My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level

Both of them were surprised by Shibukawa's appearance.

"senior."

After a pause, as if remembering something, Fuji Yuuta frowned and asked, "What did you mean by the side effects you mentioned earlier?"

"It's nothing."

Upon hearing this, Shechuan chuckled and said, "This special move has rather high requirements, and it's quite difficult for beginners. Don't you think so, my friend?"

"Well."

Fuji Yuta paused for a moment, then nodded as if he understood.

If Shibukawa hadn't decisively defeated Sarujima's strongest player, Imura, in the match just now, he would definitely have thought the other party was making a mountain out of a molehill.

What kind of side effect is high difficulty?

Moreover, Fuji Yuuta believed he possessed considerable talent, and only challenging skills suited his status. However, despite his naiveté, he somewhat discerned the underlying meaning in the other person's words.

really.

As Shibukawa finished speaking, Mizuki's face twitched involuntarily on the other side of the court. He naturally understood the implication in Shibukawa's words and couldn't help but give him a deep look.

but.

To gaze at the moon is simply to gaze at the moon.

After a brief moment of embarrassment, he quickly regained his composure. He turned to Shibukawa with a smile and said, "Shibukawa-kun, let me introduce myself. My name is Kanzuki, and I'm the manager of the St. Rudolf Tennis Club."

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Shibukawa couldn't help but smile: "Does Mizuki-kun also want to recruit me to St. Rudolph?"

Although he said it with a smile, there was a hint of sarcasm in it. Most people would have been furious, but Guan Yue was different. He was patient and would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

and.

Deep down, he genuinely admired players like Shibukawa and wanted to recruit him.

He immediately smiled and said, "Would you like to join my team?"

Give me a reason.

Shibukawa said calmly, "If I remember correctly, St. Rudolph's performance this year wasn't ideal. Let alone Yamabuki, they weren't even as good as Sarujima, who finished in the top 16 of the Metropolitan Tournament, were they?"

"Indeed."

Faced with the other party's slightly sarcastic question, Mizuki was not annoyed, but simply smiled and replied, "However, that's in the past. This year's St. Rudolph aims for the Kanto region, and even for the national tournament."

He spoke calmly, as if stating something that was bound to happen. To Fuji Yuuta, who was not far away, this confident demeanor only added to his air of superiority.

However, it held no appeal for Shechuan.

"that's all?"

Looking at the other person, Shibukawa couldn't help but shake his head and say, "Aiming to make it to the national tournament is far too humble."

Humble?!

Upon hearing this, both of them were taken aback.

Fuji Yuuta's eyes widened. If he remembered correctly, this year's Seigaku and Yamabuki teams had only made it to the Kanto Tournament. Even for Seigaku, whose strength was superior to Yamabuki, the threshold of the National Tournament seemed like an insurmountable chasm standing in their way.

As a result, in Shechuan's view, making it into the national competition had become a symbol of having no ambition.

"You have quite the nerve."

Guan Yue's gaze turned cold; he finally realized that the other party was just toying with him.

Is there a problem?

Shibukawa laughed: "Someone who studied in France and only aims to make it to the national tournament does seem rather unworthy of respect, doesn't it?"

Swish!

This statement came out.

Guan Yue's expression finally changed.

"You know me?"

He looked at the other person with suspicion and uncertainty, his previous confident demeanor completely gone.

"Let's make a bet."

Shibukawa didn't answer his question. Instead, he laughed and said, "If you can beat me, I'll transfer to St. Rudolph and join your tennis club. Conversely, if I win, you'll come to Yamabuki. How about that!"

"Hmm."

Upon hearing this, Guan Yue's expression changed once again.

Although Fuji Yuuta, who was standing to the side, did not understand the conversation between the two, he could sense that it seemed that Yamabuki's Shibukawa had the upper hand in the confrontation between the two.

in contrast.

Now it's up to Mizuki to respond.

The manager of St. Rudolph also put away his smile and revealed a serious, even solemn expression as he scrutinized his opponent.

He had already been lifted up.

If he doesn't agree to the bet made by Shechuan, it will prove that his so-called blueprint to "make it to the national competition" is nothing but empty talk.

But if you agree...

Looking at the other person's calm face, Mizuki felt a little uneasy.

"good!"

But in the end, he still chose to agree.

Mizuki knew very well that if she showed any sign of backing down, she would not only lose the opportunity to recruit Fuji Yuta, but her own beliefs would also be affected.

Having returned from studying in France and believing herself to have received elite tennis training, Mizuki is extremely arrogant.

He doesn't think he will lose.

