Prince of Tennis: I am a manager at Hyotei

"But, let's put it this way, what's the point of being reliable?

The two main players of the Japanese team are unable to play, so it is unlikely that this person will be able to compete with Raffl.

Maybe... Hey, Ryoma, if Koge comes on stage, maybe we can give it a try."

Dudu put his hands behind his head and spoke lightly, as if he had already seen Reinhardt's victory.

In Dudu's mind, there is still a certain gap between Tokugawa and Reinhard.

Longma lowered his head with deep eyes. When he heard Dudu's contempt for Tokugawa, he subconsciously retorted.

"That's different, Tokugawa-senpai is very powerful.

Of course I didn’t mean to say my sister is bad.”

Ryoma's affirmation of Tokugawa was so firm.

Ryoma, who also has a strong desire to survive.

Everyone here is a very good friend of Long Ge, and you never know what you say will reach her ears in the next second.

When they heard Longma speaking for their opponent, Dudu and Chico's expressions changed subtly.

Deliberately using words that are difficult for others.

"Hey, hey, hey, Longma, which team are you from? Why are you speaking for your opponent?"

"Little traitor, little traitor."

Chico said jokingly while hugging Ryoma's neck.

The two men touched her all over and she couldn't break free and could only slap the arms around her neck.

"Let go, let go, the game is about to start!"

The commotion didn't last long.

The game is about to begin.

Chico had no choice but to let go.

On the field, Reinhardt put away his smile because of Tokugawa's words.

“I can see that you really care about Ryoma, but Ryoma’s personality is not suitable for being on the Japanese team.

Fortunately, Longma will win his first world championship under the leadership of the American team."

Reinhardt said this with great vigor.

It seemed as if the championship was already within his grasp.

Suddenly, he looked into the eyes of Long Ge, who used to follow him.

Reinhardt smiled brightly.

The determination in his eyes caught Long Ge's eye.

But on the other hand, the slight smile on Long Ge's lips was fully visible in Reinhardt's sight.

With the sound of the referee announcing the start of the game.

"Japan vs. USA, the singles match between Tokugawa Kazuya and Ralph Reinhardt has officially begun!

Please take your seats, the American team will serve first!"

Reinhardt walked to the serving point.

"I see. She has high expectations of you, too."

Tokugawa's eyes were fixed, and he had already prepared for defense.

His long-term competition experience tells him that no matter who he is facing, he must give 100% of his energy.

Reinhardt's sharp eyes immediately locked onto Tokugawa's weak position and scored the first goal of the game.

A tricky and fast serve came flying towards him, and Tokugawa reacted instantly, moving his feet back and stretching his arms to return the ball.

Even the strange posture did not change the strength and angle of Tokugawa's return.

Reinhardt, who received the ball, became more interested.

He does have some skills.

No wonder Longma can't forget it.

Sure enough, at the moment when Tokugawa completed the impossible counterattack, Ryoma's proud little face showed a smug smile.

This caused Chico to pinch Longma's cheeks hard and speak up for their captain.

"Hey, hey, hey! Who are you cheering for?"

The pain made tears well up in Longma's eyes.

"It hurts! It hurts! Let go, Chico!"

On the court, Reinhardt and Tokugawa were fighting to a standstill.

Outside the stadium, his teammates were in harmony.

Reinhart scored the first point with an unexpected short ball.

While the referee was reading the scores, Reinhardt glanced coldly at the contestant seats.

The crowd immediately fell silent.

"There's nothing we can do. They're just too noisy. Come on, continue."