocked on the table, and on it was the list of people who would fight against Fudomine next.

The list includes the second-year students that Long Ge is currently training. In Sakaki's eyes, Coach Sakaki feels that there is nothing wrong with these students being trained by Long Ge and considering their previous matches with the starters.

"You can't compare Fudomine to an ordinary team. This roster needs to be rewritten. They are a team that can compete with Seigaku."

After hearing this, the expressions of Atobe and Coach Sakaki changed.

Atobe said with some disdain, "Taking on an unseeded team is a bit much. When did you become so cautious?"

Coach Sakaki was a bit embarrassed. He was sure of Long Ge's strength, but they had already made their own judgment and decision on the players to play in the game. "But, the list for the match against Fudomine has been submitted."

"Then add the names of the reserve players and the regulars."

Long Ge proposed a solution, but the number of reserve players was limited and it was impossible to replace all of them.

"I will discuss this matter with Atobe."

Long Ge was walking on the way to the practice ground, his brows furrowed, feeling a bit of a headache. If he wasn't careful, something bad would happen.

I don’t know who they will choose as the reserve starting draft pick. Instead of thinking about these things, it’s better to give these guys more training. Maybe we can turn defeat into victory.

Thinking of this, Long Ge returned to the lounge and took out the racket that had not been used for a long time.

He walked over silently, like a ghost, and came behind several members who were practicing in the training ground before the competition. "Hey, everyone is practicing well."

When Sato heard the ghostly sound of Long Ge appearing, he screamed and was so scared that his soul almost left his body.