My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level

Mizuki's scripts have never been wrong.

The feeling that the situation was spiraling out of control made him very uncomfortable. Coupled with Shibukawa's earlier words, this intensified Mizuki's unease.

"so."

His gaze shifted slightly as he looked at his opponent, a subtle glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes: "Is this your true skill?"

He has calmed down.

His elite tennis training abroad instilled in him a habitual way of thinking. He knew very well that anger would only cloud his judgment and cause him to misuse intelligence.

To solve the current problem, the first step is to review the situation.

"The data I collected earlier is correct. At least, the serve, the swing amplitude, and the power were the same as before."

"So, in the end, there's only one answer left."

Thinking of this, Mizuki looked up at her opponent: "He can serve in different directions using the same posture."

"Things are getting... more and more interesting."

Guan Yue smiled.

This was the first time he had encountered such an opponent.

Not only could he conceal his true data, but he also possessed a special talent. His desire to recruit Shibukawa to St. Rudolf grew even stronger.

"It seems I can no longer hold back."

Mizuki's expression turned serious, and a sharp glint appeared in his eyes. This was the first time he was prepared to use his full strength since returning to Japan.

Bang!

At this time.

Shechuan served again.

Mizuki didn't act rashly; with the data malfunctioning, what he had previously collected was now meaningless. However, he didn't intend to continue with the tactic of defending and counter-attacking while slowly gathering data on his opponent.

Bang!

Backhand swing.

Mizuki aimed at the large open space on Shibukawa's left and delivered a fast and powerful strike.

Then.

When his opponent received the tennis ball, Mizuki unleashed a forehand smash. The ball struck Shibukawa's right side, forcing him to turn back again to save the shot.

"That's amazing!"

Yuta, sitting on the high chair, was quite surprised.

He had expected Shibukawa to launch a counterattack after hitting an ace. However, Mizuki reacted faster, decisively seizing the initiative and forcefully forcing Shibukawa to run left and right.

and this.

That is, Guan Yue's response.

He had no intention of playing games; instead, he planned to use overwhelming force to sweep away his opponent. In his view, someone as arrogant as Shibukawa needed to be thoroughly subdued before he could be used by him.

He was confident that once the other party realized their own weakness and his own power, Guan Yue would be completely convinced.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

on the field.

Temporarily setting aside his data-driven tennis, Mizuki launched a powerful attack. His skill level was not low, far surpassing that of Vice-Captain Yamabuki Minami, and certainly not comparable to someone like Muromachi.

Even with Shibukawa's current strength, he wasn't much stronger than Mizuki. And since he himself didn't intend to fight seriously, he ended up at a disadvantage.

"Not bad, as expected of Mizuki."

Sensing the pressure exerted by the other party, Shibukawa nodded to himself. In terms of basic strength, especially technical skills, Mizuki had probably already reached around 2.5 to 3 points.

He is a data-driven player with keen perception and strong insight. He can spot subtle weaknesses in Shibukawa's defense during an attack.

Therefore, Shibukawa seemed to be suppressed again, while Mizuki appeared to be in complete control.

But in fact.

This was something Shechuan did intentionally.

After all, there aren't many top-tier data-driven players in the original work. While Mizuki isn't exactly a top-tier player, she's still quite skilled.

It would be a waste not to use the abilities of someone like that to find your own weaknesses.

It turns out.

He really knows how to observe the moon.

Once he got serious, he did manage to suppress Shibukawa. But the latter didn't simply fall into a passive position; instead, he constantly adjusted his tactics based on Mizuki's offensive positioning.

Gradually, Mizuki frowned.

"Something's not right."

He remembers clearly that some balls that were initially relatively difficult for Sichuan to handle gradually became less and less effective.

Bang!

To test his theory, Mizuki unleashed his full power, hitting a fast passing shot. At the same time, he focused intently on the flying tennis ball.

Swish!

next moment.

A figure that shouldn't have appeared early arrived near the landing point of the tennis ball a step ahead. Then, with a crisp thud, Mizuki, who had exposed an opening due to her all-out attack, could only watch helplessly as the tennis ball flew past her backhand.

Bang!

"30-0!"

"Is that really true?"

Mizuki stared wide-eyed at Shibukawa across from her.

The opponent's weaknesses were visibly patched up and disappeared. Not only that, but there was even a subtle trend of the ball becoming the opponent's preferred style of play.

