My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level

The racket swing practice is over.

First-grade students are divided into groups to retrieve balls, while second-grade students get the opportunity to participate in practice matches.

Although none of the regulars except for the deputy minister Nan were present, it was still very stressful for the second-year contestants to compete against their third-year seniors.

but.

There is one exception, though.

Wearing white-rimmed sunglasses, Muromachi swaggered towards the basketball court. As a prodigy of Yamabuki, he naturally enjoyed privileges that others didn't.

And everyone was already used to it.

Even the third-year team members looked at Muromachi with a serious expression. Sure enough, in the match that followed, Muromachi fought a fierce and evenly matched game against a third-year team member.

finally.

After a period of intense confrontation, Muromachi suddenly launched a surprise attack, leaping forward like a stray arrow.

Tap tap!

Seeing the rapidly approaching figure, the third-year player panicked. However, Muromachi gave him no time to react, and swung his racket after moving to the net.

Bang!

A crisp sound.

The tennis ball fell rapidly along the side, then bounced off the ground in the man's incredulous gaze.

"hiss!"

"As expected of Muromachi!"

"Yeah, this kind of fast-paced attack is probably only something the starting players can stop, right?"

The crowd was buzzing with discussion.

Muromachi pressed his advantage, using fast breaks to suppress his opponent and ultimately win the match.

"Hey."

A triumphant Muromachi smugly touched his nose and confidently walked towards the net: "Don't be discouraged, senpai! It's not that you're weak, it's that I'm too strong!"

"you......"

Seeing the opponent's smug look, the 1.8-meter-tall third-year student on the other side immediately blushed. He wanted to say something, but the fierce momentum of Muromachi's fast break just now flashed through his mind, and he swallowed it back.

"Tsk tsk."

Seeing his opponent's expression, Muromachi's smile grew even brighter. He put his hands behind his back, placed the racket on his shoulder, turned and walked away with a flourish, leaving behind countless envious glances.

"It does look really strong. If it were me, I probably wouldn't even get a single point."

Among the crowd, Shechuan's eyes revealed a solemn expression.

Despite having a cheat code like the proficiency system, he knew very well that he and Muromachi were not even in the same league.

Not to mention Muromachi, he couldn't even beat that third-year senior.

But he didn't lose heart; instead, he turned that pressure into motivation for training. He then resumed practicing his swings, increasing the number of repetitions as much as possible while ensuring he was performing the correct form.

Shechuan sets his swings to 20 times per set, resting for 10 minutes after every two sets to relieve arm fatigue and injury.

He didn't want to develop the injuries of a master before he had even mastered the skill.

...

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

in the corner.

Shibukawa watched as the proficiency indicator gradually turned transparent, and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

now.

His bangs, which covered his eyes, were soaked with sweat. Sweat dripped down his hair and onto the ground.

"Why has Shibukawa suddenly become so diligent?"

"He was probably provoked by Muromachi."

Unfortunately, the gap between ordinary people and geniuses is not so easy to bridge.

"Yes, and just practicing swinging the racket is completely meaningless in actual combat."

Even though Shibukawa's presence was minimal, he still managed to get noticed by others. However, for this perennial underachiever, people only glanced at him once before turning their heads away.

Kentaro Minami also noticed this, and his opinion was similar.

In his view, Shibukawa might just have been temporarily stimulated, suddenly increasing the intensity of his training. Once his body couldn't take it anymore, or even after tomorrow, he would return to his original state.

Therefore, he didn't pay much attention to it. Moreover, as a regular player, he also needed to spend time training.

Even though Yamabuki missed this year's national tournament, as the vice-captain, he still has a strong ambition to lead the team into next year's national tournament.

that's it.

Shechuan has once again become a nobody.

He was happy to see this result and focused on his training.

...

[Complete a basic swing]

[Swing Experience +1]

[Current swing level Lv3 (244/500)]

at last.

Before sunset.

Shechuan used all his strength and maintained a steady posture to complete his final swing.

"It's reached its limit."

Feeling intense soreness and increasing pain in his arms, Shibukawa stopped training.

It’s too late.

As his practice time increased, his swing efficiency decreased. Continuing would not only have minimal effect, but would also increase the burden on his body.

Looking around, there was no one else there but him.

Shibukawa returned to the locker room, changed his clothes, and put them in his bag along with his racket. Then he closed the door, briefly locked it before leaving the tennis club, and headed out of the school.

"Um?"

only.

As he walked through the area between the school building and the tennis club, he saw several boys wearing Yamabuki school uniforms with brightly colored hair blocking his way.

"Yo, they've finally arrived."

The leader, a blond-haired man with a face full of acne and a pointed chin, looked over and grinned, saying, "Same as always, hand over the rest of your money for today."

Trouble.

Looking at the group of delinquents in front of him, Shibukawa felt a sinking feeling in his heart.

In her memory, the original owner was timid and had few friends despite joining the tennis club. Several times when she went out alone, these people would stop her and demand money.

So the original owner learned her lesson and from then on, she basically left with the other members of the tennis club.

But he was so focused on training today that he completely forgot about this matter. Immediately, he began to think about it.

"These guys are basically all bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong."

"Although bowing my head today may bring me a few days of low profile and safety, they will definitely take advantage of me and become even more aggressive in the future."

"Let's teach them a lesson, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!"

Having made up his mind, Shibukawa deliberately showed a fearful expression on his face, pretended to tremble as he stepped forward, and opened his tennis bag as if to take out money.

But actually, he reached out and grabbed the racket. The moment he made contact, the familiar feeling from the afternoon training washed over him, giving Shibukawa a boost of confidence.

"Hehe, you see, I told you this kid is the most timid. He gives in as soon as he's scared."

Seeing Shechuan's actions, the blond-haired man couldn't help but smile smugly. The others also smiled knowingly, some even planning what they would do with the money.

"Hey, you guys!"

But just then, a cold voice rang out.

Swish!

The group of men, who were about to succeed, immediately looked up in dissatisfaction. But when they saw who it was, the once arrogant and domineering men immediately wilted.

The blond-haired man swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he said, "A...Akuzu...how could it be this monster...?"