My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

Shishiraku in Kyushu, Shitenhoji in Kansai, and an unknown team in Tokyo are all experiencing changes that could influence the course of competitions at the prefectural, Kanto, and even national levels.

In the blink of an eye.

Early spring has ended.

Cherry blossoms are in bloom.

Shechuan and others also ushered in their first semester of junior high school.

Chapter 85: Taiyi's Experiences at the Youth Altar

4 month.

In the warm spring season.

With the cold winter gone, the campus has returned to its former liveliness. Compared to just over ten days ago, it seems to have been reborn.

The original third-year students graduated and left, and new blood joined.

Mountain blows.

The first day of school.

A group of teenagers wearing white jackets stood on the playground. On the stage, school leaders were giving a passionate speech, especially emphasizing the wonderful three years of junior high school life that would follow.

"Is this Yamabuki?"

After the opening ceremony, a handsome young man with short, dark blue hair clenched his fists, his eyes filled with excitement.

The boy was not tall, about 1.5 meters. He had delicate features and seemed very shy. Even if a girl next to him glanced at him unintentionally, he would blush with embarrassment.

His name is Tan Taiyi.

12 is old.

He is a new student who just joined the Yamabuki Junior High School.

Before entering junior high school, Tan was already looking forward to his future school life. He loved tennis, but there were basically no tennis training activities in elementary school.

Generally, to get started with tennis, you usually need someone in your family who knows how to play, or you can go to a nearby tennis club or a specialized tennis school to learn.

He has been involved with tennis for three or four years, but he only started learning tennis seriously in the last six months.

He is short, which is a disadvantage in tennis. In addition, the entry requirements are not low, and his family's financial situation cannot support him to start tennis training in advance.

About half a year ago, Tan was lucky enough to meet a retired coach near his home. The coach saw that Tan had a great interest in tennis and that Tan was honest and straightforward, so he taught Tan some basic skills.

Now that he has finally entered junior high school, Tan is very excited.

"Hey, Tan."

Among the crowd, a boy from his class asked curiously, "What club are you planning to join?"

"Tennis club!"

The forum's answer was very firm.

"Tennis club?"

The boy was somewhat surprised, but then nodded and said, "Although the soccer and basketball clubs had better national results last year, the tennis club is still quite good."

"Hello, Shinohara-san."

The young man stared wide-eyed at his classmate whom he had only recently met.

"I definitely want to join the football club."

As the boy named Shinohara spoke, he lifted his trouser leg to reveal his muscular calves and proudly said, "I started playing soccer when I was 8 years old. Let me tell you, the reason I went to Yamabuki University is because the soccer here is top-notch nationwide."

"I really envy you."

Tan said from the bottom of his heart.

Seeing the other person's reaction, Shinohara revealed a smug expression, clearly enjoying himself. Then, he patted Dan on the shoulder and laughed, "Don't be discouraged. Yamabuki's tennis is still quite good. If you work hard for the next three years, you still have a chance to make it to the national tournament."

"National Competition?"

A look of longing appeared in his eyes.

He also looked forward to representing Yamabuki in the competition. However, he was also aware of his own limitations and did not expect to stand out from the crowd.

"A national competition? That's really audacious!"

Just then, a sarcastic voice sounded from the side.

A tall, red-haired boy with a buzz cut sneered with disdain: "Yamabuki only made it to the semifinals in the tournament last year, and Kanto was defeated in the first round. They didn't even get close to the national level. Now look at our basketball club."

As he spoke, the red-haired boy proudly patted his chest and exclaimed, "Last year we made it into the top 16 nationwide, achieving our best result in 10 years!"

"W-Is it that amazing?"

Tan was utterly shocked.

He used to have only a vague understanding of the junior high school league. Now, after hearing the red-haired boy's explanation, he finally understood just how difficult it was to qualify for this level of competition.

"You little rascal."

Seeing Tan's reaction, the red-haired boy, who had intended to mock and belittle him, instantly lost interest. He glanced at Tan's height, then shook his head and said, "However, with your height, joining the tennis club might not be a bad thing."

In contrast.

Although the red-haired boy was only in the second year of junior high school, he was already over 1.8 meters tall, making him stand out from the crowd among his peers.

"Oh?"

Just then, a cold voice rang out: "So, you look down on the tennis club?"

Ok?

The red-haired boy's expression changed slightly upon hearing this. He turned his head and saw a boy with slightly dark skin wearing white-rimmed sunglasses walking towards him.

The other person was of average height, only a little over 1.6 meters. The difference was even more obvious compared to the red-haired boy.

