My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The crisp sound of tennis balls hitting the courts of Sarujima Tennis School could be heard continuously.

at this time.

The area around the stadium was completely surrounded by students who had come to watch the practice match.

As a professional tennis academy, we recruit two types of students. One type is students who take professional courses along with their regular studies, similar to other secondary schools, and can take entrance exams for higher education.

Another type is the special students who only come to practice tennis on weekends. These people treat tennis more as a hobby, similar to an extracurricular activity.

Those who become regular players are almost all students from the first category. Their goal is almost always to become professional players.

This group comprises the smallest number of people, but they are the most elite in the school. Among them, Kei Imura, as the department head, is undoubtedly the strongest.

however.

At this moment, the students of Sarujima stared wide-eyed in disbelief at their captain, who was in such a sorry state on the field.

"Glug."

Someone couldn't help but swallow hard: "The minister... he was completely suppressed?"

The others clenched their fists tightly.

Their face of Sarushima, their strongest player on the school team, Imura, hasn't even won a single game yet.

"This Shibukawa... is amazing!"

The brown-haired boy, Fuji Yuuta, who transferred from Seigaku, muttered, "Even within Seigaku, I'm afraid only Tezuka-senpai and my brother could beat him, right?"

Even though Fuji Yuuta hadn't joined the tennis club, he had heard of Tezuka's strength. As for his older brother, although he hated being called "Fuji's younger brother," Fuji Yuuta genuinely acknowledged his brother's abilities.

He transferred schools simply because he couldn't stand the gossip. At the same time, he wanted to find a relatively quiet environment to train hard and make a name for himself in front of his older brother.

"But wasn't it said that Yamabuki's singles is weak?"

At the Tokyo Grand Prix this June, Fuji Yuuta was still at Seigaku. Because he loves tennis, he went to the event even though he wasn't a member of the tennis club.

He remembered clearly that in the semifinals, Yamabuki won two consecutive doubles matches. Sengoku, the No. 3 singles player, was also very strong, but he was suppressed by the even stronger Tezuka.

Yamabuki lost both of the subsequent singles matches.

At that moment, Fuji Yuuta didn't see the boy named Shibukawa Shin standing before him. Otherwise, Yamabuki might not have lost.

"So, is he a transfer student, or...?"

As if he had just thought of something, his pupils contracted slightly, and he subconsciously clenched his fists.

boom!

And this time.

Seizing the opening created by Imura's overly long return, Shibukawa swung his backhand, and the tennis ball pierced through Imura's defense like a sharp arrow, landing in bounds and scoring.

"The match is over."

The referee, seated on his high chair, announced loudly: "Shibukawa Shin of Yamabuki Junior High wins! Score... 6-0!"

"hiss!"

This statement came out.

The students from the surrounding Ape Island were all shocked.

This is outrageous! Our strongest player didn't even win a single game. Especially seeing how panting and sweaty the opponent was, they clearly gave it their all.

Looking at Shibukawa on the other side, only a slight layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. The others, who were not tennis novices, knew very well that for them, this was just the reaction of having just finished warming up.

"interesting."

Outside the stadium, Mizuki, who had only come to scout the area, couldn't help but reveal a meaningful smile: "I never expected to run into a player of this caliber."

Just now, he recorded part of the opponent's playing style and data. In terms of this level of performance, even the minister Akazawa of St. Rudolf is no less impressive.

This person is only Yamabuki's singles number 3. Mizuki couldn't help but wonder just how strong Yamabuki's remaining singles numbers 2 and 1 really are.

But it's a pity.

In the following match, the players sent out by Sarujima were far too ordinary. They were completely powerless against the attacks of Sengoku and Uesugi.

finally.

Both players crushed their opponents 6-0.

But Mizuki closed her notebook, which contained the data, looking bored and filled with disappointment.

For him, the data from these two matches is very useful for Sarujima. But the data from Yamabuki and the other two is completely useless for reference.

That's pretty much it.

After putting his notebook away, Mizuki shrugged and turned to leave the court. However, he didn't leave Sarujima; instead, he wandered around the school.

