Momoshiro Takeshi was startled, and the smile on his face immediately disappeared. He raised his fist with a look of unwillingness, turned back and waved it at Echizen a few times, half threatening and half refusing to admit defeat, and then said: "No, who would worry about that guy? I'm just worried about the victory of the Qingxue team battle, don't talk nonsense..."

Momoshiro Takeshi, who was so excited that he shouted loudly and danced with panic, attracted the attention of almost everyone inside and outside the stadium.

Tezuka Kunimitsu turned on the air conditioner.

Oishi Shuichiro quickly stopped him, "Be quiet, Momoshiro! The game is still going on, what are you doing?!"

"Stop talking nonsense. I'm worried about whether our group is worried about him..."

The angry and humiliated Momoshiro Takeshi continued to attack Echizen crazily.

Dashi pulled Taocheng and reminded him, "Still in the game, Taocheng!"

"Echizen, you are talking nonsense, I will not let you go, who cares about him, bastard..."

Most of the third-year regulars looked at Taocheng's helpless and furious appearance with a smile on their faces, looking relaxed and smiling without saying a word.

The freshmen cheering on the sidelines were a little confused: "Why do the seniors look so happy?"

Those in the Hyotei stands also noticed the situation over there.

Oshitari Yuushi was puzzled, "What's wrong with those guys? They are about to lose, but they are still laughing?"

Mukaito looked like, "Isn't this obvious?"

"We must give up this game. What else can we do?"

Atobe Kagemitsu glanced over there calmly, taking everything in, then turned his attention back to the field.

Inui Sadaharu still served at super high speed, Feng easily received and hit back, and Inui was attracted to the left baseline to hit back,

Minghu curled his lips and swung the racket with confidence.

Great, the city on the right is empty!

But I saw Qian, who was originally playing at the left baseline, quickly ran to the right baseline, muttering, "The chance of a straight ball is 100%."

He easily hit back to the left front of Hyotei's frontcourt, and Ryo Meido quickly ran to fill the position and hit back.

"Unfortunately, it's still a little short."

As Qian finished his words, the tennis ball hit the net.

No internet!!!

“Three stars away.”

His quiet words sounded like prediction.

Not only Meido and Feng on the field were shocked, but also Oshitari Murayama and others.

On Bingdi's side, only three people remained expressionless.

Atobe Keigo, Atobe Kagemitsu, and Taro Sakaki in the supervisor's seat.

"Great! Senior Qian's intelligence tennis finally came in handy!"

"Intelligence tennis?"

"Is that...intelligence tennis?"

"Intelligence tennis or something? Humph!"

Meihu Ryo snorted coldly and stood at the baseline, while Feng stood in the front court.

Kaidou's snake ball rushed to Feng in the front court, and at the moment when Feng was ready, it suddenly turned around and hit the gap on the left side of the back court. Meido Ryo quickly ran back and hit it.

However, his pace and counterattacks were still under the control of Inui Sadaharu.

"The chance of hitting it to the left is 75 percent."

Meido Ryo was surprised: It was predicted again.

Damn, what about this side!

"The chance of a short-range corner kick is 85 percent."

"Bang--"

The tennis ball hit the ice emperor's court again.

"Qingxue wins this game, 5 to 1!"

Meito looked at the smug look on the other side, his expression extremely serious, "This guy actually predicted both of our fighting styles."

Hou Changtaro also frowned and said puzzledly: "Not only that, Senior Meido, he even predicted the routes of our counterattacks. It feels like... we are like puppets controlled by him."

Meihu Ryo snorted coldly, "Humph, Haitang, this guy, deliberately pretended to be angry to attract our attention so that Qian could collect information."