My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

Inside the office, Bantian thoughtfully stroked his chin.

According to his plan, what the tennis club needs most right now is to take advantage of the training enthusiasm sparked by Shibukawa and strengthen its overall strength as much as possible.

Although Yamabuki doesn't have a tennis club like Hyotei, which has over 150 members and is still growing, it still has close to 50 members.

The team's overall strength has improved, especially with the current training being conducted by the serious and enthusiastic first and second-year students. As long as these players develop, it will be able to ensure that the team's overall level remains at a certain high standard for the next two years.

But after thinking about it, Banta decided to agree.

There was no way around it; the other party offered too much. Not only did they book a club-level stadium, but they also offered a substantial appearance fee simply for Yamabuki to participate in practice matches.

With this money, Bantian can improve the training conditions for the team members and supplement some training equipment that was previously lacking.

"and......"

After a pause, Banta glanced at the list of opponents for the practice match, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes: "If I remember correctly, this school was the runner-up in the regional qualifiers last year, right?"

Thinking of that school and a certain old acquaintance, Bantian couldn't help but laugh.

"They will probably be even stronger next year."

"However, with Shibukawa this year, if we add Akutsu to the mix, we might not be without a chance."

"If possible, we should definitely give that kid more opportunities for real combat. If he keeps working in isolation, he'll never see the vast world outside."

...

"What? A practice match?"

That afternoon, after receiving Banta's notification, Sengoku, one of the top-ranked members of the regular team, couldn't help but feel anxious: "Sensei, could we postpone it for another day...?"

Is something urgent?

Bantian looked up.

Sengoku scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly: "I...I made plans with someone else."

"Is that so...?"

Banta thought for a moment, his face remaining expressionless, but he was somewhat disappointed. However, before he could speak, Uesugi suddenly turned to look at Sengoku.

"Who?"

"Huh? Minister, Minister, you..."

"I'm asking you, who did you meet up with?"

Uesugi's cold gaze locked onto Sengoku: "Is it Minako from Class 3 of the second year, or Sana from Class 6 of the second year?!"

Swish!

This statement came out.

Sengoku's face turned pale instantly, completely losing his usual calm and confident demeanor.

Shibukawa, standing in the crowd, glanced at his club president with some surprise. He remembered her as someone who was very authoritative during club activities, but who rarely interfered with the members' lives after school.

Unexpectedly, Uesugi knew so much about Sengoku's private life.

"Um, that..."

Seeing Uesugi's stern expression, Sengoku stammered, "It's...it's Yuuko from Class 2-1..."

Upon hearing this, even Shibukawa's lips twitched slightly. He thought to himself that Sengoku's nickname was completely wrong; this wasn't 'Lucky Sengoku,' he was clearly 'Lady Sengoku.'

"Teacher, Minister."

Noticing the strange looks from everyone, Sengoku forced a smile and said, "I will definitely be there on time for tomorrow's match, I promise..."

"enough!"

Unexpectedly, Uesugi roared, his gaze turning coldly to Sengoku: "You don't need to go to tomorrow's practice match. In fact, if you want, you can quit the club right now and never touch tennis again!!!"

In an instant.

The entire stadium was silent.

Everyone felt as if the temperature around them had dropped to freezing point. Even Kentaro Minami, who wanted to offer some words of advice, swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

No one expected Uesugi to suddenly launch an attack.

Even Banta was quite surprised.

"Qianyi, don't say that."

Before the old man could even speak, Uesugi couldn't help but say, "Teacher, you don't need to try to persuade me. Do you know what this guy has been doing all this time? Since the end of the National Tournament, I know of at least 67 girls he's tried to flirt with. Has he put even a fraction of effort into training?"

In the past, Uesugi would have turned a blind eye. After all, Sengoku's talent was undeniable, and even he himself probably wouldn't be a match for him now; lecturing him would be utterly unconvincing.

However, Uesugi was deeply moved by Shibukawa's tireless training, his advancement to the regular team, and his sweeping victories. Consequently, he became even more dissatisfied with Sengoku, who wasted his talent by not doing anything productive and spending his time flirting with girls.

Finally, Sengoku's hesitant and evasive manner regarding practice matches became the trigger for Uesugi's outburst.

"I see."

Banta smiled and patted Uesugi on the shoulder: "I'll handle Sengoku's situation, don't worry. Sengoku, come with me, I have something to tell you."

immediately.

Banta glanced at Sengoku and walked towards the outside of the stadium.

The latter had kept his head down ever since Uesugi's outburst, and upon hearing Banta's words, he followed obediently behind like a schoolchild who had done something wrong.

"67? That's outrageous!"

After the two left, one of the remaining team members whispered, "Our tennis club doesn't even have this many people, does it?"

"What's so surprising? The minister only knows about our school; there are others from other schools as well."

"Wow, Sengoku is too strong! Can he handle so many people?"

"How is that possible? You'd be lucky if one out of ten manages to strike up a conversation."

"Got it, this is Sengoku's tactic. That guy is too cunning!"

"All right."

By the end, Uesugi glanced at everyone impatiently: "Go train, or do you want to learn that kid's flirting skills?"

Upon hearing this, everyone shrank back. Their minister was in a rage, and anyone who dared to say another word at this moment would surely suffer a terrible fate.

Shechuan didn't care at all.

His primary goal now is to continue improving his skills. Reaching the Grand Tournament level is just the beginning, the Kanto level is barely enough to establish himself, and only the National level will allow him to secure a place before the Junior High National Tournament in the main storyline.

