Prince of Tennis: I am a manager at Hyotei

"What? Long Ge, do you know this person? How is he related to Long Ma?"

Someone came over curiously and asked.

I also heard the name of Ryoma Echizen, I guess I heard it right.

Speaking of Ryoma, Tokugawa also looked over.

Long Ge propped up his head.

"To be exact, it wasn't me who knew him, it was Longma who knew him. It was when I first came to Australia. I think we had a small conflict, but I'm not sure about the details. I was just passing by."

Long Ge tried hard to recall, after all, he was just passing by at that time.

"It's Echizen Ryoma again. He's so lax. He's already made enemies right after arriving in Australia."

Sanada spoke with a serious expression, arms folded, and a cold face.

He spoke in the tone of a patriarch.

"But everyone's calling him Prince, it's quite a grand gesture."

While Irie was speaking, he looked at Atobe strangely.

Long Ge also agreed at this time.

"Yes, riding into the venue on horseback is the proper etiquette for a prince."

Senior Qian looked through the information he had collected.

"His Royal Highness is a genuine French prince, but this seems to be his first official competition."

Continue to look through the information.

"He seems to be the same age as Echizen. The French team has high expectations of him, and they are able to hand over such a crucial game to him."

Senior Qian talked a lot, closed his notebook, and pushed his glasses.

"But even if the other side sends His Royal Highness the Prince, we are not that bad. We have the Ice Emperor on our side."

After saying that, he looked at Atobe meaningfully.

When it comes to the Hyotei Emperor, everyone's first reaction is to look at Atobe.

I want to see the reaction of this Ice Emperor.

The duel between the prince and the emperor is interesting.

Atobe's low laugh rang out, then turned into a loud laugh.

Long Ge couldn't help but move away silently.

A little bit..

You are a bit of a middle school student, Atobe.

The others looked at Long Ge as he moved away with contempt.

Feel everyone's gaze.

Long Ge signaled with his eyes.

"If you can do it, go ahead."

Everyone shook their heads.

At this time, Atobe was still immersed in his own world.

"Prince? Today, let him understand the majesty of an emperor."

After saying that, Tezuka threw the coat he was wearing backwards, and it landed accurately on Long Ge's head.

Long Ge had no time to dodge and was caught off guard by the coat.

Long Ge struggled to get his head out of his coat.

"Why does this scene feel a little familiar?"

Even though he is a little immature, Atobe's momentum should not be underestimated.

After Atobe finished speaking, the audience, members from Hyotei and tennis clubs from other schools.

They all shouted Atobe's name.

Dreaming of the Kanto Tournament and the National Tournament.

It's the same scene.

"Atobe! Atobe! The winner is Atobe! The winner is the Japanese team!"

Listening to everyone's cheers.

Irie looked at Atobe with a smile.

"You're truly worthy of an emperor's pomp and show. You're not inferior to the prince across from us at all. Come on, Atobe."

Atobe raised his arms and snapped his fingers.

"of course."

Then Jibe lowered his arm and pointed backwards casually, with his fingertips pointing at Long Ge.

"The winner is me, and the victor will be the Japanese team!"

Long Ge pointed at himself blankly.

"Should I respond? The winner is Atobe? The winner is the Japanese team?"

Irie chuckled, covered his mouth and turned away.

My shoulders couldn't stop shaking.

"I saw you smirking, Irie-senpai!"

Long Ge’s words were extremely serious.

"Pfft! Sorry, I couldn't help it. Echizen still dotes on him the most."

Long Ge rolled his eyes at his senior in annoyance.

Hear a sound that satisfies you.

Atobe was in a very good mood and strode into the arena.

"Everyone, wait for the trumpet sound of my triumphant return!"

After Atobe finished speaking, the audience cheered even louder and louder.

"Atobe! Atobe! The winner is Atobe! The winner is the Japanese team!"

After the competition, Longma was invited by his classmates in the audience.

Listening to the familiar cheering, a rare smile appeared on my lips.

"As expected, he is still the narcissistic monkey king."

"Ahhhh! Come on! I don't like this senior very much, but for the Japanese team, come on!!"

Tomoka, who came to Australia with Sakurano, cheered for the Japanese team at the top of her lungs.

"Tomoka, you're so excited..."

Sakura looked a little embarrassed and awkward.

Peng Xiang warned her good friend very seriously with a serious expression.

"Sakuno! We're here to cheer for everyone, and we need to let everyone hear us cheering! Come on, shout out your support for the Japanese team!"

Sakurano couldn't refuse and followed her good friend in shouting slogans.

But Tomoka still feels it is not enough.

"Oh right! And Master Longma too. Next time we will go and cheer for Master Longma~"

Tomoka turned her head and looked at Ryoma expectantly.

Longma, with his head lowered and the brim of his hat pulled down very low, sighed.

"Never."

He doesn't want to shout that kind of slogan.

"Hmm~ You have quite the personality, Master Ryoma. Then I, Tomoka, will cheer for Master Ryoma as well!"

As a die-hard fan of Ryoma, being rejected will not change her love for him.

The next moment, Tomoka, who was rejected, worked even harder to cheer for Atobe in the stadium.

The foreign friends around me were stunned.

I've never seen such a passionate Asian girl.

Sakurano was so shy that she didn't know how to persuade her friend to calm down.

Among them, Sakurano, Tomoka and two other classmates didn't have any opinion about Ryoma joining the American team.

At most I feel a little regretful.

But Ryoma left the Japanese team and joined the American team.

Horio has a sad face every day.

"Humph, if I had known you would join the American team, I shouldn't have brought you soda!"

Katsuro wondered, "What's the connection? Even if Ryoma goes to the American team, we'll still be friends. Now it's just a test of the seniors and Ryoma's skills! I'll be happy no matter who wins."

"Ahhhh! This is different!"

Horio's hair is almost bald, and he looks like he can't explain it to you.

Horio had seen Ryoma practice hard in the training camp, but in the end he went to the American team, and in some sense he was very unwilling to accept it.

"I also think Katsuro is right. Besides, it's Ryoma's freedom to go wherever he wants. I see that Ryoma is very happy in the American team."

Katsuo also thought it was nothing, as long as Ryoma was happy.

Seeing that everyone was leaning towards Ryoma, Horio became even more furious.

"Oh! You don't understand!"

"Hori, stop talking, you're making so much noise!"

Tomoka felt a headache listening to Horio's mumbling.

"You're the one making the most noise!"

Horio, unable to find a way to vent his anger, started yelling at Tomoka.

But Pengxiang refused to give in, and the two of them chattered, attracting a lot of people's attention.