Fuji Shusuke looked at the moon in front of him seriously.

Then he smiled,

"You're wrong. This ball is actually what I'm best at."

His voice was the same as always, as if there was no displeasure at all.

No…

impossible……

Guan Yuechu's expression gradually became panic-stricken.

A terrible suspicion emerged in his mind, but he refused to admit it and suppressed the thought! !

As if that way, I can follow the script I set...

On the field, Guan Yuechu did not give up and kept trying to find every blind spot in his investigation data!

How could this be possible?

How could this be possible?

Impossible.

What about here?

He tried to attack, but was easily counterattacked by his opponent.

This won't work either.

Isn't it possible here too?

Where is it?

Is that not possible?!

Why? Why is this?

Guan Yuechu didn't want to believe it.

These should be the shots he hates the most, why can he return them all so easily?!

Facing Guanyue, who was full of disbelief, astonishment and fear,

Fuji Shusuke seemed to know what he was thinking.

Looking at him seriously and indifferently,

Give a gentle blow and launch a "fatal attack": "Hate it? No, this is my favorite way to fight~"

"That's so gentle, Fuji."

Guys like this should be taught a lesson!

Atobe Keigo said dissatisfiedly on the sidelines.

The people around him looked at him in horror.

You call that gentleness???

What is that dark side...

Guan Yuechu has fallen into complete chaos.

impossible!

My information can't be wrong!

How could it be possible...

Could it be that my information...

He thought of a possibility that was even more difficult for him to accept than the possibility of losing.

Are those data...all wrong?

Or rather, it is…

Did he do it on purpose?

Inui Sadaharu adjusted his glasses and said, "Fuji won't let anyone easily discover his weakness. Guanyue just thinks he knows it!"

"The match is over. Seigaku Fuji wins, the score is 7 to 5."

Atobe Keigo nodded, and it was barely acceptable.

He praised: "As expected of Fuji Shusuke, it's still the same, no loopholes at all, see it clearly, Karaji?"

Meito, who was standing beside him, supported the racket with one finger and said disdainfully, "Guan Yue, right? That guy is really ugly."

On the field, Guan Yuechu sat on the ground in embarrassment, and shouted with an extremely ugly expression: "You deliberately let me play 0-5, right? Damn it."

Fuji Shusuke had a cold face and neither nodded nor shook his head.

He just said condescendingly: "My brother, thank you for taking care of him."

Fujiyu was too stimulated.

When the scene changed, he heard the conversation between the two clearly.

The boy tightened the strap of the tennis bag on his shoulder and murmured, "Brother..."

Looking at Fuji Shusuke like this,

He seemed to recall his childhood, when he was like this, protecting himself, fighting with the older kids who bullied him, and then comforting him gently...

"A result like this isn't bad, is it?"

Ryoma Echizen's voice came from behind him.

Not bad?

"yes...…"

Fujiyuta smiled in relief.

Indeed, this result is not bad.

I seem to have new motivation!