My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

Even with his best efforts, he couldn't improve the team's overall strength. It wasn't until Mizuki appeared that he saw hope for St. Rudolph to make it to the national tournament.

Therefore, Akazawa naturally complied unconditionally with all the other party's requests.

But the result?

Before the new season even began, a change occurred. The key figure, Mizuki, vanished without a trace, as if he had evaporated into thin air.

Akazawa panicked.

His plan died before it could be implemented.

What angered him even more was that Mizuki, who had clearly made an agreement, had vanished in the blink of an eye. This made Akazawa feel betrayed, but he didn't completely lose his temper. If something had happened to Mizuki's family, questioning him would undoubtedly be a misunderstanding.

Ring ring ring!!

At this time.

The school bell rang.

After everyone was seated, the teacher entered the classroom with her lesson plan. And today's first class happened to be the math class taught by the homeroom teacher, Maeda.

just.

Before the middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses and a large belly even reached the podium, Akazawa, who was standing in the back row, suddenly stood up.

"Mr. Maeda!"

Akazawa struggled to control his emotions, his gaze fixed intently on the other person: "I want to know... what happened to Mizuki-kun? I haven't seen him for the past two days!!"

"Nonsense!"

As a homeroom teacher, Maeda is not a gentle person. Although he looks mild-mannered, he has some tricks up his sleeve to keep his students in line.

just.

When he saw Chi Ze, whose eyes were burning with anger and whose body was exuding a fierce aura, his heart skipped a beat. Instead of getting angry, he sighed.

"That Mizuki-san... has already transferred schools."

Transferring schools?!

Upon hearing this, the classmates were all stunned for a moment, then they all realized what was going on. This explained why Akazawa had been wearing that expression that said someone owed him fifty million these past two days.

Click.

Click click.

At this moment, even though Akazawa in the back row was trying to control his emotions, his clenched fists kept making cracking sounds.

"teacher."

Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm himself down and asked in a calm tone, "I want to know where he transferred to."

"Well..."

Maeda breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Akazawa regain his composure. Then, after thinking for a moment, he said uncertainly, "His case is handled by the head of the academic affairs office, but if I remember correctly, he should have transferred to Yamabuki."

Yamabuki?

Swish!

For an instant.

A glint of light flashed in Akazawa's eyes, and he remembered the name deeply.

Then.

He politely apologized to Maeda and sat back down. The hostility emanating from him gradually disappeared, and he seemed to have regained his usual calm demeanor.

But his deskmate, who knew Akazawa's personality well, knew very well that Akazawa was merely suppressing his anger; this matter was far from over until Mizuki was found.

...

At the same time.

Yamabuki Middle School.

This morning, the school welcomed new transfer students to both the first and second grades.

"Come in."

In Class 4 of Grade 1, a middle-aged woman smiled and said to the figures outside the classroom, "Let me introduce myself first."

"Ok?"

next moment.

Sitting against the wall in the classroom, Muromachi, wearing white-rimmed sunglasses, raised an eyebrow slightly: "This guy's equipment... is it for playing tennis?"

A brown-haired boy wearing a white Yamabuki school uniform jacket and carrying a tennis bag on his back walked in. Standing on the podium, the boy calmly introduced himself.

"Hello everyone, my name is Fuji Yuta. I look forward to working with you in the future."

Done.

He then bowed slightly to the crowd.

"The only one."

At this moment, the woman looked around the classroom and smiled as she pointed to a spot by the wall: "Muromachi is a member of the school's tennis club, so I'm sure you'll have a lot in common."

"Ok."

The boy, Yuta, nodded and walked towards the location of Muromachi.

"Hello."

After sitting down, Yuta greeted his deskmate warmly. Since he had decided to come to Yamabuki, he definitely wanted to inquire about the tennis club.

If he remembered correctly, Shibukawa was just a regular member of the tennis team. The others, including Sengoku and Uesugi, were also very strong.

Although Yuta joined Yamabuki because of Shibukawa's recruitment, he didn't want to cause trouble for her, and he also wanted to integrate into school life on his own.

"You play tennis too?"

Muromachi glanced at his deskmate who had settled down, raised an eyebrow slightly, patted his chest, and said, "It's okay, you'll stick with me in Yamabuki from now on. I'll submit your application for the club this afternoon. Don't worry, I have influence within the team."

"That's troublesome."

Yuta smiled and nodded.

Although the boy in front of him seemed arrogant, he didn't dislike him. In fact, he had a good relationship with his classmates at Seigaku.

But he preferred the feeling of being on Monkey Island.

