My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

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?"

"Yes."

Guan Yue smiled and got straight to the point: "My name is Guan Yuechu, and I'm the manager of the tennis department 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 surprised by the sudden invitation. 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 School."

"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, and let me 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 lacking. 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 a word, 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 by something. Accompanied by a flash of light as sharp as a needle, a strong gust of air swept past Fuji Yuta without warning, stinging his cheek.

"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 personally."

"this......"

Fuji Yuta immediately hesitated.

In reality, he had no feelings for Sarujima. He had only been a little over a month since transferring schools.

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 harmful 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.

"It's 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!

Chapter 42 The Bet, Mizuki's Unease (4000 words)

Both of them were surprised by Shibukawa's appearance.

"senior."

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

"nothing."

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

"Uh."

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."

"how."

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?"

"That's true."

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 Kanto, and even for the national tournament."

He spoke calmly, as if stating something that was bound to happen. This confident demeanor, in the eyes of Fuji Yuuta not far away, only added to his air of superiority.

However, it held no appeal for Shechuan.

"that's it?"

Looking at the other person, Shibukawa couldn't help but shake his head and say, "To aim for 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.

"Your Excellency has 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: "If someone who has returned from studying in France only aims to make it to the national tournament, it 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 can come to Yamabuki. How about that!"

"Well."

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.

"it is 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.