"Don't be careless, brother. In each game, four unofficial players should play, and three official players should play."

Atobe Keigo seemed to be thinking about something, his eyes fell on the list of regular and non-regular players.

"Let Meido, Gakuto, Taki, Kabachi, Hiyoshi, and Feng play singles occasionally. After all, after we graduate, the sophomores will have to take over, right? There are also two pairs of doubles, and they can be pulled out for display when the time is right."

What's more, Hiyoshi Waka is his brother's favorite candidate for the next minister.

It requires more training.

“That makes sense.”

Atobe Keigo wiped his teardrop with one hand and nodded while thinking.

Then, he snapped his fingers and said, "Then let's do as you say."

At the Tokyo Metropolitan Tournament venue, Keigo Atobe arrived with Takahiro Kabaji, four non-starters, as well as Meido, Hiyoshi, and Feng.

After finishing the report, Keigo Atobe met reporter Inoue and Saori Shiba.

Looking at Inoue who walked up to him,

Atobe Keigo stopped and greeted with a smile: "Hello, reporter Inoue."

"Hello, Atobe-san, how is Hyotei doing?"

Inoue nodded and asked.

"I don't think I'll lose. No matter who I fight, the result will be the same. Right, Karaji?"

"Yes!" Hua nodded in response.

"What a remarkable confidence~"

Inoue sighed, and then reminded: "This year's Qingxue is much stronger than last year, right?"

Atobe Keigo said proudly: "I want them to accept their defeat sincerely, please just watch."

Then, he said goodbye and left for the competition venue.

After Hyotei and the others left, Shiba Saori said unhappily, "What? Such a cocky attitude?"

Inoue smiled and said, "This is the spirit of an emperor standing at the top of the 300 members of Hyotei! They defeated Seigaku last year, and the year before last they won the national championship trophy!"

For the entire day, Keigo Atobe sat firmly in the supervisory seat for all the matches.

In the first match, Hyotei faced Fuchuan Industrial Junior High School.

On the other side, Atobe Keimitsu walked along the stadium to watch the games of several schools.

Seeing the opponents of Yamabuki Junior High School, Atobe Keimitsu shook his head. There was nothing interesting to see in a game that could be over in 30 minutes.

Further ahead is Daze Industrial.

However, their opponents have not yet arrived.

As Jingguang continued to walk forward, he heard someone from Osawa Industrial Middle School say, "Could it be that they were scared away by our reputation?"

"Who was scared?"

This voice...sounds so familiar.

Atobe Kagemitsu stopped and looked over.

Inside the field, a group of players wearing black uniforms arrived late, with the words "Fudomine Middle School" printed in large letters on their backs.

"Fudomine? That Kamio?"

No, that's not right, the voice I'm familiar with is not his.

Atobe Kagemitsu looked at the man in the lead, who had short black hair and a serious expression. He should be the captain of the team.

"This face... the mole between the eyebrows..."

I have seen it.

Jingguang quickly found the owner of the mole from the memory palace.

"Tachibana... Jiping from Kyushu Shizile?"

Isn’t he one of the two heroes of Kyushu? Why is he at Fudo Peak?

Atobe Kagemitsu frowned, thinking back to the competition roster of Hyotei Academy, which seemed a little unreliable.

He took out his cell phone and sent a message to his brother.