Chapter 48 Xi Fang

"The winner is Hyotei, the loser is Seigaku!"

The enthusiastic cheers from the sidelines nearly overturned the court. Yuan covered his ears and said in agony, "The Hyotei cheerleaders are really annoying. They're too loud. My ears can't take it anymore."

Tao Cheng agrees, "Every time she makes a debut, she looks like a celebrity."

Fengjian glanced at the Hyotei people entering the venue. The tips of their hair were like frozen purple, dazzling like diamonds, and they stood out in the crowd.

It's just like a celebrity appearance.

"Momoshiro, don't lose the first game." Yuan handed him the racket and said with a smile, "The loser has to buy a burger."

"Of course."

Taocheng moved his joints, smiled and threw the towel on his arm back. Just when Yuan was complaining that he threw it too early, the towel that was supposed to fall on the ground was blown by the wind and landed steadily on the back of the chair.

"The wind today is just right."

A strong wind blew through, rustling the leaves on the sidelines and blowing away the summer heat.

"Senior Tao can actually fight on par with Hyotei's Ninja." The three little ones looked wide-eyed.

"This guy Taocheng must have calculated the wind speed accurately." He pushed his glasses and put the tip of his pen on the paper.

"I remember now," Kawamura hammered one hand on the other, and suddenly realized, "The last time I went hiking with Tao, he could also accurately guess when it would rain."

"Could it be that Taocheng can also play data tennis like Senior Gan?" Yuan asked.

"No," Fuji stared at the court, his eyebrows curved, "Data tennis is just a skill, but what A Tao has is more like a feeling, a very sharp feeling."

"Feeling..." Yuan muttered softly, "Feeling can also be used to play tennis?"

"Perhaps this is Taocheng's innate keen intuition and insight." Fengjian tapped the notebook where Taocheng's catchphrases after each smash were written down, of which "I feel pretty good today" accounted for more than 80%.

The game on the field entered a fierce stage.

"It seems that Senior Atao is not the only one who is excited about this game." Echizen raised the brim of his hat, raised a slight arc at the corner of his lips and stared at Oshitari opposite him.

Following Echizen's gaze, Gan continued, "It's rare to see Hyotei's Oshitari so serious."

Kazama looked at Oshitari, then at Fuji who was standing beside her, without saying a word. Instead, Fuji noticed her gaze and turned to look at her with a smile, "Kazama, what's wrong?"

"I feel like Fuji-senpai and Oshitari-kun are the same type of people," Kazama looked at him seriously, "I don't think I've ever seen you two be serious."

"No?" Fuji pretended to think, then smiled and said, "Maybe you just enjoy seeing your opponent giving his all."

Tezuka pushed his reflective glasses and stood aside without saying a word.

As expected of Senior Fuji.

After silently complaining in his heart, Kazama looked at the game that was nearing its end. The match between Momoshiro and Oshitari ended with a score of 4:6.

"I'm sorry everyone, I still lost." Taocheng lowered his head with guilt on his face.

"It was a very good match, Momoshiro-senpai." Echizen looked up at him, his dark green eyes sparkling with a bright light.

“Well done, meow, Tao.

"It feels great, Momoshiro," Yuan gave him a thumbs-up and leaned closer to give him a sly smile, "But don't forget the burgers tonight~~"

"Add me one, add me one meow~"

"You guys are really rude—"

"What are you still arguing about? Hurry up and bandage your wounds. You don't want to live any more!" Coach Longqi shouted loudly, and the people who were fighting scattered.

"Hiss," Taocheng cried out in pain, "Kazama, can't you be a little gentler? You're not like a girl at all."

Feng Jian raised the cotton ball soaked in iodine in his hand and said with a smile: "Momoshiro, do you want to give you another chance to organize your words?"

"I was wrong!" Taocheng looked as if he was facing a great enemy, and begged for mercy faster than he could swallow a hamburger in one bite.

The doubles match on the court had already begun. The Mukahihiyoshi team, who originally wanted to end the game quickly with a short decisive battle, fell into the trap of Inui and Kaido unknowingly, and finally won with Seigaku 7:5.

"April, April," Yuan shook her shoulder excitedly, a gleam of joy rising to his eyebrows. "Did you see that? Senior Gan's shot was so cool! It was a full 212 kilometers!"

"Hi, hi," Kazama responded nonchalantly.

The cheers from the sidelines had not yet died down, and the second singles player had already walked onto the court. Fengjian's fingers gripping the notebook tightened slightly.

The one who appears this time is Tezuka.

Compared to the fact that the captain of Seigaku actually gave up the first doubles position, Kazama seemed more calm. After all, she was present when the match schedule was discussed earlier. However, she was worried that Hyotei would send out Kabaji. His terrifying learning ability still made people feel uneasy.

"Why do you look so serious?" Yuan poked her left cheek and smiled comfortingly, "Don't worry, April. President Tezuka is back in full force now. We will win this match without a doubt."

Feng Jian didn't dare to relax, and he mumbled absentmindedly, but his eyes fell on the figure on the sidelines.

Atobe stood with his chest crossed, the teardrop mole on his right eye sparkling, and there was a confidence in his eyes that he was determined to win, as if he had already expected Tezuka to appear as the second singles player.

Dark clouds were gathering and the air was stifling. Fengjian's heart almost jumped into her throat until the referee's voice announcing the score brought her back to her senses.

However, what she had been worrying about finally happened.

"No way, Huadi can actually learn two special moves..." Taocheng's voice was mixed with deep disbelief.

"Isn't that equivalent to President Tezuka fighting with himself?" Momoshiro's voice suddenly rang out with a muffled thunder.

"In terms of strength, Tezuka is at a disadvantage," Gan said with a serious expression, "This will be a tough battle."

"If you keep going like this, your old injury might relapse." As soon as Horio's voice came out, someone immediately covered his mouth. "Horiio, you have such a bad mouth!"

"President Tezuka has already fully recovered, and his old injury will definitely not recur."

Muffled thunder penetrated the clouds and struck his heart. Fengjian stared at the field, and the tip of his pen left ink marks on the paper, like a deep pit in his heart.

The sudden downpour in Tokyo came quickly and suddenly, with heavy rain falling like beads from a broken string.

"This rain's disadvantage has turned into Tezuka's advantage." Gan took off his glasses and wiped off the raindrops on them.

"Why is this happening, Senior Gan?" Horio asked.

"For those with more experience, the heavy rain will widen the gap between Kabaji and Tezuka. After all, Tezuka is an expert and more professional in the use of the two secret techniques," Oishi explained, his tone sounding relieved. "Without this rain, it might have been a draw."

She saw that Tezuka's knuckles were turning white as he gripped the racket. The raindrops hitting his glasses blurred the lenses but did not affect the arc of his swing. The strong wind from the ball collided with the water droplets, and the raindrops as big as beans hit the net, splashing a white mist.

When the referee announced "7:6", Kazama rushed into the field almost instinctively.

"Thanks."

Tezuka paused for a second when he took the bottle of water from her hand. Her hands were shaking. He didn't say anything, but covered her head with a towel to block the rain.

She turned around in a daze, and when she looked up she could only see his back. Water was dripping from the ends of his chestnut hair, sliding down his neck into the collar of his team uniform, and forming a small puddle at his bent elbow.