My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level

"You...you won?"

On Yamabuki's side, Vice Minister Minami opened his mouth, his face full of disbelief.

"Glug."

Dongfang, standing next to him, swallowed hard and looked at Shechuan in disbelief.

Won!

Shibukawa actually beat Tezuka, winning the point from him!

That's Tezuka Kunimitsu, a national-level master!

Such a person actually lost, and to Shibukawa, who is barely considered third in the Yamabuki team. The Yamabuki members present all felt a sense of disbelief.

"He... he actually..."

Uesugi's eyes held a complex expression.

He thought he had overestimated the boy in front of him, but he never expected that the boy's abilities far exceeded his expectations.

"Shechuan".

Sengoku clenched his fist.

At this moment, he also found it hard to believe that the person he had originally thought of as a pursuer who posed no threat to him had actually defeated Tezuka.

Even though it was only a one-goal victory.

But the value of this point far exceeds expectations!

At that moment, the conversation between Bantian and himself yesterday afternoon involuntarily came to mind.

then.

He was severely reprimanded by club president Uesugi in front of everyone for wanting to go on a date with Yuko from Class 2-1. Even though Sengoku is generally easygoing, he couldn't help but feel annoyed.

But he also knew that he had indeed made a mistake.

Moreover, he had no choice but to listen to Bantian, which is why he followed him. Unexpectedly, the other party told him to his face that he was disappointed in him, believing that he was wasting his talent and was not diligent enough in training.

Banta usually kept these thoughts to himself. But Sengoku's reaction that day had truly disappointed him, so he decided to give him a warning.

Sengoku was somewhat resentful of being reprimanded.

However, he couldn't openly contradict Bantian. After all, the other man was older, usually had a smiling demeanor, and was very caring towards his teammates.

But Banta noticed his dissatisfaction, so he made a bet with him.

"Does the teacher mean that next season, there will be a stronger player than me in Yamabuki?"

"So, how about it? Want to make this bet with me?"

Banda didn't answer, but just smiled and said, "If you win, I won't interfere in your future affairs. But if you lose, I hope you'll focus on the team's training next season."

"good!"

Sengoku agreed without hesitation.

He also wanted to see who would come out on top of him next season.

At that time, Sengoku had already guessed. The person who was stronger than him, according to Banta, was either Muromachi, a first-year student, or Shibukawa, a second-year student.

Of these, Sichuan is undoubtedly the most likely candidate.

In Sengoku's view, even though Shibukawa's training was indeed very rigorous, tennis is not just a sport about hard work and sweat. Without sufficient talent, it is impossible to go far.

Shibukawa's talent, after rapidly improving his strength, will inevitably hit a bottleneck. Sengoku himself has experienced this; after mastering the basic fighting techniques, his progress slows significantly.

Moving from basic to more advanced playing styles requires a wealth of match experience, as well as that flash of brilliance that belongs to geniuses.

It took Sengoku a full year to progress from beginner to advanced. Now, despite considering himself a veteran of countless battles, he is only at the Kanto level.

For Shibukawa, even with the most rigorous training, it would be difficult to reach Sengoku's current level in less than a year.

however.

The match just now completely shattered Sengoku's understanding.

Tezuka Kunimitsu, whom he dared not challenge at all, lost to the man before him, Shibukawa Shin, whom Sengoku did not consider a rival.

He was wrong.

That's completely wrong.

The other party was not only exceptionally talented, but also crossed the threshold that Qian Shi considered to be much faster than he had imagined.

Thinking of this, he gave Shibukawa a deep look, intending to get to know him again.

"This kid... always manages to do things that exceed my expectations."

at the same time.

Banta gave Shibukawa a similarly complicated look.

The opponent's performance far exceeded his expectations. Whether it was stepping forward to face Tezuka of Seigaku alone, or their daring and all-or-nothing determination in the match, Banta was amazed.

Also.

He also noticed Sengoku's reaction and couldn't help but feel a little strange.

That's right. Yesterday afternoon, he did make a bet with Sengoku, believing that Yamabuki would definitely produce a player stronger than his opponent next year.

But the person Banta was referring to at the time was not Shibukawa, but Akutsu, whom he is still trying to persuade.

Given the latter's talent, even if they start learning tennis from scratch, their growth rate will definitely be astonishing.

But unexpectedly.

Suddenly, this oddball, Shechuan, appeared out of nowhere.

With Banta's insight, it's not hard to see that although Shibukawa's strength hasn't reached the Kanto level yet, it won't be too long before he breaks through.

The stronger the opponent's performance, the more advantageous it will be for him to integrate the current Yamabuki team.

Moreover, Yamabuki's singles game already had flaws, and even with Akutsu joining, the problems persisted. But now it's different; the better Shibukawa performs, the more pronounced Yamabuki's weaknesses become.

in contrast.

The only problem now is how to convince Akutsu to join the tennis club.

Thinking of this, Banta rubbed his temples in exasperation. Araki, who was standing nearby, witnessed this and thought to himself, "My teacher is really getting the better of me and then acting all innocent."

"But it must be said that Shibukawa's talent is indeed outstanding."

Araki developed a fondness for his talent.

But judging from Banta's expression, it was clear that he couldn't poach the player from the other side. However, he wasn't too disappointed, after all, the Seishundai club still had a top-tier talent like Tezuka.

The other party has had it too easy in the past, so suffering a small loss today might not be a bad thing.

"Hmm...you won."

In front of the net.

Tezuka snapped out of his shock and casually extended his hand, saying, "A very exciting match."

"It was just luck."

Shibukawa shook hands with the other party, shook his head and said, "I have given it my all, but Tezuka-kun, you were not serious at all, otherwise, the result would not have been like this."

Upon hearing this...

Tezuka couldn't help but take another look at his opponent, seemingly surprised by his opponent's composure.

"Let me introduce myself again. My name is Tezuka Kunimitsu, and I'm a second-year student at Seishun Academy."

"Nobu Shibukawa, second grader at Yamabuki Junior High School."

Second grade?

Tezuka glanced at the other man again, and as he released his grip, he said, "If there's a chance, I'd like to have a real match with you, Shibukawa-kun."

"That day will come."

Shibukawa laughed and said, "I'm absolutely certain!"

Looking at the other person's meaningful smile, Tezuka had a strong, inexplicable premonition. He really might meet that person on the court someday.