My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level

One win and one loss

"Mr. Banta, Minister Shibukawa...we've lost..."

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After the match.

Yuta and Muromachi stepped aside and bowed their heads in apology to Banta and Shibukawa.

"It's okay."

A kind smile appeared on the old man's wrinkled face: "You've done a great job. Go and get some rest. Leave the rest to the others."

"Go."

Shechuan nodded and said, "The opponent is a national-level doubles team. You've done a great job in pushing them to this point."

"OK."

The two breathed a sigh of relief and retreated back into the team's territory.

When Nan, Dongfang, and the others saw the two return, they all started to tease them, but everyone had a good-natured smile on their face, and no one was deliberately targeting them.

"That old guy really knows how to lead people."

Outside the barbed wire fence, Nanjiro couldn't help but sigh upon seeing this.

"yes."

Inoue nodded and said, "Coach Banta is very skilled. Although he doesn't give much guidance usually, he takes great care of each player."

The atmosphere at Yamabuki is really great.

In other teams, losing a game would inevitably result in a barrage of criticism. Even worse, disqualification from the starting lineup is not uncommon.

"But no matter what, Hyotei still won the first game."

Ryuzaki, standing nearby, frowned and said, "This team is no pushover. They have a top player like Atobe in their squad. If they lose another game, Yamabuki will be in serious trouble."

In fact, he strongly disagreed with Banta's approach.

It's fine to send people to practice before the major tournament, but this is the final. Our opponent, Hyotei, is a top-tier team even in the whole country. How dare Yamabuki?

"You'll find out as you keep watching."

Nanjiro, however, said nonchalantly, "That old guy isn't that simple. And old woman, shouldn't you be even happier if Yamabuki loses?"

"Boring, you think everyone's like you."

Ryuzaki turned his head to the side.

He never held any grudge against Banta; the loss back then was essentially due to his lack of coaching experience. Besides, Seigaku had already defeated Yamabuki in last year's Metropolitan Tournament, and she had long since won back the defeat she had lost before.

On the contrary, Nanjiro harbored a deep obsession with Banta. Anyone else, let alone a league of this caliber, or even a professional match, would likely be completely ignored, let alone rush over after a single phone call.

"Next, the doubles match 1 will begin."

At that moment, the announcement sounded again: "Hyotei Academy's Taki Oginosuke and Ootori Chotaro, facing Yamabuki Middle School's Kanzuki Hajime and Dan Taichi."

"Both teams, please get ready."

"Um?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked surprised.

"Moon-viewing altar?"

Ryuzaki's eyes widened instinctively: "That old guy actually used the Metropolitan Tournament finals as a training ground?"

"Moon-viewing altar?"

Inui frowned: "A combination of two data streams? On Hyotei's side, Takiginosuke is also a veteran starter, and as for this Ootori, his serve seems to be very strong."

His information is updated in real time.

Last year in the Metropolitan Tournament, when Seigaku faced Hyotei, Ohtori was a first-year junior high student and not a regular member, so he wasn't eligible to play.

Before Seigaku and Hyotei meet this year, they still need to get past Yamabuki, so Inui is focusing more on Yamabuki.

"Both are experienced and newcomer combinations, so Yamabuki's chances of winning are not low."

Qian thought to himself.

Mizuki's skill level is very high, and that forum is also full of impressive newcomers. Although she can't compare to a genius like Echizen, she is outstanding in terms of personality, basic abilities, and professional skills.

"Go."

On the Hyotei side, Sakaki Taro sat in the coach's seat, waving to the two people in front of him, as if an ancient general were issuing orders to command his army to set off.

"understood."

Taki and Feng then entered the arena.

"This kind of combination?"

Across from him, Mizuki smiled and turned to look at the boy with the green headband beside him: "How much do you know about them?"

"Taki-senpai was a regular starter for Hyotei last year, so he's quite strong. As for this Ootori-senpai, his serve is amazing; he's top-tier in Tokyo and even the Kanto Tournament!"

Tan shared everything he knew.

"That's right."

Mizuki nodded: "So, you know what to do, right?"

"Um."

The altar nodded emphatically.

Although he was a newcomer, he honed his skills in the Yamabuki environment. He gained the favor of Shibukawa and Mizuki, and the other seniors also took good care of him, giving him extra help on a regular basis.

Although she can't stand on her own yet, she's more than capable of supporting someone like Mizuki in a doubles match.

immediately.

The two teams met at the net.

