Prince of Tennis: I am a manager at Hyotei

In a noisy atmosphere.

Fuji chuckled upon seeing this: "Dragon Song's fan club is quite powerful."

Long Ge was too embarrassed to look up, covering his face with his hands, looking quite helpless.

"Fuji-senpai, please stop making sarcastic remarks!"

Atobe slightly raised his chin, looking at a group of people in the audience who were cheering wildly.

Kikumaru and Momoshiro were dressed in exaggerated support outfits, with forehead bands bearing the words "Victory is certain" tied around their foreheads.

They danced and gesticulated wildly in the crowd, their aura no less impressive than the cheering frenzy Suzuki had created.

"Those guys from Seigaku are pretty evenly matched too."

Fuji looked at his several eye-catching bags and his smile widened.

"I was just joking, Atobe is taking it way too seriously."

"Alright, alright, everyone's just cheering for Long Ge, that's a good thing."

Big Stone was busy mixing things up in the middle.

Shinobu whistled lightly from the side and winked at the unknown person.

What appears to be persuasion is actually stirring up trouble.

"Both of them are very protective of their own. If you want to fight, you'll have to wait until the match is over. Luckily, Tezuka isn't on the team right now, so you might be able to win, Atobe."

"Oshitari-kun, please stop stirring up the fire!"

Da Shi suddenly felt a splitting headache.

"...You guys keep chatting, it's more comfortable on the field."

Long Ge rushed forward without looking back.

Da Shi was left alone, looking worried. He stretched out his arms and shouted, "No, Long Ge! You should at least listen to the coaches' advice! Going up like this is too risky, Long Ge!"

The others remained silent, only offering silent encouragement.

The coaches also understand that they have nothing to report now.

During each break, I never communicated much with Long Ge.

No one knows their own situation better than the person involved in the competition.

If there is one, it's only an opponent.

Longa's physical strength was also replenished during this short rest.

Long Ya gave a wicked smile and, with the advantage of serving first, hit a light shot.

Long Ge merely raised his wrist, and Long Ya had already reacted.

"I will score on the seventh point in this game."

In a state of selflessness, one's talent shines forth, allowing one to foresee in advance which ball one will score and how one's opponent will react.

"Don't try that trick on me, do you think it'll work?"

When the power resonates, even Long Ge himself cannot control his actions.

The body's completely instinctive and autonomous actions.

One ball...

Two balls...

Three balls…

...

The seventh goal...

Even by the ninth ball, Longa had failed to fulfill his prediction.

In Long Ge's eyes, Long Ya could see nothing and read nothing.

Changes in techniques.

Centered on the stadium, the air was filled with a salty smell, like the sea breeze carrying the scent of the sea, which spread throughout the entire venue.

Longa's return shot came crashing down like a giant wave.

Long Ge sprinted forward, bending his knees, just before the ball hit the ground.

Switching to the stronger left hand, the pain of the past is gone, and the lines of the left arm are clearly visible when used with force.

The tennis ball made a sizzling sound as it spun around on the racket.

The tennis ball's powerful spin remains undiminished, as if it could break free from the racket's restraint at any moment.

Just as the racket was about to give way, Long Ge lifted his wrist and exerted force.

Before Long Ge could change his posture, Long Ya had already leaped up.

Longge was completely overshadowed by Longya.

This pose…

Long Ge narrowed his eyes, and before he could even think, Long Ya's smash had already landed.

The referee has already picked up his whistle, ready to award a point.

The American team's supporters were already cheering.

Centered on the current dragon song, a whirlwind arose, and the ball that should have fallen backward was swept back.

The principle seems somewhat similar to Tezuka's Tezuka Domain.

"If you want a certain effect, just make it yourself. Can you swallow this, bro?"

When Longya stood steadily on the court, the tennis ball had already landed safely on the baseline, far away from him.