Prince of Tennis: I am a manager at Hyotei

Kawamoto glanced at Long Ge, but there didn't seem to be anything special about him, so he didn't pay any attention to him.

When they arrived at the court, Kawamoto taught Mixi warm-up as usual to prevent cramps while playing later, and then taught Mixi playing techniques and the correct grip.

While Coach Kawamoto was teaching Meixi, Long Ge was also observing the coach. He really needs to be a professional.

Long Ge looked around and found it was a truly professional venue. Just as Long Ge was still marveling at the scene, a few yellow-haired guys came over from a distance, holding tennis rackets in their hands in a nonchalant manner.

Maybe because Meixi and the others are young and look like beautiful junior high school students, he wanted to come over and chat with them.

"You're so lucky to have a beautiful girl. Beautiful girl, do you want me to teach you how to play basketball?"

Frivolous words really make people feel physically uncomfortable.

"Excuse me, sir, this is a court, please don't make trouble here!"

Coach Kawamoto was very responsible. He wanted to scold them and ask them to leave, and tried his best to protect Mixi and the others from being harassed.

Huangmao kicked the tennis basket next to him, and the tennis balls scattered all over the court.

"Which eye of yours saw us fooling around here, huh? Are you looking for death, ugly woman?"

Not satisfied with just saying that, he wanted to reach out and harass Meixi. "I told you, I'm here to teach you how to play tennis. None of the coaches here can teach as well as me."

Long Ge pulled Mei Xi behind him with one hand, "Oh? How good can you teach? I really want to see it. How about you teach me how to play basketball? How about a live lesson?"

Huangmao was more attracted to Long Ge with long hair, as he liked beautiful women with long hair.

"I told you it was the right time to go out today. Now here comes another beautiful girl. Okay, let me teach you how to play basketball. After that, go have a drink with the brothers, hahahaha!"

Long Ge showed a simple smile, "Okay, that depends on how well you teach me. If it's not good, I will be angry."

"Long Ge..." Mei Xi was extremely anxious.

Kawamoto said worriedly, "Little sister, why don't we go to other courts and not get entangled with them."

"It doesn't matter. I'm in a good mood. Let them play with me."

At the start of the match, Huang Mao, in order to show off, directly gave the serve to Long Ge, saying that he would let her go.

To deal with these little yellow-haired guys, Long Ge doesn’t even need to use his other special skills. He can just use the most primitive textbook-like playing method to solve the problem.

A simple serve was used to test the little yellow-haired boy. When the little yellow-haired boy saw such a simple serve, he thought Long Ge was a novice.

But the best hunters often appear in the form of prey, and Long Ge is no exception. He plays tricks on Huangmao repeatedly, keeping him hanging and making him have the illusion that he can win.

"The wind must be blowing in the wrong direction! How could we miss the connection? We were so close!"

The yellow-haired man's defense was broken, and he was embarrassed in front of others. He couldn't even beat this young girl who was just starting out.

The other yellow-haired guys were still laughing at him for not being able to beat a little girl.

"What are you doing? You can't even beat a little girl. If you really want to, let me do it."

Kawamoto was already amazed by Long Ge's textbook playing style, "She's amazing."

Meixi's heart dropped. She had thought they were powerful people, but now it seemed so vulnerable. "Of course! Long Ge is the manager of our school tennis club, of course he's powerful! I thought they were so powerful, but they're so vulnerable! Long Ge, keep going!!!"

The yellow-haired man lost his guard and looked displeased with everyone he met. "Stop making so much noise, you little brat! If you keep making noise, I'll teach you a lesson!"

Ugh, what an ugly face.

"What a shame, you didn't stand a chance."

You dare to threaten Meixi? You're really brave.

Aim the ball at Huangmao's face, throw the ball, and swing the racket in one go.

With a scream, the ball landed steadily on Huangmao's face and he fell to the ground.

The other yellow-haired guys came over in a hurry to check, while Long Ge looked innocent. "Oh, damn, how could my hand slip? Do you want to play a game too?"

No one would believe what I meant by slip of the hand!