Prince of Tennis: I am a manager at Hyotei

To this day, Irie's strength remains a mystery.

But his ability to see through people's hearts is really shocking.

Even the match at the training camp, whether it was against myself or against the same team.

Long Ge had reason to suspect that Rujiang was acting, and that even Rujiang himself could hardly tell the difference.

She saw the little movements of Irie and Byodoin before they went on stage.

Long Ge curled his lips.

"Who knows? God knows whether he is acting or serious."

Irie's active performance on the court made Atobe frown deeply in the locker room.

This guy really hides his strength.

"Humph."

Irie's performance was flawless and he controlled the rhythm of the game.

But as time went on, Tasta gradually felt that he seemed to have figured out Irie's routine.

Tasta, who thought he had figured out the routine, began to change his batting style, and the ball path became sharper.

On the court, Irie missed the return ball again and again, and made himself look very embarrassed.

Tasta looked down at Irie who was lying on the ground with some arrogance and mocked him.

"It seems that your strength is not that great, but Byodoin is willing to let you compete."

Irie vented his anger as he wished.

He kept pounding the ground and muttering to himself.

Long Ge held a cup of drink that he got from somewhere in his hands, took a few sips through a straw, and then began to comment.

"I'm tired of this show. This trick has been used many times. Isn't there any new creativity?"

Two data geeks off the court kept writing in their notebooks and nodded in approval.

The ghost boss responded very respectfully.

"You might be tired of watching him, but he might not be tired of acting. How can you know what he's thinking?"

"oh.."

As soon as I opened my mouth, I felt something was wrong, something was very wrong, it felt like I had been punched in the stomach, it was awful!!

Long Ge picked up the drink in his hand and turned it around but didn't see any label or anything.

Could it be that the opponent wanted to plot against her?

Until you lift the bottle, you will see a small "Qian" character at the bottom.

Long Ge: “…”

The big thing is bad!

How did this thing get in here?!

As Ghost Boss heard Long Ge's voice gradually fade away, he unconsciously looked back.

Then I saw Long Ge’s face turning greener and greener.

"Hey! Echizen, what's wrong with you?"

When the others heard the ghost's question, they all turned around.

I saw Long Ge covering his throat with one hand and his stomach with the other.

Her throat! Her stomach! It was burning!

This wasn't the vegetable juice she was familiar with! Judging by her taste, there was definitely more than just vegetables in this juice. It was definitely a biological weapon!

Long Ge rushed out under the concerned gazes of others.

The drink on the seat fell to the ground, and an indescribably colorful liquid flowed out.

Tell people to stay away.

"This color! It must be Qing Xueqian's thing, right? Why is it here?"

Mu Shou's face changed when he recalled the smell and he kept backing away.

"Hmm? What a weird color. I'm curious what it smells like..."

Daqu expressed curiosity about this strange liquid.

Mu Shou spoke up to stop him, "Senior Daqu, I advise you not to be curious. This is something even more powerful than bitter melon juice!"

"Is it serious? Should we take Echizen to the hospital? Is it okay to run away like this?"

Watanabe looked worriedly in the direction where Long Ge ran, but there was no sign of him anymore.

The bottle rolled to the feet of Byodoin. Byodoin squinted his eyes and saw a small "Qian" character exposed at the bottom, and stepped on it.

After watching the whole process, Qian knew that he had caused trouble and cold sweat began to appear on his forehead.

Liu beside him was very calm.

"It seems the formula needs improvement. Even Long Ge can't stand it, let alone others."

Liu was calm. He flipped through the page with the recipe and put a small x on the bottom.

The person next to me was shaking uncontrollably.

Liu asked concernedly, "What's wrong with you, Doctor?"

Qian forced out a smile that was uglier than crying: "No...it's okay..."

The person is still here, but the soul is about to fly away.

Long Ge ran out and lay on the toilet and vomited everything.

I felt much better immediately after vomiting out everything in my stomach.

"Luckily, I have an unusual sense of taste. If it were anyone else, they'd probably have their stomachs pumped out. Ugh!"

Long Ge retched again until he could vomit nothing, then he walked out of the bathroom listlessly.

"Senior Qian, I will never let you go."

Long Ge covered his stomach, held the wall with one hand and walked out to the hall outside the players' lounge.

The match between Japan and Switzerland was being broadcast live in the center of the hall.

"Drink."

Longma appeared in front of Longge with a bottle of orange juice.

Deliberately kept a distance.

Afraid of my sister's evil hands.

"Of course I have to drink what my cute little brother gives me, but right now...my stomach...can't handle ice cold drinks right now...I won't let Senior Qian go!"

At this time, Long Ge was completely a performance.

He stretched out his hand very weakly, and even the frequency of his hand shaking was just right, and it was completely impossible to tell that he was acting.

"Uh..you" what are you doing.

Before he could finish his words, Longma realized from a closer distance that his sister's face was a little pale, and he became visibly panicked.

"Hmm? Sister, what's wrong with you? I'll carry you to the hospital."

Longma was in a panic and didn't know how to start.

Hearing Long Ma's words, Long Ge felt warm in his heart.

He dragged his "sick body" and pounced forward, wrapping around Longma.

"My lovely little brother is really the most sensible one. He loves me so much!"

After a lot of hard work, Longma finally got this "back spirit" down.

I bought some electrolyte water for Long Ge to drink, and he also drank a few glucose bottles to replenish his energy. Long Ge immediately relaxed.

The two sat together on a bench in the hall, watching the live broadcast of the game on the big screen.

"Akujin..is he okay?"

Long Ge couldn't drink the orange juice anymore, so he put it into Long Ma's mouth.

While asking, I observed my sister's reaction.

Long Ge frowned, looking a little unhappy.

"You care about Akutsu, but you don't care about me! I'm so sad, my brother doesn't love me anymore~ wuwuwu~"

Longma showed an expression of "as expected" and rolled his eyes.

"You should stop hanging out with that Irie-senpai. It's all an act, even the competition."

He pointed to the picture that was being played on the big screen.

After winning two games in a row, the Swiss team finally realized something was wrong. The Japanese team representative suddenly seemed like a different person.

Every ball was in a position he was extremely weak in.

Tasta looked at the opponent in front of him again with a focused gaze.

"A good work must experience ups and downs in order to better capture the audience's attention, right?"

Irie smiled and expressed his opinion.

The camera just happened to capture the smile on Irie's face at that moment.