Prince of Tennis: I am a manager at Hyotei

Long Ge, who came closer, had a captivating feeling. His light words were like a hunter luring his prey, which could lead to it falling into the abyss if one was not careful.

"Atobe, do you want to compete with me?"

Atobe laughed out loud, "That's exactly what I meant! Let me take a good look at the strength of your former professional!"

"Don't cry if you lose, I'm not good at comforting you." Long Ge couldn't stop teasing.

"What are you talking about? How could I possibly lose?"

The two were full of fighting spirit. The driver drove back to Bingdi quickly. The two were so excited that they completely ignored the voices of their teammates.

"What are these two doing? Why didn't they respond when I greeted them? Which school did they get into?" Xiangri said with some dissatisfaction.

"They both look very motivated. What happened? Birchland?"

Oshitari saw that the two of them couldn't even get a word in and were just minding their own business.

"Well... Long Ge is going to compete with the Minister..."

"What! Jilang, don't sleep! There's something interesting to watch!"

How could we miss such rare news?

Soon the news of the two people's competition spread, and more people came than usual to the tennis club practice.

Even the tennis club members put down their practice to witness this historic moment.

Between the injured former professional player and the Ice Emperor, who will be the winner of the game?

Jiro seemed to no longer be sleepy and was leaning on the railing, staring at the developments on the court.

Atobe was the first to change his clothes, pick up his racket and go to the court. He couldn't hide his excitement.

How many times in a lifetime will you be able to compete with your former professional?

Amidst everyone's anticipation, Long Ge appeared with his hair tied up and a hat on. His eyes were calm, as if he had anticipated this day.

"You must have been looking forward to this day for a long time, to compete with me."

That's right, after knowing Long Ge's identity, Jibe was looking forward to the match with Long Ge. No, it should be before that. When he saw the mirage skill for the first time, Jibe made up his mind to have a match with Long Ge.

"Today, I want to see the strength of professional players!"

"The game begins, Atobe serves!"

"Atobe! Atobe! The winner is Atobe! The winner is Atobe!"

"Let's all be enchanted by my beauty!"

Long Ge covered his ears with one hand, stretched out his other hand into the air and snapped his fingers.

"It's noisy."

The originally noisy stadium was now silent, and no one dared to make a sound.

Atobe laughed loudly, feeling that this little girl had learned his essence.

Long Ge generously gave up the serving game.

Atobe held back nothing and started with a Tannhäuser serve. The tennis ball entered the Longge Court and flew close to the ground for a distance.

There are probably not many people in the junior high school tennis world who can catch a ball that is so close to the ground.

But the opponent happened to be Long Ge, who was not a player of the same level as them. He rushed towards him, and his racket left a mark on the ground, and he hit it back easily.

Knowing that this trick might not work, Jibe has activated his insight and can see all of Longge's weaknesses.

It is clear to see Long Ge’s weaknesses, which are the marks left by his injuries. His left side is full of weaknesses!

But Atobe still disdains to use other people's injuries to defeat them.

It felt like Tobe was intentionally avoiding his left hand and deliberately hitting a high lob.

For Atobe, it is an opportunity.

A waltz toward destruction!

A powerful smash was aimed at the handle of Long Ge's racket. Long Ge, seeing through Jibe's intention, reacted quickly, lowering his arm to block the ball that was about to hit the racket.

"What a quick reaction! If it were anyone else, Atobe's waltz towards destruction would have knocked their rackets away, and Atobe would have scored."

Before he even scored a point, he was already forced to use two special moves in succession.

Oshitari tightened his grip on the railing. With this level of strength, he was afraid that when Long Ge competed with him, he didn't even use 30% of his strength.