Although none of the regular members of Sarushima's team met his approval, there's always an exception. His goal was to find the final, crucial piece of the puzzle for his plan. Perhaps, someone here would fit his vision.

not to mention.

With his confidence, Guan Yue wanted to cultivate top-notch experts through his own training and transformation program.

For him, the latter was clearly more fun.

...

Before 11 a.m., the practice match between Yamabuki and Sarujima came to an end. Yamabuki won all five matches, decisively defeating their opponents 5-0!

In high spirits, Banta once again allowed the team members to move around freely. However, because of the incident at the Seishundai Club, he also instructed everyone to avoid getting into conflicts with others there.

No one objected.

So the group split up and wandered around the school, where tennis was the main sport.

Besides Sichuan.

Thinking about his scheduled match with Sengoku that afternoon, he decided to make the most of his training time. After all, as someone determined to become the King of Scrolls, he wouldn't miss any opportunity to train.

at the same time.

Near a sports field inside Sarujima.

Guan Yue's gaze swept across every corner, trying to find a player who could catch his attention. But the result was somewhat disappointing; in such a large school, not a single person could meet his standards.

"Could it be that I set my standards too high?"

Guan Yue began to have some doubts about her own plan.

After transferring to Saint-Rudolph, he conducted on-site investigations and summarized the strength of Saint-Rudolph's regular players. He then cross-evaluated this against the level of junior high school tennis in France before formulating a training plan that he considered feasible.

But now it seems that his standards were set a little too high.

"Too."

Mizuki sighed somewhat helplessly: "After all, the tennis environment in Japan can't compare to that in Europe."

As the center of world tennis, Europe's tennis level is undoubtedly among the top tier. And French tennis is undoubtedly in the strongest category.

In comparison, Japanese tennis is undoubtedly inferior.

This made Mizuki start to consider whether she should revise her plans. Otherwise, by next spring, when the new school term begins, the St. Rudolph team might not even be able to gather all its players.

"Wait, what am I thinking?"

Suddenly, Mizuki laughed. He shook his head, inwardly thinking, "It's just Sarujima, who was in the top 16 last year. It would be abnormal if they produced any exceptionally talented players from here."

After adjusting her mindset, Guan Yue felt much more relaxed.

"Um?"

but.

Just then, as if he saw something, his gaze locked onto a figure not far away practicing against the wall.

"Left-handed? That's interesting!"

Immediately.

Guan Yue slowly walked up behind the opponent, staring at the brown-haired boy's hitting point, and nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, the shot is very stable, and the landing point is controlled within a specific range as much as possible. This kid has good talent."

After watching for less than a few minutes, Guan Yue gave this person a high evaluation.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

but.

As time went on, the boy's hitting speed increased, and he gradually lost control of his power. He hit a ball off course, and the tennis ball bounced backward, rolling to Guan Yue's feet.

"Uh... I'm sorry."

The brown-haired boy was none other than Fuji Yuuta, who had begun training after the competition. He scratched his head and politely addressed the unfamiliar boy in front of him.

but.

Before he could react, the other person bent down, picked up the tennis ball, and tossed it to him with a smile.

"Your swing speed is very fast, and your movements are very stable. You played very well."

After praising her, Guan Yue changed the subject and shook her head, saying, "However, your mind is not calm enough. Over time, your accuracy and consistency in playing will become distorted."

"Hmm."

Upon hearing this, Fuji Yuta was stunned.

He was indeed thinking about something just now. As he practiced, the image of Shibukawa and Imura's match kept flashing through his mind; the calm and collected figure who won the match made it hard for him to calm down.

That's a true master.

If it were him, the final result would probably be the same as Ichimura's. Or even worse, he might not even get a single point.

This made him think of his older brother, the undisputed tennis prodigy of Seigaku. Thinking about when he would be able to reach the same level as his brother, Fuji Yuuta couldn't help but feel anxious, and his ball control skills dropped significantly.

And all this.

The other party was able to see the problem after only a few glances.

"This...senior."

Thinking of this, Fuji Yuuta couldn't help but ask, "You don't seem to be a student at our school, do you?"

"That's right."