It's not that the people there are better than those at Seigaku. It's simply because, in Sarushima and now in Yamabuki, no one adds the prefix "Fuji's younger brother" when they talk to him.

Only when he is away from Seigaku can Yuuta feel that he is Fuji Yuuta, and not someone's younger brother.

and.

Unlike when he transferred to Sarujima, Yuuta now feels uncertain about the future, but his desire to escape is no longer the same as before; instead, he is filled with anticipation for the future.

the other side.

At the same time that Yuta joined Class 4 of the first year, a black-haired boy in Class 6 of the second year of Yamabuki, also wearing a white jacket, walked to the podium under the guidance of his teacher.

"Hello everyone, my name is Guan Yuechu. I look forward to working with you in the future."

Done.

The young man, Guan Yue, placed his left hand on his chest and gave a graceful bow to the crowd.

When she looked up, Mizuki quickly scanned the classroom with a gaze that was not easily noticed by others.

just.

As his gaze swept across the students in the classroom, his brow furrowed slightly.

No!

The person he remembered wasn't in this classroom. This made Kanzuki, who thought he had gathered information and knew about the other person in advance, feel inexplicably uneasy.

"That guy didn't come today?"

"Or is he not a student in Class 6, Grade 2 of Yamabuki at all?!"

Guan Yue subconsciously felt that she had been tricked by the other party!

"wrong."

“I specifically looked up his information, and he is indeed a student in Class 6 of the second year of Yamabuki. Moreover, all the information matches what I know one by one.”

Countless pieces of information flashed through Guan Yue's mind.

Before arriving, to avoid being questioned by Akazawa, he didn't dare greet the other party at all. He even deactivated his original phone card, just to avoid any further involvement with Saint Rudolf.

However, if he abandons St. Rudolph and goes to Yamabuki only to be betrayed by others, Mizuki would never accept that.

"Ok?"

Just then.

Guan Yue suddenly had the illusion that he was being stared at by a dangerous gaze. Then, he subconsciously turned his head to look, only to meet a pair of calm eyes that gleamed with an eerie light.

For an instant.

Despite being very confident in her ability to control her emotions, Kanzuki had the unsettling feeling that others could see right through her.

"Wait, why does this face look so familiar?"

Looking at the handsome, sharply defined features on that face, Guan Yue seemed to realize something, and her pupils quietly contracted.

"It's him?"

"But how come that guy has changed so much in just a few days?!"

If, in Guan Yue's original opinion, that person was very strong, his own flaws were also very obvious, namely, he did not have the aura to match those top team leaders.

Whether in Japan or overseas.

In Guan Yue's mind, those who can lead their teams to sweep the field and become unapproachable powerhouses in the eyes of others are either calm or fierce in personality, tall or upright in stature, but none of them are ordinary and unremarkable, the kind of people who would be easily lost in a crowd.

But now.

That face, however, subconsciously gave Guan Yue an aura of unyielding authority and sharpness.

"So, this is what you were originally like, Shin Shibukawa!"

Taking a deep breath, Guan Yue calmed herself down.

Although he didn't know what had happened to the other person, his intuition told him that the boy in front of him, who had undergone a complete transformation, had likely already begun to implement some kind of plan.

The other party is like a majestic eagle lurking in the deep mountains, silent until it makes a stunning sound!

"Then let me see how you break the current Yamabuki regime. There are still two insurmountable obstacles in front of you."

Thinking of Sengoku and Uesugi, both equally powerful members of the Yamabuki clan, a playful smile appeared on Mizuki's face.

Chapter 54 Shocked Mizuki

In the blink of an eye.

Then it was time for afternoon club activities.

Inside Class 6 of Grade 2 in Yamabuki, Minami took out her tennis bag, composed herself, put on a serious expression, and prepared to go to the tennis club.

"Ok?"

but.

To his surprise, the new student named Mizuki walked straight in front of him.

Minami instinctively asked, "Mitsuki-kun, is something the matter?"

But he soon realized that the other person's gaze was not on him at all, but on the black-haired boy who was slowly getting up next to him.

"Shibukawa-kun, it's about time you took me to see the Yamabuki tennis club, right?"

Guan Yue had been waiting all morning.

He made a huge decision to transfer from St. Rudolph to Yamabuki. This not only betrayed his promise to Akazawa, but also gambled with his tennis career for the following year.

Although Mizuki has a higher talent for table tennis and is already at the national level, he is more interested in tennis, which is more difficult, and wants to challenge opponents at a higher level.

In his original plan, St. Rudolph was a good choice, provided he could scout out talented players from all over the country.