My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

On the other side, the boy with short light brown hair and a scar on his forehead was also surprised.

He lost to his opponent in the last school selection competition. Judging from Sarujima's current strength ranking, Imura is definitely the strongest ace.

but.

Who plays their trump card right from the start?

However, although the brown-haired boy was puzzled, he couldn't help but feel excited seeing his team's strongest player take the stage. No matter what, Sarujima had to at least win one game.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

however.

Once the match officially begins.

Aside from the members of Yamabuki, the coaches and players of Sarujima, as well as Mizuki who was secretly gathering information, were all taken aback by the scene before them.

"It's a lie, isn't it?"

The brown-haired boy stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

On the field, the once confident Kei Imura was now running around in a disheveled state, covered in sweat.

"Well!"

Guan Yue squinted her eyes.

His gaze swept past Imura and landed on the calm and collected black-haired boy in Yamabuki's direction.

"Shigawa letter?"

"This person isn't even mentioned in the records. Who exactly are you?"

Thinking of this.

As if spotting prey, a glint of light flashed in Guan Yue's eyes.

Chapter 41 The Olive Branch for Moon Viewing (4000 words)

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.

"Gudu."

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, murmured, "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 ability.

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 isn'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 School 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, Miyuki, 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 Rolls, 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 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 any exceptionally talented players came from here."

After adjusting her mindset, Guanyue felt much more relaxed.

"Ok?"

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, stared at the brown-haired boy's hitting point, and nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, the hitting is very stable, and the landing point is also controlled within a specific range. 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."

"Well."

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.