My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

"wrong!"

His gaze quickly fell on two of them. They were a pair of senior duo with a middle-part hairstyle and a mushroom-shaped hairstyle.

Tan keenly noticed that when the mushroom-headed guy in front made his move, he would put his left hand behind his back in advance and quickly make several number shapes with his fingers.

"what is that?"

"It seems like he's using this gesture to direct his teammates behind him?!"

"Wow, that's amazing! This is like the way ancient warriors used flags to command battle formations, isn't it?"

"Yes."

Just as Tan was in shock, a gentle voice came from beside him.

"Hello, senior."

Tan turned around and saw a handsome young man with black hair standing next to him.

"Hello."

The newcomer smiled and nodded at him, then looked at the match in progress on the court and said, "They are using the Yamabuki doubles technique, a code-based tactic."

"signal?"

"Well, generally speaking, the signals are a series of pre-arranged hand gestures before the serve. It's a style of play that forces the opponent into your rhythm through the serve and pressing."

"Once the tactical practice of the hand signals reaches a certain level, even outside of the service game, you can make tactical adjustments by quickly changing hand gestures before each return."

"That's amazing?"

Tan's eyes widened, filled with shock. "Then these two seniors are definitely going to win, right?"

"Then you're wrong."

Upon hearing this, the black-haired boy shook his head and laughed, "At most, there are four more rounds left. The combination using the coded attack method is about to lose points."

"Four rounds? How is that possible!"

Tan Xin didn't quite believe it.

Even though his tennis skills were average, he could still tell that the two people exchanging signals on the court were clearly in control of the game.

Swish swish!

soon.

The mushroom-headed guy in front quickly gestured, and the middle-parted guy behind him, having received the message from his teammate, immediately changed direction and hit the tennis ball to the opponent's left.

"nice shot!"

"We're definitely going to score this time!"

Not only the tan, but also many newcomers and members of the Yamabuki team couldn't help but cheer and applaud.

The two members of this code-giving duo worked together seamlessly. The one in front used his body to block the opponent's view while accurately transmitting information to his partner.

They won that point beautifully!

Swish!

however.

Just when everyone thought the game was over, the black-haired boy on the side of the court suddenly turned back. He strode towards the tennis ball, and as he got close, he decisively swung his racket. With a thud, the tennis ball was hit back at his opponent's feet on the backhand side.

"The match is over."

"The Mizuki-Yamazaki pair wins, score 6-4!"

"They actually won?"

"As expected, Mizuki is still too strong. She even cracked the code tactics of Niito and Kita!"

The crowd remarked with emotion.

"The code? It's been cracked?"

Tan looked utterly astonished. "A code is supposed to be some kind of encrypted information, making it harder to crack!"

"There is no such thing as absolutely encrypted tactics in the world."

The black-haired boy beside him chuckled, "Moreover, the code itself is a double-edged sword. Once the code is established, it means the tactics are completely fixed and there is no room for variation. As long as someone sees through the code, their actions can be completely predicted."

There's no turning back once the arrow is released.

While coded tactics are highly offensive, once the opponent discovers the 'codebook,' the team using coded language will essentially be playing in open code, falling into a completely passive position.

"As expected of you."

After losing the match, Shinobu-haired Shinto Mitsuki grasped Mizuki's hand, his face full of emotion, and said, "You actually saw through my moves. You must have a detailed codebook with you by now, right?"

"almost."

Guan Yue smiled noncommittally.

Now, he is intimately familiar with almost everyone in Yamabuki. Because of his presence, the Minami and Touhou teams, as well as the Niitobe and Kita doubles teams, have gone through no fewer than six or seven different codebooks.

But it is precisely because of his presence that the Yamabuki doubles team has improved even more. In terms of strength, the current pair of Niito Yone and Kita is already firmly at the Kanto level of doubles, and they are only a few more matches away from the national level.

Chapter 86 Before the School Selection Tournament, Professional Tennis Monthly

"Yamabuki's tennis is amazing!"

Tan Taichi never expected that the Yamabuki team he was going to join would be so good at tennis.

"Hereinafter, a question arises."

The boy seemed to have thought of something, and couldn't help but wonder: "Yamabuki is so strong, but he was only a top four in last year's tournament. How strong are the first and second place winners? And what about the Kanto tournament and the National tournament... Hiss!"

