Prince of Tennis: I am a manager at Hyotei

While everyone was immersed in the joy of victory.

Reinhardt came over to congratulate the American team, who won the runner-up title.

Of course, they didn't just come to offer their congratulations.

"We thought we were going to win this World Championship, but you ruined it."

I wish I had dragged you over there.

"With the three siblings together, the American team is invincible. It took me a lot of persuasion to convince Longa to join."

Reinhardt winked at Long Ge and made a joke.

"There's nothing I can do, I'm just too strong, aren't I?"

Long Ge stood with his hands on his hips, exuding arrogance, and spoke in a lighthearted tone.

"Hmph, that's a real pity. It just won't happen. The reality is that the Japanese team won."

"Hmm? Where's that kid?"

The Byodoin had a lukewarm attitude toward Reinhard, who had poached two of his key lieutenants.

Not only did she "steal" the two brothers away, but she also had her eye on his only son.

Hearing Byodoin's questioning tone, Ryuga kept glancing at the American team.

It seems that I haven't seen that figure since the match ended.

Long Ya...

Long Ge still thought about it.

"He said he had to leave first. Congratulations, sis."

Ryoma, with a ball bag on his back and one hand in his pocket, held up a bottle of orange juice and approached Ryoma.

The little guy's adorable, conflicted expression could soothe all of Long Ge's worries.

Just as Ryūka was about to extend his evil hand, Ryūma finally matured after going through hardships.

Several rounds failed to bring Long Ge to his advantage.

Duduqike clapped happily on the side. Ryoma finally stood up and got rid of Xiaoge's "shadow".

Upon seeing this, Long Ge's lips twitched, and he gave Long Ma a resentful look. The next second, Long Ma obediently offered himself up.

The resentment has now been successfully diverted.

"Why bother with all that? Why not just let your sister handle things?"

Atobe made sarcastic remarks from the side.

Long Ge enjoyed his recharging session with a clear conscience.

Many teams that had played against him came to offer their congratulations.

In the lively atmosphere, someone started the conversation, saying that how could we not celebrate on such a day?

Although they didn't win the championship, it didn't hinder their friendship.

The competition was over, so the coaches naturally let these guys have their fun.

In particular, many of them are highly self-disciplined, so there's absolutely no chance of anything going wrong.

They had agreed to celebrate, and several wealthy young men discussed using that place as the venue for their gathering.

On the other side, Atobe Tatsumi had already prepared a plan. Before the competition even ended, he had already made arrangements to book an entire star-rated hotel for the children to celebrate.

Everyone happily set off towards their destination, but one of the main characters in the incident was nowhere to be found.

Atobe kept waving his phone until a text message came from the other end.

He frowned slightly, then relaxed, and casually put his phone back in his pocket and walked away.

"Let's go, Kabaji."

Kabaji glanced at the empty space behind him, then followed.

"Yes."

Outside the venue, two figures moved freely through the crowd.

The two of them swaggered among the reporters.

There's no way around it; Asian faces all look the same to these foreigners, and they can't tell them apart if they change their clothes or hairstyle.

They waited for a long time with long guns and cannons, but they still didn't see the person they wanted to see.

They even saw that the two people were of Asian descent and asked them when their respective teams would be coming out.

Long Ge naturally enjoys helping others and is happy to answer their questions.

Receiving a thank you made me feel much better.

Long Ge adjusted the frame of his sunglasses, turned around, and made a sarcastic remark.

"I really don't know what these people are waiting for, they're making quite a show of it."

Ryoma, wearing a hat and with his head down, sipped his drink listlessly and yawned boredly.

"Who knows? By the way, where are we going?"

Two guys with extremely poor sensitivity.

Ryoma was still thinking about his party; he was sure there would be lots of delicious food, and just imagining it made him think it would be amazing.