Moreover, he also wanted to use this match to prove his strength, ensuring that his opponent wouldn't have any other ideas after joining St. Rudolph.

"Fuji-kun".

Seeing that Mizuki had agreed, Shibukawa turned to Fuji Yuta and said, "I'd like to trouble you to be the referee for our match."

"Okay, okay."

Yuta nodded.

He was also eager to know who was stronger between the two. However, this was his first time serving as a referee, and he was somewhat nervous.

After climbing onto the high chair, he looked at the two of them and, imitating the referees he usually saw, said, "Let's start by guessing who gets to serve."

"No need."

Mizuki waved her hand and smiled, "The right to choose first will be given to Shibukawa-kun."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the baseline.

"Forehead."

Yuta paused for a moment, then looked at Shibukawa, whose face showed no emotion. He simply nodded and turned to leave as well.

Was that a provocation tactic?

Yuta thought to himself as he sat on the high chair.

He's no longer a tennis novice; he's encountered similar tactics from Seigaku and Sarujima. It's a tactic of provoking and angering the opponent to the point of losing their temper.

"But."

After a pause, Yuta frowned and looked at Shibukawa again: "Will this tactic really work against Shibukawa-senpai?"

But in reality, he only thought about the first level.

Mizuki's decision to relinquish the serve wasn't simply to provoke Shibukawa. Rather, it was a strategic retreat, allowing her opponent to serve first while she secretly gathered data.

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

A moment later, Yuta, sitting upright in his high chair, announced loudly, "Shibukawa serves, game over!"

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

At the bottom line.

Shibukawa lightly tapped the tennis ball twice, caught it in his hand, glanced at his opponent, and then tossed the ball high into the air.

Bang!

Then.

He swung his racket quickly and hit the tennis ball.

"A bullet serve?"

Seeing the speed of the serve, Yuta's expression changed slightly as he sat on the high chair: "That's right, it's the same serve you used during the match against Minister Imura."

This serve is very fast, and the starting motion is concealed, so it's really hard for the opponent to react if they're not paying attention.

Bang!

but.

Mizuki's response was very skillful.

He not only caught up with the tennis ball, but also returned it with a very tricky cross-court smash. This forced Shibukawa, who had been moving towards the middle after his serve, to turn back again.

After catching up with the tennis ball, he didn't hold back and hit a forehand straight smash.

"nice shot!"

After seeing the trajectory of the tennis ball clearly, Yuta secretly cheered.

The most difficult shot to master in tennis is this kind of sidespin, which is more likely to go out of bounds compared to hitting the ball in the middle.

"His swing is very steady."

On the other side, as Mizuki quickly chased after the tennis ball, she thought to herself, "From the moment he caught up with the ball to the moment he returned the shot, his reaction time was less than 0.5 seconds. It's clear that his basic skills are very solid."

As for hitting the ball to the side, Mizuki wasn't surprised at all. At a certain level, this kind of shot is not difficult at all; what he really needed to pay attention to was his opponent's basic skills.

One or two beautiful curveballs don't mean much. Only the details can reveal the true strength of your opponent.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

soon.

The two players clashed on the court for about ten rounds.

Both sides reacted quickly, their shots were swift and precise, and the pace of the game continued to accelerate. Even Yuta, the referee sitting on his high chair, seemed to be struggling.

Bang!

At last.

Shibukawa seized the opportunity and scored from Mizuki's hand with a quick through ball.

"15-0!"

Yuta announced the score, while Mizuki put away her racket expressionlessly.

after that.

The two continued their exchange.

Both sides had their share of wins and losses, but overall, Shechuan was in the lead. In the 3rd minute, he successfully held his serve, taking a temporary 1-0 lead.

But in the second game...

Mizuki changed his playing style.

They started hitting more balls with deeper placements, forcing Shibukawa to retreat. As the distance increased, the ball's flight time became longer while the speed remained the same, which subtly slowed down the pace of the match.

"this......"

Yuta, sitting on the high chair, stared in disbelief.

Before they knew it, the score had become 40-0, with Mizuki leading her opponent by a large margin.

"W-when?"

He found it incredible.

Even as the referee, I didn't notice that Mizuki had already scored 3 points in a row.

"Oh."

Watching Shibukawa once again being pinned to the baseline by a ball that landed extremely deep, Mizuki, who had already taken control of the game's rhythm, gently swung her racket and hit a light, short ball.

Pat-pat...

The tennis ball rolled down after going over the net.

"Game!"

Seeing this, Yuta shouted, "Mitsuki, 1-1!"

immediately.

He looked at Mizuki, his eyes full of doubt, wondering how the other party had won this round.