Thinking of this, Tan couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart.

really.

Middle school tennis is on a completely different level from elementary school tennis.

"Hurry! Hurry up!"

"The match is about to begin!"

"If you go too late, you won't get a good seat!"

Just as Tan was lost in thought, a series of urgent voices suddenly came from the side. Turning around, he saw the second and third-year seniors of the tennis club rushing towards the left court.

"Is the match about to start?"

The forum immediately became interested.

Driven by curiosity, he immediately ran over. Taking advantage of his short stature and agility, he squeezed to the front of the crowd of spectators.

"what?"

Seeing the two players on the court, Tan couldn't help but be surprised: "Are they those two seniors from earlier? Their match has attracted so much attention, they must be very strong, right?"

on the field.

Yuta and Muromachi each stand on one side.

Compared to six months ago, Muromachi has grown a little taller and his hair has grown longer. Of course, the most obvious difference is his demeanor.

Unlike before, when he was impulsive and his emotions were always on display, Muromachi is now much more composed. Standing on the court with his racket in hand, he exudes the air of a seasoned general.

Yuta, however, still maintains his buzz cut.

However, his appearance has also changed. His face has become more defined, and his eyebrows are raised like blades, giving him a sharp and imposing look.

"No wonder he's a former regular player."

Off the field, Shinto Mi, who had just finished the match, joked with a smile.

In the school selection competition two years ago, he and Dongfang were defeated and lost their starting positions. Shamed but determined, they trained relentlessly and finally reclaimed their starting positions in the last school selection competition.

However, Niito's words were not just a joke. After becoming regular players, Yuta and Muromachi have shown a clearer discipline in their training and matches, shedding their naivety and becoming more mature and composed.

"Stop dawdling, Muromachi."

Yuta, on the left side of the court, shouted, "Attack now!"

"coming!"

Muromachi chuckled and immediately hit the tennis ball.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, the tennis ball flew out quickly.

"It's Muromachi's bullet serve."

"Although it can't compare to the minister's serve, it's already at a fairly high level."

"Are you kidding me? Does Muromachi know you're comparing his serve to the captain's?"

"Wait a minute."

On the sidelines, Tan, overhearing the crowd's discussion, instinctively widened his eyes: "This is what you call not bad?"

He didn't even see the trajectory of Muromachi's serve clearly. On the court, he would have been instantly defeated.

"Your serve is alright."

At the same time, Yuta made a move.

He stepped out almost the instant Muromachi served. The speed was fast, and the movement was even more concise.

Lift your foot.

Swing the racket.

The moment the tennis ball bounced off the ground, it was hit with a thud and sent flying.

"Half-hit?"

"So fast!"

Everyone was taken aback.

Muromachi's expression changed as well; he hadn't expected his opponent's volley technique to improve again. Because the ball was so fast, he could only watch helplessly as the tennis ball fell far away from him.

"That guy!"

Muromachi squinted.

There was still a week until the selection competition for the new semester. He had originally planned to practice with his opponent and try to reclaim his starting position.

Unexpectedly, Yuta went all out from the start.

"In that case, I won't stand on ceremony."

A glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes behind his white-rimmed sunglasses. Then, Muromachi served quickly, leaning forward and lowering his center of gravity, like a cheetah preparing to hunt.

Yuta unceremoniously delivered another half-hit.

But Muromachi was on guard and successfully returned the tennis ball. Yuta then charged forward again, and the two engaged in a fierce, high-scoring contest, each ball faster than the last.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The sound of the ball being struck echoed continuously.

The audience members outside the venue all became serious. As for Tan Taichi, a newcomer, his mouth was wide open, enough to fit an egg.

"W-This is Yamabuki's singles? So strong!!!"

The sight of the two players arguing only strengthened Tan's resolve to join the tennis club. Meanwhile, on the court, Yuta and Muromachi were locked in a fierce battle, relentlessly attacking and dragging the match into a tiebreaker.

At last.

The match lasted a full hour and a half before Yuta narrowly defeated Muromachi 7-6.

"That was so much fun!"

When the match ended, Tan Taichi jumped up excitedly. He then realized that his legs were sore from standing that he almost fell to the ground.

"I never expected that Yuta and Muromachi would become so strong."