My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

"Ok?"

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 he 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 our opponent; we must hit as many winning shots as possible. Win points cleanly and decisively, giving our 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 skills, 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 level of 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.

"Right 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.

"Gudu."

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!!"

"This 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.

Shechuan, however, unleashed 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, to freeze in mid-air.

"The match is over."

At the same time, Yuta, sitting on the 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?

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

"How pitiful."

"As a data stream player, don't you know that not all data is useful? Sometimes, like computer viruses, seemingly harmless data is actually deadly."

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

virus?

Database contamination?

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

Chapter 44 The Invitation from Shechuan, and the Appointment

now.

The shock in Guan Yue's heart was beyond words.

He didn't expect to lose, let alone to lose so badly in the field of data tennis, which he excels at.

"Letter from Shechuan..."

He raised his head, his gaze deep as he looked at the boy in front of him.

The other person's long, black bangs obscured their eyes, making it impossible for him to see their true expression. Even now, the other person remained an enigma in his mind.

The saying goes, "Your appearance reflects your heart."

In Mizuki's view, a person's appearance is determined by their genes, but their dressing style and fashion sense are things they can control later in life. In other words, judging from Shibukawa's appearance, he should have been a timid, low-key, and unremarkable person.

However, the opponent was not only a regular member of Yamabuki, but also possessed shockingly strong abilities.

"Well."

Sudden.

As if thinking of something, Mizuki subconsciously narrowed her eyes.

Are you deliberately hiding your true abilities?

As if sensing something, Mizuki raised an eyebrow slightly: "This is definitely not your real tennis, Shin Shibukawa. What exactly are you trying to do?"

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Shibukawa raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "You saw through me? I should say, as expected of Mizuki?"

"Humph!"

Hearing the other person's half-teasing words, Mizuki snorted coldly, her gaze still trying to investigate something.

Seeing this, Shechuan smiled faintly: "By the way, does our pre-match bet still stand?"

A bet?

Upon hearing this, not only Mizuki but also Yuta, who was watching from the sidelines, reacted and immediately looked towards the former.

"..."

Guan Yue's expression was rather unpleasant.