Guan Yue smiled and got straight to the point: "My name is Guan Yuechu, and I'm the manager of the tennis team at St. Rudolph Academy. I see you have great talent, junior. Would you be interested in coming to St. Rudolph?"

"what?"

Fuji Yuta was clearly taken aback by the sudden offer. He paused for a moment before realizing he hadn't introduced himself and quickly said awkwardly, "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Fuji Yuta, and I'm a first-year student at Sarujima Tennis Academy."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing that the other person was a first-year student, Mizuki's eyes lit up. Although he hadn't fully grasped the other person's talent, being a first-year student greatly increased their potential.

Even setting aside the fact that he fits the puzzle in his plan, he could still be a suitable candidate.

"that......"

Seeing Mizuki's reaction, Fuji Yuuta scratched his head, somewhat at a loss for words: "Sorry, senpai, I think Sarujima is pretty good, so..."

Don't rush to refuse.

Guan Yue laughed and said, "Let's have a match first, so I can see your skills. Although St. Rudolf has a great need for talent, not just anyone can join."

These words caused Fuji Yuta to frown slightly, while his reaction only made Mizuki's smile deepen.

His words served two purposes: first, to demonstrate the threshold of St. Rudolph; and second, to use reverse psychology.

As a first-year student, his opponent was clearly provoked and became angry. This was exactly what Guan Yue wanted. If the two of them could have a fight, he could show off his skills and definitely impress his opponent.

immediately.

The two found an empty court nearby, stood on opposite sides, and the match began with Fuji Yuta serving.

As the younger brother of the genius Fuji, Fuji Yuuta's tennis talent, while not as dazzling, is certainly not low. Plus, when his temper flares, his serves inevitably carry a hint of anger.

only.

Compared to Mizuki's skill level, Fuji Yuuta's attacks were completely effortless. Within just two or three minutes of their exchange, Mizuki had already seized the initiative.

"How can he be so strong?"

Yuuta Fuji was shocked to be completely suppressed by his opponent. The confidence he had painstakingly built up through his outstanding performance in the Sarujima school selection competition was instantly shattered.

Bang!

Another goal.

Yuta Fuji was forced to take two steps back by the incredibly deep and powerful shot.

"No, this can't go on, I have to fight back."

Taking a deep breath, Fuji Yuta roused himself and charged towards the net without hesitation, attempting to overwhelm his opponent with his speed.

"Oh."

However, Mizuki laughed upon seeing the other party's actions. But instead of immediately retaliating, he allowed the other party to go online, believing he had the situation under control before suddenly launching an attack.

next moment.

In Fuji Yuta's eyes, Mizuki's legs were staggered, and her racket was stretched out to create a dynamic and powerful pose.

Whoosh!

Suddenly.

Guan Yue made her move.

The racket that was swung so fast was just a blur in Fuji Yuta's eyes.

Then, with a loud thud, the tennis ball that had just landed seemed to be caught in something. Accompanied by a flash of light as sharp as a needle, a powerful gust of air swept past Fuji Yuta without warning, scraping his cheek painfully.

"What...what is this?"

Yuta Fuji, experiencing high-level ball skills for the first time, stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"External spin ball".

Mizuki smiled faintly: "It's just a trivial little trick. If you join St. Rudolph, Yuta, I can teach you myself."

"this......"

Fuji Yuta immediately hesitated.

In reality, he didn't have any feelings for Sarujima. He had only been a little over a month since he transferred there.

However, the other party's recruitment came too suddenly, catching him off guard and leaving him unable to respond for the time being.

But deep down, he was very interested in that ball technique. He thought that if he could learn that move, he would definitely surprise everyone when he faced Aoyama Gakuin in the future!

"Speaking of which..."

But just then, a faint laugh came from not far away: "It's a bit beneath you to use such a obviously counterproductive trick to attract others."

Who?

Upon hearing this, Guan Yue suddenly turned her head to look.

Fuji Yuta also subconsciously looked up.

But when the two of them saw the person's face clearly, they were both stunned.

"Is it you?"

Both of them showed surprise on their faces.

This is none other than Shin Shibukawa, the Yamabuki regular who easily defeated Sarujima captain Imura on the basketball court not long ago!