None of the four players were the type to make threats, so the arrangement of who got to serve went smoothly. A moment later, both sides took their positions.

"The match begins, one game to decide the winner."

After confirming the condition of both teams, the referee on the high chair announced loudly, "Hyotei Phoenix serves, end of set!"

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone's gaze immediately turned to Feng, who was bending over and hitting a tennis ball at the baseline of Hyotei.

Snapped!

Feng grabbed the tennis ball in her hand.

In an instant, the boy's handsome face, which had previously shown some restraint, suddenly became serious. He seemed to instantly enter a focused state, giving the impression of a sharp sword being drawn from its sheath.

"One...ball...enters...the...soul!"

Feng tossed the tennis ball into the air, looking up at it as she did so. With a powerful push from her legs, she raised her right racket high and slammed it down onto the ball.

boom!

A loud bang.

Like a cannonball, the tennis ball shot out. Its speed was so great that the player at the baseline, responsible for receiving the serve, only saw a black dot rapidly magnify before his eyes.

The tennis ball landed with a thud.

Before Tan could react, the tennis ball had already bounced high into the air and passed by him before his expression had even changed.

"15-0!"

The referee on the high chair spoke.

The scene suddenly fell silent, and the representatives of each team looked at Feng with deep apprehension.

"What kind of serve is that?!"

Muromachi stared intently at Feng; compared to this man's serve, his bullet serve was utterly insignificant.

"It's here!"

On the Hyotei side, the 200 team members spoke excitedly. One shouted at the top of his lungs, "As expected of Phoenix, that powerful serve was absolutely terrifying!!!"

"A powerful serve?"

Sengoku narrowed his eyes, then nodded and said, "Indeed, this serve is truly a heavy weapon!"

In comparison, his Tiger Cannon was even slightly weaker.

"So, is this person a serve-oriented player?"

Nan frowned and said, "But someone like that should be more suited to singles, it's a bit of a waste to put him in doubles."

The rules for singles and doubles are different.

In singles, the serve changes hands once after each game. In theory, a player with a strong serve can be virtually invincible.

Doubles is different; the four players on both sides rotate every four games. The advantage of a serve-oriented player is severely weakened, and no matter how powerful the serve, there is no possibility of being invincible anymore.

"There's probably an overabundance of talent."

As Shibukawa spoke, he smiled and said, "Moreover, this also proves that Feng is indeed only good at serving; in other aspects, he is far inferior to her serve."

That makes sense.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

If that weren't the case, Hyotei could have easily placed Ootori in singles match 3. With his powerful serve, he would have had a real chance to compete with Sengoku.

on the field.

After scoring, Feng didn't get complacent. Instead, she carefully tossed the tennis ball up again and then used the same technique to hit a powerful serve.

Tap tap!

On the other side, Mizuki launched her attack, attempting to return the ball as it bounced off the ground.

But the ball was too fast; it flew past him as soon as he swung his racket.

"30-0!"

"Tsk tsk, don't even think about hitting Chotaro's ball back, it's impossible!"

"Exactly, you want to retaliate against Chotaro's one-shot kill? You're two years too early!"

From Hyotei's side, ordinary team members started to mock them.

Guan Yue remained calm. When he switched places with Tan, he gestured with his eyes, and Tan nodded slightly in response.

Just now, Mizuki was merely testing the speed of their opponent's serve. The result showed that this level of serve was indeed beyond their current ability to return.

Instead of wasting time and energy on a pointless serve, it's better to give up on that player's serve.

boom!

boom!

For the remaining two balls, Feng still managed to score with her first serve, each time faster than the last.

"Game!"

"Hyotei, 1-0, switch positions!"

"Those two guys..."

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Compared to the excitement and exhilaration of the ordinary players at Hyotei, Taki's expression on the court was very serious.

The opponent is too rational.

Unlike players like Mukahi and Muromachi, these people are not easily swayed by verbal provocation. As a data-driven tennis player, he is well aware of how dangerous such people can be.

"Chōtarō".

After switching positions, Taki lowered his voice and said, "We'll execute the first tactic later: focus fire on that first-year student."

"Okay, senior."

Feng nodded.

He was kind by nature, but this match was about Hyotei's chance to win the Metropolitan Tournament, so he couldn't bear to do anything about it.

The second game started quickly.

Tan's serve wasn't tricky; it was straight and steady. Taki's return, on the other hand, was very powerful, almost sending the ball to Tan's feet, but the landing point was very deep, clearly intending to trap his opponent at the baseline.

