Atobe Keigo looked up at the man standing still in the Seigaku stands and thought: You've played a strong pair of partner cards, Tezuka.

To be honest, not only the opponent Hyotei hates this kind of data tennis, but also the people within Seigaku.

Kikumaru Eiji had the same feeling as Yueren, and he shuddered as if he recalled the feeling when he played one-on-one with Qian before.

"This kind of information tennis is so annoying. It's too hard to play. It's so hard every time I play."

Fuji Shusuke gently touched Kikumaru's head, then nodded in agreement, "Yes, everyone has suffered from his intelligence tennis. I really don't want to... become his enemy."

In a sense, this guy Aqian is very scary and difficult to deal with.

"Qian and Haitang won this game, the score is 5 to 3."

On the court,

"Damn it, that four-eyed hedgehog-head guy predicted all of our ball paths, and at the last moment, he was able to instantly change his straight shot posture into a smash?"

"phoenix."

Meido Ryo looked at the other side in silence for a moment, then retracted his gaze and smiled at Feng who was staring at him blankly.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a prediction. There are times when you can't hit the ball back even if you predict it, right?"

Seeing Feng still frowning with a puzzled look on his face, and his body not relaxing at all,

Meido patted Chotaro on the shoulder and reminded him softly, "Don't forget, the guy who trained us is not an intelligence tennis player, but he is no worse than him. This level is nothing. Think about when we were two against one with that big devil."

What's more,

We are not without our own trump cards, are we?

Feng recalled the unofficial match. It was after he and Senior Meito completed Senior Jingguang's training plan. Senior Meito invited Senior Jingguang to a match, and they ended up playing two against one...

They were beaten badly by 6 to 1.

That ball was scored by Professor Jing Guang.

Forehead......

Although it was also because of this that my senior pointed out my bad habit of twisting my wrist when serving, which easily caused it to touch the net, and I corrected it,

but......

Hou Changtaro shuddered and involuntarily looked at Senior Jingguang in the stands.

Atobe Keimitsu seemed to feel his gaze and looked at him coldly, with a hint of chill in his eyes.

Feng immediately turned his head and looked across, his face no longer showing any signs of anxiety.

What replaced it was fighting spirit and the determination to fight to the death.

They are not standing still!

Whether it's Meido or Feng, they are no longer the immature pair from last year!!

They are always seizing opportunities to grow!

"That Feng guy...didn't he just look over here?"

Mukai Taketo whispered to his partner, glancing at Jingguang's figure as if trying to cover up his mistake and then looking away.

Oshitari Yuushi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Maybe, just watch the game, Feng and Meido are not done yet."

Yueren, Yueren, please look at the situation. Jingguang is less than three meters in front of you. No one in the stands dares to speak. Why do you think it is...

And, you know what?

Your voice and movements are actually very obvious.

The point is!

I really don't want the punishment time to be extended.

Please shut up and watch the game!!!

ok? !

On the opposite side, Inui Sadaharu saw the changes in the two people opposite him, and his eyes changed slightly under the rigid frame glasses.

Because on the opposite side, Hou Changtaro, who was standing at the baseline, suddenly took off the white wristband on his right wrist and threw it aside.

The wristband made a "bang" sound when it fell to the ground, showing that it was not just an ordinary wristband.

That was a special activity weight specially customized by Jing Guang. Even the material wrapping it was soaked in special medicine that could be slowly absorbed by the skin and could relieve fatigue and calm the nerves to a certain extent.