Prince of Tennis: I am a manager at Hyotei

On the field, before the game even started, Atobe and the French prince had already begun their secret competition.

The scene was full of flames one second ago, and the next moment the French prince saw Sakurano in the audience.

He couldn't help but exude his charm towards her, and reached out his hand towards Sakurano's seat in the audience with an exaggerated expression.

"It's Miss Sakura! You came all the way here to see me, right? I'm so happy to be stared at by such passionate eyes! Miss Sakura, for you, I will definitely win the competition!"

Such a narcissistic look made Atobe sneer.

But the next second, Tebe lifted up his bangs in front of his forehead.

"Xiao Ge, watch carefully and immerse yourself in my magnificent ball skills."

Long Ge: Yes, she is watching us. Can you please not call her name in this situation? It feels a bit embarrassing.

But are these two going to have a tennis match or a charm showdown?

Long Ge felt a little embarrassed to watch.

Irie couldn't stop laughing at Long Ge.

Long Ge had only one thing to say about this.

"Wait for me after the game is over."

They should have a good talk together! (Gnashing of teeth)

in the audience.

Sakurano smiled awkwardly and accidentally made eye contact.

Although I am very grateful to the prince for helping me in the time of crisis.

But she still prefers the Japanese team.

As a good friend, Tomoka immediately realized something was wrong when she saw Sakurano's evasive look.

"There's something wrong with you, is that French prince talking to you? How dare you betray Master Longma!"

Tomoka pointed at her good friend Sakuno with an extremely exaggerated expression.

"No, no, I didn't. We only met once or twice, and Ryoma knows it."

Sakurano hurriedly explained, occasionally glancing at Ryoma who was sitting behind them.

But Longma's eyes were fixed on the two people on the field from beginning to end, and he was very focused.

I didn't pay attention to what the two girls in front were talking about.

"What! Master Ryoma also knows about this? You even went to see Master Ryoma alone without telling me. Why didn't you call me? Sakurano, you're going too far!"

Pengxiang became unhappy instantly.

Horio and the others who were sitting with Ryoma gave him gossipy looks.

"No, because I was lost and I just happened to meet you, right, Ryoma!"

Sakurano was still quite happy. It was great to meet someone she liked who could help her.

Longma did not respond, but just looked at the two people on the field thoughtfully.

"The duel between the king and the prince is interesting."

Ryoma's indifferent attitude made Sakurano feel lost for a moment.

Even with Tomoka's tireless questioning in her ears, Sakurano couldn't concentrate.

The French prince felt heartbroken when he saw Miss Sakura, who looked listless in the audience.

When I looked closely, I realized that the boy in the hat that I cared about was also among them.

"Damn you, hat boy! How dare you make Miss Sakura sad? I'll make you suffer once I finish the game in front of me!"

The French prince made a solemn promise.

"Ah? You want to get rid of me, little brat?"

Atobe, known as the Ice Emperor, is no less imposing than the genuine prince opposite him.

When facing an opponent, no matter how old the opponent is, Tebe will not let his guard down.

He was going to be rude to this kid who was so arrogant in front of him.

"Ok?"

The French prince looked Atobe up and down.

I didn't feel that there was anything that could threaten me.

However, the audience seats were filled with cheers for him, some of which made him pay attention.

"Hmph, no threat at all. Let's get started. I have more important things to do, Miss Sakura! Wait for my triumphant return!"

He looked towards the boy in the hat and they stared at each other.

"After the competition, we'll see who's the better man, Hat Boy, and who's more worthy of Miss Sakura!"

Longma held his head in confusion.

Why is that guy staring at me?

The French prince looked at the audience and talked to himself.

Atobe tilted his head slightly and saw Ryoma with his hat lowered, watching the game.

I immediately understood who the boy in the hat the French prince was talking about.

Then Atobe started laughing uncontrollably.

Pointing the racket at the boy in front of him who was speaking so arrogantly.

"Huh? If you want to defeat that brat, try defeating me first. Whose brother do you think he is?"

Atobe raised his head proudly and spoke with confidence.

Hmm? Whose brother?

The French prince spoke indifferently.

"I don't care whose brother he is. Even if he is your brother, so what? I only know that I have to defeat him and win Miss Sakura's favor!"

When it comes to Miss Sakura, the French prince has boundless energy and exudes charm to the audience.

The French prince's words made Atobe cough twice, and his aura was almost broken.

Atobe turned around with a smile on his face.

"Although I'm not your legitimate brother yet, go ahead and give it a try. I'm not someone you can defeat."

Whose brother?

The Japanese team representatives looked at Long Ge one by one.

Long Ge pretended to be calm.

"My brother, what's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Inuzuka pointed at the tip of Long Ge's ear.

"Your ears are red."

A tennis ball flew out and hit Oshitari's head accurately.

"You're talking too much, Oshitari. Be careful or you won't see the sun tomorrow, and the same goes for Senior Irie."

The look he gave stopped Irie from laughing secretly.

Irie stuck out his tongue.

"Oh, that's scary. I'd better stay away from it."

The game officially begins.

"The game begins, the Japanese team will serve first!"

As soon as the referee gave the order, the atmosphere on the scene suddenly became tense.

The French prince was still gazing at Sakurano in the audience.

"Ms. Sakura, please look at me. Watch me win this match as a celebration for our first meeting!"

Such behavior of not taking the opponent seriously.

Atobe doesn't indulge him.

A Tannhauser serve was the first to test the opponent's ability.

The French prince failed to recover in time and was the first to score a point by Tsuchiya.

"Since you say so, then I will also regard the victory of this match as a gift to celebrate my acquaintance with Xiaoge!"

Long Ge rubbed his forehead.

Actually, you can give other gifts, really..

Looking at the mark left on the ground by Tannhäuser's serve.

The French prince finally began to face his opponent.

With a firm tone, he said, "Oh, so you have some skills. But I'm sure I'll win this game!"

The French prince, who was given high hopes, did have some strength.

After watching a serve like that of Tannhauser that slid along the ground once.

The second ball can react quickly and hit back before the ball hits the ground.

And his ball control is also very good.

This all relies on a strong core developed over many years on horseback, and a physique that allows him to return the opponent's serve with force in any posture.

"Not bad, your highness."

In the audience, Longma watched the game with great interest.