Prince of Tennis: People in Hyotei, health care dominates the world

The minister was very happy.

"What does this mean, Minister?"

Xiang Hi scratched his head.

"It's not that..." Shishido had a bad feeling, and looked surprised.

Click.

"Forget it, I'll give up this game, and I'll finish this game with you in the Kanto Tournament."

Atobe closed his eyes and lowered his head slightly, then slowly snapped his fingers.

If this game was about whether Hyotei could win the championship of the metropolitan tournament, or even whether Hyotei could enter the national tournament,

he would naturally not give up, and even if it was a protracted war and Tezuka's arm was seriously injured, it would not shake his determination.

After all, it was about Hyotei's honor and the faith of other teammates.

But with Hyotei leading, he was willing to carry forward the spirit of Bushido and let Aogaku go.

Fighting an injured Tezuka was indeed an unfair victory for him, Atobe, and there was no point in winning.

"Give up?"

Tezuka looked at Atobe and was slightly stunned.

The others in Aogaku were also a little surprised.

"That Monkey Mountain King..."

Ryoma clenched his fists, feeling a little incredible.

He was about to win the game, but he suddenly gave up. He didn't expect it.

"Hyotei! Hyotei!"

"Atobe! Atobe!"

"..."

Cheers rang out again outside the court, and then Atobe stretched out his hand to Tezuka, "In the Kanto Tournament, I'll be waiting for you in the singles match, and I won't show mercy when the time comes."

"...Thank you."

Tezuka's arm trembled slightly, and then he shook hands with Atobe with a complicated expression.

…

“Single three wins because Hyotei gives up!”

…

“We won. I didn’t expect Hyotei to give up.”

Hori scratched his head, a little unbelievable.

He thought Seigaku was going to lose completely when he saw Tezuka’s racket was unstable. He didn’t expect it to turn around later.

It’s too outrageous.

“That guy named Atobe has some conscience. I misjudged him before.” Tomoka Oita was a little embarrassed, “But he’s still as narcissistic as ever.”

“Which senior is going to play next? It won’t be Ryoma, right?”

Katsuo Mizuno glanced at Ryoma behind him.

But Ryoma was still leaning against the wall, not moving.

“Over there, could it be…”

Suddenly, Katsuro pointed, and Fuji Shusuke next to him began to warm up.

"It's Senior Fuji, so we have a good chance of winning this round."

Hori was a little surprised, his eyes lit up.

"It's a pity it's not Ryoma, Ryoma won't be playing one-on-one, right? But anyway, come on Senior Fuji!"

Tomoka got excited again, waving her arms enthusiastically.

...

"Bullmaster..."

"Atobe..."

Seeing Atobe walk down the court, Oshitari, Mukai, Shishido and others were a little hesitant to speak.

"Taking advantage of someone's misfortune is not in line with my life creed."

"Okay, the next game is up to you, Miyashita, don't let me down."

Atobe smiled and folded his hands.

"Don't worry." Miyashita Rin also smiled, "I'm still far from being as good as Seigaku."

...

"The singles match 2 is about to start, Hyotei Miyashita Rin vs. Seigaku Fuji Shusuke, please prepare..."

...

"Fuji?"

Miyashita was slightly stunned, then looked at Seigaku.

Fuji Shusuke seemed to have sensed something, opened his eyes slightly, and looked at Miyashita.

It seems that he has become serious.

"It turned out to be him?"

Miyashita thought about it and was a little surprised.

He thought it was Ryoma.

I don't know who arranged the order of play. Is Ryoma in singles 1? Won't Ryoma be assigned as a substitute?

It seems possible.

Not bad, Fuji is not bad either, he should be able to bring some pressure to him.

Miyashita Rin gently turned the racket a few times, then walked onto the court.

…

“Hyotei must win! Hyotei must win!”

“Hyotei! Hyotei!”

“…”

“Really, how many people are there in their cheerleading team? They are so noisy…” Momoshiro couldn’t help but complain.

“Yes, it’s so annoying~”

Tomoka was angry and nodded in agreement, “Okay, we must not lose either, come on Seigaku!”

“Seigaku! Seigaku!”

“Come on! Come on!”

“…”

“Fuji, I’ll leave this game to you.”

Tezuka looked serious,

The entire left arm has been wrapped in a bandage.

"Don't worry, what you should do now is to go to the hospital to recuperate immediately. Ryoma and I will be there later..."

Fuji nodded sharply.

"Yeah."

Tezuka nodded slowly, then glanced at Miyashita Rin.

I hope Fuji won't lose.

Even he felt that the guy on the opposite side was a tough opponent.

...

"What a pity..."

Outside the court, many people who supported Tezuka sighed silently.

Shiba Saori put down the camera, and her expression was a little depressed.

Although Seigaku won a game, the "win" was not so beautiful. Even if Seigaku won all the next few games, there were some flaws.

"I hope he can recover soon. In the future, in the Kanto Tournament and the National Tournament, that will be his real stage!" Inoue Mamoru also sighed in a low voice.

...

On the court.

"Please give me more advice!"

"I have heard of Fuji-senpai's genius for a long time. Please give me more advice, senior!"

Miyashita shook hands with Fuji-senpai and then started to guess the edge.

As the "W" logo on the front of the racket fell to the ground, Fuji-senpai smiled softly.

"I'm welcome."

"You still have to be merciful, Fuji-senpai!"

Pah, pah, pah!

Fuji-senpai smiled with his eyes narrowed, then threw the tennis ball, and then the racket quickly drew an arc.

Swish...

The tennis ball flashed in the air, and then quickly bounced off the right corner of Miyashita Rin!

"So fast..."

Miyashita paused, the flashes in his eyes merged at a rapid speed, and then the tennis ball in front of him began to slow down in front of him.

"Got it."

Pah.

His wrist drew an arc, and then his body popped out, and the tennis ball was instantly wrapped in his racket.

Bang!

Instantly, the tennis ball fell into Fuji's bottom line, and then the tennis ball was firmly stuck on the wire mesh, with white smoke coming out.

"15-0... Miyashita Rin scored..."

"Such a strong dynamic vision, such a great burst of power."

Fuji slowly opened his eyes, glanced behind him, and took out another tennis ball with a solemn heart.

Just now, it was just an ordinary serve of his. But it was also the first round of temptation for the opponent!

It must be said that he is under a lot of pressure now.

Miyashita Rin is not easy to deal with.

Snap Snap Snap...

"Then let's try this again."

Swish.

The tennis ball made a few crisp sounds on the ground, and then Fuji flipped his palm. Instead of throwing the tennis ball high up, he used three slender fingers to gently rotate the ball and let it fall freely...

Snap!