Prince of Tennis: Shocking! Hyotei's Demon King is a Yukimura fangirl!

The players switched sides and quickly entered the second game, where it was Oshitari's turn to serve.

Shinobu walked to the service baseline, stood with his feet apart, and gently rotated his racket. His eyes behind his black-rimmed glasses became serious. He tossed the tennis ball high into the air, raised his body weight, and swung his arm down.

"Bang!"

The serve made a deep, powerful impact, and the tennis ball, spinning intensely, traced a sharp arc as it hurtled straight towards the inner corner of the service court.

Fuji quickly adjusted his stance, swung his racket to receive the serve, and the two engaged in a long rally. The ball speed increased with each return from the baseline, the white tennis ball flying rapidly across both ends of the net, and the "thump thump" of the rackets hitting the ball echoed continuously throughout the court.

After several rounds, Shinobu found another opportunity, leaped high, and delivered another powerful high-pressure smash towards Fuji's half of the court.

Fuji's eyes narrowed, and he used the same technique again, leaning back and sinking his body, replicating the Brown Bear's net-falling motion, to receive the smash and return the ball to Hyotei's half of the court.

This time, Shinobu had already anticipated the entire course of this move.

Without the slightest hesitation, he moved laterally again, precisely stepping on the landing point of the return shot. With a deft flick of his racket, he hit the ball once more into the corner of the sideline.

Another point was easily secured by Shinobu.

Fuji stood still, holding his racket, his chest rising and falling slightly, his breathing a little more rapid than before.

A chilling realization slowly surfaced in my heart.

The opponent was always able to arrive at the ball's landing point a step ahead, which showed that they had thoroughly understood the power logic of the ball and clearly knew that the limitation of the entire technique was that the ball's landing point was relatively fixed.

With the brown bear caught, it can no longer give itself a scoring advantage.

Fuji quickly suppressed the chaotic emotions rising in his heart, preventing the feeling of defeat from spreading. Since the "brown bear caught in the net" approach wasn't working, he would switch to another counterattack tactic.

Shinobu can always find his own weaknesses.

In the next round, Shinobu hit a powerful, high-speed topspin serve, the ball bouncing sharply upwards after landing. Fuji seized this fleeting opportunity, stepping forward and slicing the ball downwards with his racket.

"The swallows return to their nests."

The forehand high-speed slice fully utilizes the spin of the topspin ball, sending it flying over the net and plummeting towards the Hyotei half of the court. As planned, the ball would bounce less than 1cm after landing, skimming rapidly forward along the rubber surface, making it almost impossible for the opponent to make an effective return.

An absolutely unbeatable return shot technique.

Hyotei coaching bench.

Hearing the distinctive sound of the racket slicing through the tennis ball, Mochizuki Ryo merely raised his eyelids slightly and glanced indifferently at the ball flying across the court. With just that one glance, he looked away, no longer paying attention to the game.

He took out a handkerchief with a faint lavender scent from his pocket, held the edge of the handkerchief, and gently breathed on the facets of the crystal trophy in front of him, slowly wiping away the thin layer of dust that had settled on the surface of the trophy with the handkerchief.

The crystal facets were polished to an even brighter shine, and the afternoon sunlight reflected off them, creating scattered, seven-colored sparkling spots.

Wang Yueling leaned back in the coach's chair with a relaxed and leisurely posture, her every move exuding an innate composure and elegance.

Having personally experienced countless high-level competitions in his past life, the moves in junior high school level matches were unlikely to stir his emotions anymore. His azure eyes were half-closed, and his fingertips gently stroked the small characters "The Best of Genius" engraved on the trophy base, as he reviewed every detail of Renji's training over the past two months in his mind.

Before the match, when analyzing the opponent's tactics, Shinobu repeatedly reviewed the video of everyone from Seigaku, frame by frame, analyzing the spin, swing angle, and hitting point, and simulating countermeasures over and over again.

Oshino had a plan for this play.

Just as he was thinking about the court, before the swallow returned to its nest and flew over the net, before it could even touch the ground, Shinobu had already rushed to the front of the net and thrust his racket forward.

"Bang!!!"

A crisp sound of the ball hitting the ground rang out.

He intercepted the ball in mid-air before it hit the ground, completely depriving this low-slide gliding move of its power.

Fuji failed to get this point.

Many spectators in the stands murmured in dismay. The atmosphere within the Seigaku camp became even more tense.

After two consecutive failed counterattacks, Fuji's expression grew even calmer. He gritted his teeth, adjusted his breathing, and waited for the next opportunity.

In the third point of this game, both players once again engaged in a baseline tug-of-war. Shinobu's return created a good topspin, and Fuji seized the opportunity, striking again with a perfect "Flying Swallow Returns to Nest" shot. The swing angle, the point of contact, and the spin applied by the wrist were all adjusted to their most perfect state.

The tennis ball traced a beautiful arc over the net and fell towards Hyotei's half of the court.

This time, Shinobu did not rush forward to the net to intercept.

However, he stood calmly in the backcourt, feet apart, racket casually slung over his shoulder, showing no intention of going forward to receive the ball.

His deep blue eyes calmly tracked the trajectory of the tennis ball in the air, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He knew it perfectly well.

