Prince of Tennis: I am a manager at Hyotei

Long Ge was still lost in his memories.

Nanjiro once again tried to escape.

Once again, he lay back on the hospital bed under the coercion of Long Ge's eyes.

"Don't bother. It's useless to go. You'll be sent back anyway. Besides, Reinhardt probably won't ask me to play one-on-one."

Peel an orange and hand it to Nanjiro.

Nanjiro turned his head away in disgust.

"Long Ya bought it, right? Can't he buy something else to eat? It's almost been marinated by the oranges."

I'd be kind enough to peel it for you, but don't.

If you don’t want to eat it, I’ll eat it myself.

Nanjiro said that.

But the body is honest.

Reach out for it.

The thing has already entered Long Ge's mouth.

He smacked his lips and found it quite sweet. No wonder Long Ya loved it so much.

When can I stop eating food with the skin?

Nanjiro's hand stopped in mid-air, helplessly looking at the eldest daughter who was "taking care" of him.

Long Ge: ...

Didn't you say no?

"Wait, I'll peel one for you."

Despite Long Ge's comfort, Nanjiro still felt uneasy.

I always feel uneasy and have a bad feeling.

But what Long Ge cares about most now is Medanore.

After the match with Long Ya, I was able to continue the competition as usual.

worthy of study.

"Let's talk about the situation with Medanore.

If, as you said, Medanore and Long Ya had a match, then why is Medanore not affected at all now? "

Nanjiro sighed.

"That's what I want to tell you about this. Have you noticed that the feeling you get when you see Medanore is different every time?"

Long Ge nodded repeatedly.

It turned out to be not her illusion.

"Medanore is different from you. He was once consumed by Long Ya, but tennis has been engraved in his life.

He was unable to play tennis for a while, which led to him going to extremes. By the time I understood the situation and wanted to help him, it was too late.

"Then how did he manage to play basketball again?" Long Ge asked puzzledly.

Nanjiro slowly sat up straight, his expression becoming serious. "This is about a special ability. He found a way to recall the tennis images in his memory. Although this method is dangerous, it has restored his strength."

"Danger? What danger?" Long Ge's eyes widened.

"He achieved that state by sacrificing part of his own vitality. If this continues, his life span will probably be greatly shortened." Nanjiro frowned.

Long Ge was silent for a moment after hearing this, "Then we can't just watch him destroy himself like this."

"That's right, so we have to find a way to stop him, maybe starting with the tennis images in his memory." Nanjiro clenched his fists.

Just then, the door to the ward was pushed open, and Long Ya poked her head in. "What are you talking about? The atmosphere seems very heavy."

Long Ge looked at Long Ya, then at Nanjiro, and said firmly: "No matter what, we must help Medanore." Nanjiro nodded in agreement.

Long Ya walked into the room and was surprised after hearing what they said, "Help Medanore? He's a rival."

Long Ge shook his head. "But he has come to this point because of his love for tennis. We can't just sit back and watch."

Long Ya scratched his head, thought for a moment and said, "Then what should we do?"

Nanjiro said, "First, we need to gain a deeper understanding of what the tennis images in his memory contain. Perhaps they hold the key to untangling his knot without consuming his vitality."

So the three decided to find an opportunity to watch Medanore's training. When they quietly came to the training ground, they found that Medanore's condition was