Prince of Tennis: I am a manager at Hyotei

"Oh no! Oh no! What should I do? What should I do? Ahhhhh!"

Horio, who arrived late, screamed wildly and desperately in the audience.

I originally wanted to go directly to Longma. After all, I gave the racket to senior Longge and I should say hello to him.

Of course the staff wouldn't give him a chance to call him in.

He was really worried to death.

After finally finding the main group, everyone was so immersed in the competition that they didn't even notice he had arrived.

It really made him sad.

No! Now is not the time to be sad!

And even if he goes to find Longma, he can't do anything!

That Spanish team leader is so mean. It was clearly Echizen's brother who defeated him.

As a result, he got into trouble with Senior Long Ge. How abominable!

Now is not the time to worry. If you can't contact Echizen, just contact the Japanese team directly!

Senior Long Ge, wait for me! I will never let anything happen to you!

Horio rushed into the crowd and walked towards the position closest to the contestants' seats.

It felt like I was going to be squeezed into a scumbag in the next second.

Suzuki, who was sitting in the first row, felt a deep sense of resentment behind him and looked back inadvertently.

I saw a boy who was squeezed to the point of being unrecognizable.

The little brain is spinning.

"Ah, you're that... Oh, I remember now, you're one of the three Qingxue followers that Senior Long Ge mentioned!"

Suzuki's little brain worked quickly, and he immediately thought of who the boy in front of him was who was almost squeezed to pieces.

"I've already told you... I'm Horio, a two-year tennis player. Stop calling me that!"

Horio was in such a critical situation, still trying to correct his adjective with his last bit of strength.

Suzuki smiled embarrassedly and made an invitation.

"Well... you must be pretty tired like this. How about this! Come down and watch the game with us."

Suzuki just thought that Horio wanted to watch the game closer, so he made up for his impolite behavior and invited him to watch the game with him.

The two bodyguards around him were very considerate and lifted Horio up from the left and right.

After successfully squeezing out of the crowd, Horio felt like he was finally alive.

Before I could open my mouth to say thank you, I remembered what I was here for.

He excitedly leaned on the guardrail and waved towards the Japanese team's players' seat, trying to attract everyone's attention.

This kind of behavior is typical of a fanatical fan.

Suzuki, who was standing by, was stunned.

"Horio-san is so enthusiastic, but...that's what we should do! Let's put all our energy into cheering for Ryuka-san!"

come on!come on!come on!

....

No, that's where the senior went..."

Infected by Horio's "enthusiasm", Suzuki stood up excitedly and cheered for Long Ge.

But in the blink of an eye, I found that my senior sister had disappeared...

He didn't even notice!

Because the seniors’ competition is so attractive.

He is so derelict in his duty!

Suzuki: "Ahhhhhh! Why is she gone? Senior Longge! Hurry up, contact Brother Jingwu!"

Horio: "Seniors, please look over here! Senior Long Ge has been taken away by the bad guys!"

Suzuki, Horio: "Alas!!!"

Look at each other at the same time.

Suzuki: "What did you say! The senior was taken away?"

Horio: "Can you contact Atobe-senpai? Then go find him right away! I'm afraid it will be too late if you're any later!"

Both of them went crazy at the same time.

Suzuki quickly calmed down, now was not the time to go crazy.

Suzuki took out his work ID, grabbed Horio's collar and dragged him away.

"Wow, how did you get this?"

Horio stared in amazement as someone led him all the way to the contestants' backstage without any obstruction.

“This is given by the organizer, isn’t it convenient?

No, now is not the time to talk about this, we must go find Brother Jingwu to save Senior Sister Longge!"

Suzuki clenched his fists and his eyes were full of ferocity.

If he knew who was causing trouble for Senior Long Ge, he would make them pay!

It’s just that you can’t get to the official competition venue.

The staff would not let them in so easily.

No matter how many times he explained the reason, he would not let them pass.

The two stood at the door for a long time and were not allowed to pass. They had no choice but to wait at the door.

No matter who it is...

Someone come quickly and bring the message in.

It really doesn’t work…

They went and brought the senior back themselves!