But when the boy in sunglasses lifted his foot and walked towards them, the red-haired boy's expression changed upon sensing his sharp aura.

"It's Muromachi!"

"Oh no! Run!"

The red-haired boy and his companion seemed to realize something, their expressions changed, and then they turned and left without looking back.

"Senior, what is this...?"

Tan looked at the newcomer with a somewhat blank expression.

Although he was naive and didn't know what had happened, his intuition told him that the person who came was definitely not ordinary.

"A team's ranking does not necessarily equate to its strength."

Just then, a slightly deep voice came. The group looked up and saw a brown-haired figure walk across Muromachi and look at Shinohara, the boy who had been talking so boastfully to Dan earlier.

"Well."

Just one glance.

This prodigy, who started playing football at the age of eight and whose physical development far surpassed that of his peers, felt a chill run down his spine. He swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

"remember."

The brown-haired boy with a scar on his forehead said expressionlessly, "Last year's ranking has nothing to do with you now. It doesn't matter if the team is ranked low, just climb up again!"

"Hmm...I understand."

Shinohara took a deep breath, bowed to the boy who gave him a strong sense of oppression, and quickly left.

"Hey kid, are you the one who wants to join the tennis club?"

"Keep it up, I believe in you."

The two appeared on either side of the altar, offered each a word of encouragement, and then passed by him, heading towards the tennis club.

"hiss!"

"Who are these two people? They're incredibly intimidating!"

"I know them, they're Fuji and Muromachi from the tennis club. If I remember correctly, those two are very strong, and they used to be regulars on the tennis club!"

After the two left, the students from the nearby Yamabuki area started gossiping about it.

"A senior from the tennis club?"

Tan clenched his fist.

He turned to watch the two figures disappear, which strengthened his resolve to join the tennis club.

...

"Hello, I would like to join the tennis club. This is my application."

Not long after.

Tan, dressed in sportswear, arrived at the tennis club's recruitment office with his completed application.

"Welcome to our tennis club."

The person in charge of recruitment was Vice President Nan, who was polite and spoke kindly. Upon hearing that someone had joined the tennis club, he immediately responded with a smile.

"classmate."

After accepting Tan's application to join the tennis club, Nan thoughtfully said, "Although you haven't officially joined the tennis club yet, you can go and take a look at the tennis club now if you're interested."

"I understand, thank you, senior."

Tan nodded politely in response, then walked towards the tennis club. He was indeed quite interested in the Yamabuki team.

"This kid is pretty good."

After the group left, another second-year student in charge of recruitment, named Nishikiori Tsubasa, smiled and said, "Vice-Captain, this year's recruitment should be much better than last year's, right?"

Their recruitment booth has only been set up for less than half an hour, and they have already received 12 applications to join the department.

"Yes, it's definitely much better than last year."

Last year, the recruitment drive was conducted by the department head, Uesugi, and him. In about half an hour, if he remembered correctly, only four or five people were recruited last year.

Actually, Yamabuki's rankings were similar in the two years before last and last year. They reached the semifinals in both tournaments, and in fact, the year before last, Yamabuki even made it to the second round and advanced to the Kanto quarterfinals.

Normally, given Yamabuki's even worse performance last year, their recruitment rate should be even lower this year. However, in reality, Yamabuki has been maintaining a weekly practice match since the beginning of the year.

As the Yamabuki team continued their winning streak, they gained even greater fame throughout Tokyo. Because every match ended in a terrifying 5-0 victory, Yamabuki's reputation now even surpassed Seigaku's, second only to Hyotei in the Tokyo area.

The advantage of having a big name is that you can attract more new talent.

Although the tennis club has a high training intensity, a large number of participants means that more people can stay.

"Welcome to the tennis club."

Seeing another application form being handed to him, Kentaro Minami's smile grew even brighter.

...

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

the other side.

After submitting his application to join the club, Tan inquired his way to the vicinity of the tennis club. Before he even saw the court, he could hear the intense sound of balls being hit.

"Is this what junior high level tennis is like?"

Turning the corner, I arrived at the altar outside the tennis club. Watching the intense match on the court, my eyes lit up.

"That's... doubles?"

Suddenly, his gaze settled on one of the courts. Two players stood on each side of the court, both sides forming a formation and running back and forth with perfect coordination.

Doubles?

The altar's expression shifted slightly.

"They work together very well."

Tan was quite surprised to see that the players on both sides were moving forward and backward with great skill, and that they had not communicated with each other beforehand.