Prince of Tennis: I am a manager at Hyotei

"Go mee, go mee, poof."

Niou raised his hands in surrender, a smile on his face.

There is no sign of remorse.

Long Ge's expression was serious. He really couldn't stand Senior Renwang's personality.

He loves playing tricks on people.

But..

Thinking back carefully...

The usual Atobe seems to be... just like this...

Long Ge fell into deep thought for a moment.

Is it because I have too strong a filter for Atobe?

"Hey, you, no matter who you become next, you won't score a single point against me. I've already engraved your Japanese team's information in my mind."

In Polk's mind, as long as they played, they might not lose this game.

She was here to prove it.

Polk is wary of Nioh's ability to transform into anything.

She has memorized the tennis and habits of every member of the Japanese team.

Of course, the girl in front of me is no exception.

Maybe the information I know about this girl is different, but she can completely update and complete her information through this competition.

Long Ge came back to his senses from his thoughts, looked at Polk with a serious expression, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Then give it a try."

she whispered.

The game continued, and it was still Schneider's serve. The ball shot towards Long Ge like a bullet.

She is not the type to just hide behind her teammates.

The manipulator's seamless power is all concentrated in his arms.

Take the lead and take on this heavy serve.

A huge force hit the racket and the arm.

Long Ge turned sideways, along with the ball and racket, to alleviate the huge impact of the tennis ball.

Following a backhand return, the ball was given a stronger spin and flew towards Polk.

Polk didn't expect Long Ge to react so quickly, and he quickly adjusted his posture to catch the ball.

Polk finally managed to steady herself and hit the ball back. The ball was incredibly fast, carrying a fierce momentum. Long Ge's eyes flashed, and her feet moved swiftly, once again catching the ball with flawless force. She deftly sliced ​​the ball, sending it arcing through the air and careening toward the corner of the opponent's court. Polk sprinted, trying to save it, but it was just a hair's breadth away. Long Ge scored a point, her eyes gleaming with determination and confidence.

The ensuing match intensified, with both sides trading blows, neither side yielding. Ren Wang, standing aside, also put aside his playful demeanor and carefully observed his opponent. Polk constantly adjusted his tactics, trying to find Long Ge's weaknesses. Long Ge, with his seamless strength and nimble reflexes, resolved crisis after crisis.

Suddenly, Polk hit a tricky crosscourt shot. Long Ge rushed over, but just as she was about to receive the ball, she felt her foot slip. But she persisted, twisting her body in mid-air and barely making contact with the ball with her racket. The ball, with a slight spin, slowly flew towards the opponent's court. Polk was surprised that Long Ge could hit the ball back despite such a disadvantage. She was stunned and didn't have time to catch the ball. Long Ge scored again, and the audience gasped.

However, Polk quickly adjusted her state, and her eyes became sharper. She began to speed up her serve, and each ball came like lightning. Long Ge found it increasingly difficult to cope with it, and made mistakes one after another, and the score was gradually tied. Seeing this, Ren Wang whispered to Long Ge: "Don't panic, I will disrupt her rhythm." After that, Ren Wang began to make all kinds of funny moves on the court to distract Polk's attention. As expected, Polk was affected, and there was a slight deviation in her serve. Long Ge seized the opportunity, concentrated her mind, and won a point with a powerful smash. The score was overtaken again. Polk was embarrassed and angry.