The forum remained calm and composed in the face of this challenge.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The two were pulling at each other along the baseline.

Taki is stronger, but in these long-distance rallies, he keeps his ball control within a very conservative range to ensure the accuracy of his shots.

Tan, on the other hand, adopted a steady and methodical approach, and in the short term, there was no sign of a clear winner between the two sides.

After about 20 rounds of fighting, Mizuki made a move.

Instead of sharing the firepower with the forum, he went even further online. But in Taki's eyes, this move was clearly a signal to launch an attack.

He dared not be careless and switched to returning the ball with as much height as possible. This was exactly what Guan Yuexia wanted; he knew his opponent was a data-driven player, but not particularly skilled.

This move, which alerted the enemy, did indeed disrupt Taki's original tactics.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Tan counterattacked, maneuvering Taki to his left and right. The latter, wary of Kanzuki, dared not make any rash moves and became increasingly passive.

Soon, Feng couldn't sit still any longer.

He wanted to help Taki share the burden, but in the instant he acted, Mizuki seized the opportunity and intercepted him, striking the exposed opening.

"15-0!"

As soon as the referee finished speaking, Taki and Feng's expressions turned ugly.

Mizuki has a keen eye for opportunity; any careless movement could be seized upon by the enemy. Taki is even more cautious, repeatedly urging Ootori not to act rashly, lest they fall into the enemy's trap.

Little did he know that this was exactly the effect Guan Yue wanted.

Players who rely on data analysis generally employ a defensive counter-attacking style. During the match, Mizuki was collecting data, while Tan was also constantly refining his data model against Taki through repeated matches.

Among them, Kanzuki was multitasking. He was not only observing Taki, but also keeping an eye on Ootengu. He quickly discovered that the gray-haired second-year student opposite him was a very well-behaved person.

"That's interesting."

As the saying goes, a gentleman deceives others with principles, and Guan Yue has never been one to follow the rules. He suddenly made a move and intercepted the tennis ball.

"This ball?!"

Seeing the tennis ball flying past not far from her, Feng frowned slightly.

At this distance, counterattacking wouldn't be difficult for him. But he remembered Taki's instructions very well: don't act rashly, lest his opponent seize an opening.

Seeing this, Guan Yue became even more certain of her thoughts.

The opponent is an honest man.

What he had to do was to constantly push the boundaries that this honest man could tolerate, provoking his nerves.

"Endure! You must endure!"

Feng gritted her teeth and remained unmoved.

Mizuki's smile widened, because the other party had fallen for it. He and Tan's target had long since changed to Taki at the bottom line. It wasn't a complicated tactic; it was still the tried-and-true two-on-one encirclement strategy.

As time went on, Taki clearly couldn't hold on any longer.

"senior!"

Feng Rumeng snapped out of his daze, only then realizing that the other party's purpose was to attack his partner. But just as he moved, at the bottom line...

A powerful strike landed instantly where he had been standing.

"game!"

"Yamabuki, 1-1!"

"this...

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Feng froze, stunned.

He looked up and saw the boy with the green headband staring at him with sharp eyes.

The moment their eyes met, Feng felt a chill run down her spine.

At this moment.

He realized that the opponent's tactics were not unidirectional at all. Instead, it was a two-way encirclement: if he didn't move, they would surround and attack Taki, but if he dared to make a move, they would use him as a breakthrough point.

The key is moon-gazing from the internet.

This person's insight was too sharp; he could spot the discord between Taki and Ootori with just a glance. His presence was like the Sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of the two members of Hyotei.

"Ugh."

Outside the stadium, towards Hyotei, Oshitari couldn't help but sigh.

Mukahi, Shishido, and the others also had somewhat complicated expressions.

They could all see that Yamabuki hadn't sent out their strongest doubles pair. Even so, the two sides weren't even in the same league.

Feng's powerful serve can certainly guarantee a win in a game.

However, in doubles, where the serve is diluted, it becomes clear that the serve cannot influence the course of the game.

Bang!

The competition is drawing to a close.

Having already gathered all the opponent's data, Mizuki anticipated the opponent's return trajectory. Then, she launched a precise counterattack, hitting the opponent's weak point in defense.

"The match is over."

The tennis ball flew through the air, and the referee's voice rang out: "The Yamabuki Junior High School pair of Kanzuki Hajime and Tan Taichi have won! The score is 6-2!"