Are you surprised?

Guan Yue simply smiled faintly.

For him, this was just basic maneuvering. His tennis style involved using a series of maneuvers after serving to make the game unfold according to his own script.

That's right.

Each point scored didn't seem particularly spectacular. But these seemingly ordinary points, accumulated slowly, led to a qualitative change.

Even more terrifying.

Most opponents don't even know how they lost.

only.

Despite losing a game, Shibukawa remained remarkably calm.

Standing at the baseline, he took a deep breath and launched a surprise attack without warning. After hitting the serve with a thud, he immediately moved to the net.

Seeing this, Guan Yue not only did not show any panic, but also revealed a faint smile.

"That's right, that's exactly it."

"After your attack is thwarted, do your best to unleash your full potential."

immediately.

He began to defend, retreating while using topspin shots to maneuver around the court. He tried to confine his opponent to the middle of the court, while mentally noting the landing point of each of Shibukawa's returns.

"When people are anxious, it's hard to hide their true thoughts. To score, you can only keep attacking, gradually revealing your tennis style!"

at this time.

He peeled away the layers like an onion, gradually forcing his opponent to reveal their true tennis skills.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Seemingly impatient with its attack stalled, Shechuan launched an even more ferocious offensive.

Seeing this, the corners of Guanyue's mouth curved upwards even more.

"Most people usually adopt an aggressive stance when serving. But being aggressive means greater risk and a greater chance of making mistakes."

"Furthermore, making a mistake is not necessarily a failure; it could be hitting a seemingly brilliant shot that leaves an even bigger opening."

Guan Yue is very patient.

He was like a hunter, slowly watching his prey fall into the trap. He enjoyed the process, the feeling of being a behind-the-scenes screenwriter, making his opponent follow his predetermined script.

Bang!

Sudden.

Shechuan hit a fast smash.

Yuta, sitting on the high chair, couldn't help but cheer, because the arc was so beautiful. Not only was it gorgeous, but the landing points were also quite tricky.

"They're here!"

However, upon seeing the ball, Mizuki's smile became even brighter.

Tap tap!

Immediately, he unleashed a burst of leg strength, quickly chasing after the tennis ball. He then struck the open space created by Shibukawa's 'full-force' smash.

Bang!

The tennis ball lands on the ground.

Shechuan's movements were noticeably stiff.

Yuta, sitting on the high chair, stared wide-eyed in disbelief. After a long pause, he finally managed to say, "0-15!"

"This match... is over."

Although she only won one point, Mizuki had already made a prediction about the outcome of the match.

really.

In the third game, he used defense and counter-attacks to wear down Shechuan's offensive while he had already figured out his opponent's playing style. He even secretly memorized some of the details of his opponent's shots.

For Mizuki, her grasp of the information on Shibukawa was at least 90%. And the strength she displayed completely surpassed her performance in the duel with Sarushima Chief Inumu.

This also proves his previous conjecture.

In the practice match just now, his opponent hadn't shown his full strength. But now, facing Mizuki's more experienced rhythm and style of play, Shibukawa was like a wild beast caught in a trap; the stronger his counterattack, the deeper he sank.

In the blink of an eye.

Mizuki was already leading 3-1.

"Shechuan classmate."

At that moment, Mizuki raised her head, gently twirling a strand of hair with her left hand, and looked at her opponent with a smile: "How does the taste of tennis, the so-called 'humble goal', feel?"

This is clearly a retaliation against the other party's previous mockery.

"As expected of the manager of St. Rudolph."

Shibukawa nodded slightly, but just when Mizuki and Yuta thought he was about to admit defeat, he shook his head and said, "There's something, but not much."

"What do you mean?"

Guan Yue frowned immediately.

"Haven't you noticed yet?"

Shibukawa looked at the other person with a playful smile: "The one who truly fell into the trap is yourself!"

Bang!

The words fell.

He hit another quick "bullet serve".

This time, the tennis ball flew at the same speed, but Mizuki's reaction was noticeably slower. The tennis ball went to the left, but he swung his racket to the right instead.

With a snap.

Under Yuta's astonished gaze, the tennis ball landed to Mizuki's left.

If it weren't for the opponent's recent harsh words, Yuta would have even thought he was deliberately throwing the game. It was the same serve, yet Mizuki reacted in completely opposite ways.

"How is that possible?"

at the same time.

A surge of turbulent emotions also welled up in Guan Yue's heart.

"The ball was clearly hit to the right, how did it end up on the left?!"

He subconsciously looked up and saw the smile on Shibukawa's lips, and a strong sense of unease suddenly arose in his heart.