Prince of Tennis: I am a manager at Hyotei

As expected, nothing can escape Qian's data.

"Alright, alright, stop gathering here and get training!"

Coach Ryuzaki came over to disperse the crowd.

"Nanjiro called me, but I don't have anything to teach you. Look, they're all practicing on their own. If they're not really serious about learning tennis, no matter how much I train, nothing will change."

Looking out the window, I saw people practicing spontaneously on the court.

Seeing that Long Ge was interested, he said, "Let's go and see what new drinks Qian has developed. You can try them."

He thought Long Ge didn't know about Qian's special drink and wanted to fool Long Ge.

Following Coach Ryuzaki's words, "Then I'm really looking forward to it."

Coach Long Qi took Long Ge outside the tennis court, and the players who were training stopped and looked over here.

Long Ge greeted them with a smile, "This training is quite interesting."

Qian suddenly appeared behind him, "Oh, really? You can try it too. There's also a special drink I made."

Qian took out a cup of strangely colored drink and presented it to Long Ge.

The young students behind him trembled slightly.

Long Ge brought the drink closer and sniffed it, "Are you sure this is drinkable? I'm not expecting to see a Bodhisattva suddenly."

Sure enough, it was a bit too cruel for girls. Ying Er couldn't help but want to remind Long Ge, but after smelling it, Long Ge drank it all in one gulp.

It's quite flavorful, but not too bad to drink.

They were all observing Long Ge's facial expression and found that he didn't get the reaction they expected.

"That's still a long way off. When she was in the US, she loved drinking all kinds of vegetable juices. This is a piece of cake for her."

Longma pushed his hat up and spoke in a dragging voice, as if he were drinking.

Coach Ryuzaki also looked at him as if this kid was truly terrifying, yet he managed to drink it without batting an eyelid.

“The taste is a little bit poor, and the color is not satisfactory. It can be improved. You can add something else to it to make it delicious and beautiful.”

After drinking, Long Ge gave very professional comments and made appropriate suggestions.

"Oh~ Let me record what specific things can be added." Qianlai became interested. It was the first time that someone gave him suggestions. It was rare to see such a rare thing.

"No! No! You're not allowed to discuss this kind of thing. Who wants to improve it? You're not allowed to do this kind of thing!"

The entire stadium was filled with Eiji's helpless rage. He shouldn't have felt sorry for her just now!

"Oh, by the way, Long Ge, do you want to come in and help with the training? The rules are simple. If you defeat your opponent within five goals, the loser will have to drink my special drink!"

"No! No way!"

Long Ma was the first to object. He knew Long Ge's strength very well. If she came, she would have to drink this special drink!

"invalid objection!"

Seeing Longma's reaction, Qian knew he had found the right person.

He took off his school uniform jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and took the borrowed racket. "Well, I'm going to start."

"That's an outswing serve? As expected of siblings, but it won't work on me!"

Eiji confidently reached the return point and swung his racket with assurance, but hit nothing.

"Eiji-senpai, you don't stand a chance."

The ball landed on the other side, and Yingji was dumbfounded again. How could this happen!

The other Seigaku players outside the court were also watching this ball very seriously, "This is not an outspin serve."

"It's called a mirage. I'm just imitating the posture of an outspin serve. My sister has superb ball control."

This was the first time that Longma gave a live commentary.

After drinking the dry special drink, Ying Er died!

"Then let's go to the next one."

"That goal just now was really interesting." Bu Er looked at Long Ge opposite with a smile.

"Interesting, isn't it? I'll show you something too."

As expected, Fuji failed to catch the ball.

"Senior Fuji, you don't stand a chance either." Long Ge, holding the dry juice, looked like a devil.

Throughout the entire training session, the tennis court was filled with people.

"Minister Tezuka, why don't you come and give it a try?" Long Ge looked at Tezuka outside the field with a smile.

"Well... I don't need that. Let's stop here for today's training."