Prince of Tennis: I am a manager at Hyotei

Ever since the match with Byodoin Temple, Long Ge has been in a low mood.

Atobe wanted to find an opportunity to communicate with others, but was rejected.

Long Ge lowered his head, exuding a depressed aura.

The match against Byodoin far exceeded her expectations.

It’s not because Byodoin has become stronger.

It's my own ability, my tennis is almost gone.

Long Ge stared blankly at his wrist.

how so…

Is it really Long Ya...

Deep in Long Ge's brain, some memories of his childhood were about to emerge.

It gave her a splitting headache.

“Xiao Ge, now is not the time to give up, even if it’s not perfect.

Your tennis skills are still unmatched by ordinary people, so don't let these things disturb your thoughts."

Atobe gently advised in his ear.

Long Ge slowly raised his head and looked at Jibe with a distracted look. He opened his mouth but didn't know where to start.

My throat felt like it was blocked, and all the grievances and unwillingness were surging in my heart, but I couldn't turn them into words to express them.

Seeing her like this, Atobe felt heartbroken, but he also knew that any words of comfort might seem pale and powerless at this moment.

He patted Long Ge's shoulder and gestured for her to look at a tennis game going on not far away.

"There will be a way. You are Echizen Ryuka, our Hyotei's all-powerful manager."

The match between Ryoma and Akutsu on the field.

Ryoma and Akutsu stood facing each other, and the air was filled with a tense atmosphere.

As soon as the game started, Akutsu launched a fierce attack. He jumped high like a cheetah, his muscles tensed, and gathered all his strength in his arms, smashing the tennis ball hard with his racket.

The tennis ball was wrapped in a whistling sound, like a cannonball fired from a gun, with an unstoppable momentum, heading straight for Longma's blind spot.

At that moment, images of her childhood became increasingly clear in Long Ge's mind. She saw her younger self playing on the court with Long Ya, Long Ya's confident smile and pure love for tennis. Back then, they had no pressure to win or lose, no external scrutiny; they simply enjoyed the joy of tennis.

Long Ge slowly raised his head, looking at Jibe with a distracted gaze. He opened his mouth, but didn't know where to begin. His throat felt like it was blocked, and all the grievances and resentment surged in his heart, but he couldn't express them in words.

Seeing her like this, Atobe felt a pang of heartache, yet he also knew that any words of comfort would be ineffective. He gently patted Long Ge's shoulder and gestured for her to look at a tennis match taking place not far away. On the court, the players competed fiercely, each shot accompanied by cheers and shouts from the audience.

"Did you see them?" Atobe said softly, "Everyone standing on the court has their own lows, but they never give up. They persist because they love it."

Long Ge followed Atobe's lead, watching the figures sweating on the court. Something in her heart seemed to be quietly touched. She once loved tennis so much, giving her all for every match, but now, because of a failure and the fear of past memories, she almost lost herself.

"Atobe, I think I understand." Long Ge suddenly spoke. Although his voice was still a little weak, his eyes were rekindled with light. "My tennis shouldn't be bound by the past, nor should it be denied because of a single failure."

Atobe smiled with relief, "That's right, Song. There are still countless games in your future, and this is just a small episode."

Since then, Long Ge has regained her spirits. She arrives at the tennis court early every day and practices the most basic movements, swinging the racket, running, and catching the ball. During this process, she meets many of her former teammates, who, seeing the changes in Long Ge, offer encouragement and support.