"Oh."

Seeing the other person's astonished expression, Shibukawa smiled slightly.

He succeeded.

Mizuki is clearly a more suitable whetstone for him than Muromachi or Minami.

Bang!

Then.

He served again, giving his opponent no time to think. After a brief moment of shock, Mizuki still couldn't believe his judgment, so he rallied and launched an attack.

This was exactly what Shechuan wanted.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The two clashed again.

This time, Mizuki chose a different weakness, which made Shibukawa quite struggle. However, after a few rounds, the strange situation reappeared.

Mizuki, who was originally on the offensive and about to suppress her opponent, was shocked to find that Shibukawa's response had become skillful again, and there was no sign of him being attacked.

Bang!

The counterattack against Sichuan came suddenly.

Caught off guard, Mizuki instinctively opened her eyes wide as the tennis ball swept past her.

"40-0!"

After the same situation occurred twice in a row, Mizuki realized the seriousness of the problem.

There are only two possibilities in the current situation.

The first possibility is that Shibukawa was just putting on an act, deliberately exposing his fake weaknesses to lure Mizuki into attacking him.

This means that the opponent's true strength is greater than Mizuki had anticipated. The situation is extremely unfavorable for him.

The second possibility is that those were indeed Shechuan's real weaknesses. However, the other side overcame those weaknesses and corrected them one by one in a short period of time.

Although the second type of representative is not as powerful as the first, for Mizuki, this possibility is the most dangerous and also the most astonishing.

Bang!

soon.

Shibukawa overcame his weakness once again and hit a powerful shot.

"Game!"

"Shigawa, 2-3, switch positions!"

Yuta spoke.

Guan Yue fell silent.

He couldn't help but laugh as he overcame Shibukawa, a weakness he hadn't even discovered before.

"Um?"

But the next moment.

The proficiency panel that suddenly flashed before his eyes brought a strong look of joy to his eyes.

[You have overcome your weaknesses multiple times and transformed this experience into a special skill. You have awakened the special ability: Weakness Correction.]

[Weakness Correction: In actual combat, you are more likely to discover your own weaknesses. Furthermore, once you overcome a weakness, it is easier to turn that weakness into a strength.]

Weakness correction.

In the original work, the special ability of Ralph Reinhardt, captain of the US tennis team, is exceptionally effective against characters who are technically proficient, data-driven, and insightful.

"This guy..."

the other side.

After switching positions, Mizuki subconsciously glanced at his opponent. For some reason, he suddenly sensed a subtle change in his opponent.

but.

He quickly dismissed the thought.

As a player who has received elite tennis training, he must keep himself calm and prevent his opponent from seizing the opportunity to catch up.

"Offense is not useless."

"Whether he's deliberately hiding his strength or truly has the ability to quickly overcome his weaknesses, as long as my attack is strong enough, I can completely suppress him."

Guan Yue made up her mind.

We can't afford to stay in a stalemate with the opponent; we must hit as many winning shots as possible. Win the points cleanly and decisively, giving the opponent no time to recover.

however.

Shibukawa, however, seemed to have anticipated his attack and changed his previous aggressive tennis style to defensive tennis.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The tennis ball flew back and forth over the blocking net.

Yuta, sitting on the high chair, subconsciously clenched his fists. The tug-of-war between the two in front of him made him break out in a cold sweat.

The anticipation from both sides, the timing of the shots, and the quality of the tennis balls all put him under immense pressure.

but.

As time went by, Yuta gradually sensed the changes.

"strangeness."

He frowned as he looked at the court, a hint of suspicion flashing in his eyes: "Senior Kanzuki is clearly on the offensive and has the upper hand. But why do I feel like his situation is a bit dangerous?"

in contrast.

Shechuan appears to be firmly controlled near the bottom line, yet he seems to have a sense of ease and control.

In fact, this is not an illusion.

As the saying goes, "one effort is enough, but a second will be weaker and a third will be exhausted." As Guan Yue's offensive was thwarted, his momentum was weakening in the constant tug-of-war.

In contrast, consider Shechuan.

They were secretly accumulating strength, waiting for the right opportunity.

Normally, with Guan Yue's abilities, he would naturally be able to see through the clues. But at this moment, he was deeply involved in the situation, and his own emotions, due to the prolonged failure to break through, began to become impatient, losing his usual composure.

"Get over here!"

Suddenly.