Even compared to the dominance of other schools, the strength of ordinary national-level schools is not enough.

The only thing that made him somewhat regretful was Sengoku's talent.

Judging from the original work, even if the opponent's potential doesn't compare to the top-tier monsters, it's still at least at a slightly overpowered level. Not only does he have extremely high physical talent, but he also possesses dynamic vision that far surpasses that of Echizen and Kikumaru.

If Sengoku's potential were fully developed, he would definitely be considered a top figure nationwide. Instead of being a pushover during the Kanto and National Tournament stages in the original story.

However, Shibukawa himself hasn't even mastered the skills yet, so he has no time to concern himself with Sengoku's affairs. If he really wants to train Sengoku and develop an effective training plan, he'll have to wait until Sengoku has full control over Yamabuki.

That's right.

Despite only recently becoming a regular starter, Shibukawa's ambitions have already begun to brew. Now that he's been reborn and possesses a true cheat code, how could his goal be as simple as just leading Yamabuki into the national tournament?

Chapter 29 Practice Match, Yamabuki vs. Kakiki

The following morning.

Led by Banta, Yamabuki and his group head to a tennis club called Seishundai in Tokyo.

Among the team members, Sengoku, sitting at the back of the bus, looked dejected. It was unclear what Banta had said to him that made Sengoku give up his date with the girl.

But thinking about it, it makes sense.

This is, after all, an official position in the tennis club. As a regular player, if you don't have anything really important to do and miss a match without a valid reason, you might as well take off your regular player uniform.

Given Sengoku's personality, he would never do something like leaving the tennis club for a date.

However, it was probably because Uesugi's reprimand was a bit too harsh that Sengoku felt too embarrassed in front of everyone and lost his usual cheerful demeanor.

"By the way, who is our opponent this time?"

On the bus, Dongfang Yamei, with her slicked-back hair slicked back and polished with hair wax, asked curiously.

"In this direction..."

One of the regulars thought for a moment and said uncertainly, "It seems to be Seigaku's territory!"

"Qing Xue?"

Upon hearing this...

Everyone immediately perked up.

Last year, Yamabuki reached the semifinals of the Tokyo Metropolitan Tournament, and the team that eliminated them in the semifinals was Seigaku. In Tokyo, Seigaku is the second strongest team after Hyotei.

"It would be interesting to compete against them."

A third-year regular player stroked his chin with great interest and said.

"Seigaku?"

Sengoku, who had been absent-minded, immediately perked up upon hearing this. Involuntarily, the tall figure in the blue and white tracksuit from last year's competition flashed through his mind.

That was the worst defeat he had ever suffered since he started playing tennis.

Because of his defeat, Yamabuki lost three consecutive matches and ultimately lost to Seigaku, missing out on the Tokyo Metropolitan Tournament finals.

"If it's that person..."

Sengoku couldn't help but start making connections.

Shibukawa, sitting in the middle, shook his head to himself: "If the match is being held in a tennis club, it's unlikely to be Seigaku."

Practice matches are usually played on a team's turf. However, Seigaku and Yamabuki are both relatively ordinary schools, so they wouldn't go to the trouble of spending money to rent courts to play.

It would be more like it were Hyotei.

The problem is, given Atobe's arrogant personality, there are probably only a handful of teams nationwide that he would consider acceptable. Yamabuki is clearly not among them.

However, even if the opponent is not Seigaku, it is always good for Shibukawa to gain more practical experience.

After a while.

The group arrived at the Youth Terrace Tennis Club. After getting off the bus, they were guided by the staff to the competition venue.

"Has it finally arrived?"

In the vast basketball court area stood a group of teenagers wearing brown and yellow jackets. One of them, a long-faced boy with a middle parting and a somewhat gloomy expression, sneered, "These guys are really slow."

"There's nothing we can do about it, they just have the ability, don't they?"

A burly, brown-haired boy next to him laughed and said, "Kiichi, don't underestimate Yamabuki. They were the top four in last year's tournament, second only to Hyotei and Seigaku."

"cut."

Upon hearing this, the boy with the middle-part hair, Kyuki Kiichi, a second-year student at Kakiki Middle School, curled his lip in disdain: "In the end, they're just a first-round exit in the Kanto Tournament. They're a third-rate team that can't even make it into the top eight."

"All right."

Hearing the boy's nonchalant words, the burly boy frowned and said, "Don't forget the purpose of this practice match. If you want to defeat Seigaku, you have to strengthen Kakigi's doubles. Yamabuki is a doubles champion. Last year, Seigaku lost all their doubles matches and relied entirely on their singles to save face."

"I know, I know."

Kuki nodded, but clearly still didn't take today's practice match opponent seriously.

It wasn't that he truly looked down on Yamabuki, but rather that he was in the singles position. And as everyone knew, Yamabuki was weak in singles, the only ones who interested him were the opposing captain, Uesugi, and Sengoku.

The problem is, given their skill level, those two will definitely be playing in singles match 1 and singles match 2. Given Kuki's current status in Kakiki, he's not qualified to even attempt that.

"Coach Bantian, welcome, welcome."

At this moment, the coach of Kaki, a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, walked forward with a smile: "These must be your school's team members. They are indeed elites. In today's match, we will have to give our Kaki team members a lot of guidance."

"Hello, Coach Kuki."

Banta stepped forward, greeted them politely, and then said with a smile, "It is an honor for us to play against a team like Kakigi."

A decorated sedan chair, carried by people.

Compared to the arrogant young man, both coaches were shrewd and maintained a good facade.