Just now, with his previous return shot, he subtly altered the ball's spin vector. That extra layer of sidespin interferes with the power transfer in Fuji's slice. Even if Fuji's swing is perfectly precise, his return shot won't achieve the expected spin.

Just like now.

So you don't need to run around or intercept. You just need to wait quietly for the result.

Hundreds of eyes in the audience were fixed on the little yellow ball flying through the air.

The tennis ball crashed heavily onto the plastic surface.

The expected scene of the ball gliding rapidly along the ground did not occur. After landing, the ball bounced up high, unusually, losing all its strange backspin effect.

Not only that, but it's already too late to turn the tide.

Because Fuji's ball landed outside the sideline of the court.

It's a ball that's out of bounds.

"Out, 40-0, Hyotei is in the lead."

The referee's voice rang out decisively.

Fuji stood frozen in place, his brows furrowed.

His eyes were fixed on the spot where the ball bounced off the ground, his fingertips gripping the racket handle so tightly that his fingertips were frighteningly red with blood.

He was certain that he had been in excellent form during that "Flying Swallow Returning to its Nest" move. The power, the spin, and the trajectory of his swing were all flawless.

This was definitely not my mistake.

But the ball definitely flew out of bounds.

Where exactly did things go wrong? What exactly did Renji do? Countless questions swirled in his mind, and he couldn't find a clue in a short time; his mind was a complete mess.

On the field, Yuushi Oshitari.

He slowly twirled the tennis racket in his hand, his wrist deftly spinning in a beautiful arc, the racket frame gleaming coldly in the sunlight. His other hand reached into his sweatpants pocket, casually pulling out a brand-new yellow tennis ball, pinching it between two fingers, and nonchalantly tossing it up and down a couple of times.

His gaze passed over the net and landed on Fuji, who was still confused on the other side. A playful glint appeared in his eyes, and the smile on his lips spread wide, exuding the pride and confidence of a genius player.

"It's a bit too early to be surprised now, Fuji-kun." His voice, clear through the net, reached the other side's ears with a relaxed and carefree tone, without a trace of tense competitive pressure. "There's more to surprise you later. Why don't you calm down and enjoy the game?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he bent slightly, placed the racket in his right hand in front of his left chest, and gracefully performed a brief gentleman's bow. The playful look in his eyes behind his black-rimmed glasses quickly faded.

He straightened up, turned, and strode towards his service baseline. His hand gripped the new tennis ball firmly in his palm, his knuckles tightening slightly, and the focus of the battle once again enveloped him.

A murmur of discussion erupted in the stands.

In the Rikkai area, Niou rested his elbow on the bleachers railing, his silver braid swaying gently as his head moved. He raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes fixed on Shinobu in the stadium.

"Wow, wow." Niou whistled softly, his tone full of surprise. "How did that guy Shinobu do that shot? I don't understand it at all."

Kirihara was squatting on the steps, opening a bag of potato chips and sharing it with Kabaji, the packaging rustling. Hearing Niou's words, he suddenly lifted his messy, seaweed-like hair, his face full of great confusion.

"Wasn't that shot just now a mistake by Seigaku Fuji himself?" Kirihara blinked, still chewing on potato chip crumbs, and asked indistinctly.

Upon hearing this, Niou chuckled, his shoulders trembling slightly. He leaned to one side, resting most of his weight on Yagyu's shoulder, a sly smile in his eyes, and turned to look at his doubles partner.

"Hiro, what do you think? Do you also think it was just a mistake?"

Yagyu pushed up his flat, round-framed glasses, the lenses reflecting the scoreboard above the stands. He nodded slightly, his tone steady and resolute.

"It was definitely not a simple mistake. Fuji's swing is very precise and shouldn't have resulted in such an absurd out-of-bounds shot."

Marui kept chewing green apple-flavored gum, blowing bubbles that popped with a soft "pop." He shook his head, causing the tuft of red hair on his head to sway up and down.

"Oh dear, this matter is not simple."

His eyes gleamed as he stared intently at the field. "When that guy Yuushi Oshitari stood calmly in the backcourt, not making any attempt to save the ball, I knew he must have rigged it beforehand. It's a shame that even this genius couldn't see through his trick for a moment."

Jiro clung to Marui's arm, his curly red hair bobbing up and down as he echoed his words.

"Bunta is right! Jirou also thinks it wasn't Fuji who broke it!"

Kuwabara reached out and gently patted Marui's back, then abruptly pulled Jiro, who was about to get close to Marui's face, away to prevent the two of them from scrambling together and falling down the steps.

Liu held a thick data notebook in her hands, her fingertips gripping the pen, her eyes half-open, comparing line by line with the information recorded in the previous round.

The paper rustled softly as it turned.

"According to the records," he said calmly, without any extra emotion, "Fuji's Flying Swallow Returns to the Nest, in terms of the swing momentum, swing amplitude, power, and spin parameters, is exactly the same as the previous Flying Swallow Returns to the Nest that he successfully hit. In fact, all the data are better than the previous one."

Sanada pulled his black baseball cap down further, his brows furrowed, his gaze fixed on the two players on the court. After a moment of contemplation, he stated his deduction.

"Could it be that the friction of the rubber surface has changed, interfering with the ball's spin after landing?" After saying this, he turned to look at Yukimura, who was holding the little black cat beside him. "Seiichi, what do you think?"