Guan Yue let out a low shout and swung her racket to hit a shot with an extremely beautiful arc and a very tricky landing point.

"nice shot!!"

Yuta couldn't help but cheer in his heart.

In a match, such a shot is a stroke of genius, a rare and unpredictable one, only possible when the player performs beyond their usual level.

Obviously.

Guan Yue herself possesses the basic abilities of a master.

It's quite normal for someone like that to hit a high-quality shot once they're in a hot hand.

"Now."

However, a glint of shrewdness flashed in Shibukawa's eyes as he faced this high-quality smash.

That's right.

Mizuki did indeed hit a high-level shot. However, this also caused him to lose his balance, leaving him vulnerable all over.

Tap tap!

Immediately, Shibukawa moved quickly over. After the tennis ball bounced on the ground, he raised his hand and hit it without even looking.

There was a loud bang.

Under Mizuki's incredulous gaze, the ball he was so confident of winning landed right beside him. Normally, a counterattack wouldn't have been difficult for him, but now, with his body out of balance and his emotions fluctuating wildly like a rollercoaster, he had completely lost the ability to retaliate.

finally.

He could only watch helplessly as the tennis ball flew past him.

"Glug."

Seeing the white mark left on the court after the tennis ball bounced, Yuta, sitting on the high chair, subconsciously swallowed, then announced the score with a slight tremor: "0, 0-15!"

Then.

He looked at Shechuan with eyes full of admiration.

too strong!

This is a textbook example of a defensive counter-attack!

Guan Yue clenched his fists tightly, realizing he had made a mistake. His impatience and loss of composure had given his opponent an opportunity.

The issue is.

After forcing himself to calm down, he fell into a long silence.

He kept going over the situation in his mind, trying to figure out how he could change the outcome. But the more he thought about it, the heavier his heart became.

No solution.

He found it difficult to break through the opponent's defensive level. After failing to break through for a long time, he would instead find himself on the defensive.

Various thoughts flashed through his mind, but Mizuki ultimately chose to accept reality. Subsequently, he changed his offensive style and adopted a defensive counter-attacking style, just like Shibukawa.

This is actually his strongest style.

For data-driven players, as long as they can withstand the opponent's offensive and continuously gather valuable intelligence while defending, they can use this information to defeat the opponent in one fell swoop when the opportunity arises.

however.

However, Shechuan unexpectedly launched an attack.

The speed at which the two switched roles left Yuta, sitting on the high chair, speechless. But he soon realized something was wrong, because Mizuki on the court was completely different from before, and under Shibukawa's attack, she was now looking disheveled and overwhelmed.

"According to previous intelligence, there's a 75% chance he'll hit a cross-court shot... wait, why is it a straight shot?"

"This time, judging by his form, it was bound to be a long-range smash... Damn, it was a short shot, and he hit it so beautifully!!"

"That was definitely a smash, no, no, it was a short ball. He's using a feint, trying to confuse me..."

After losing points in a row.

Facing Shibukawa leaping into a smashing stance once more, Mizuki's mind raced with thoughts. Finally, he made up his mind and sprinted towards the net without hesitation.

boom!

however.

However, Shechuan delivered a fierce smash.

With a loud thud, the tennis ball, imbued with powerful force, slammed into the ground. The dull thud seemed to possess a magical quality, causing Mizuki, who had been preparing to sprint away, to freeze in mid-air.

"The match is over."

At the same time, Yuta, sitting on his high chair, announced loudly, "Shibukawa Shin wins! Score 6-3!"

"We...we actually lost..."

Guan Yue muttered to herself with a stiff expression.

At this moment, he had lost all of his pre-match high spirits. His face was blank, his eyes vacant, as if all his energy had been drained.

"Why, why?"

After a long while, he came to his senses, raised his head, and spoke with a face so dark it seemed like it could drip water: "My data couldn't be wrong. What exactly did you do?"

"How pitiful."

"As a data-driven individual, don't you know that not all data is useful? Sometimes, like computer viruses, seemingly harmless data can be deadly."

Looking at Mizuki, who was on the verge of a breakdown and whose expression was slightly manic, Shibukawa shook his head and said, "By the time you decided to play defensively and counterattack, your database had already been corrupted."

virus?

Pollution database?

Upon hearing the Shibukawa dialect, Mizuki's body trembled violently. Then, as if struck by lightning, she staggered backward and landed on her bottom.